Persuasion and Submission
Spica knew that if they simply waited like this, a happy ending would come for everyone. Sihyun didn’t believe they needed to rush into cohabitation immediately, and even while explaining its benefits, her expression showed she viewed the idea itself in a positive light. But Spica was serious—deadly serious. Even if this was a foolish act that would devour the seeds meant to be sown next year, she couldn’t afford to starve to death right now, could she? People need to eat to survive. Magical girls need to love. Therefore, surely a little mischief could be forgiven if it meant loving just a bit more?
Of course, all those excuses were just that—excuses. In the end, her patience was simply lacking.
“Chup, churup, slurp, lick, lick—”
“Ah…! Hngh, ahng… ah… ah, w-wait…”
Every time Sihyun reacted, Spica felt those slender fingers gripping her golden hair. A magical girl’s durability easily surpassed such force. Even if Sihyun pulled with all her might, her delicate hands couldn’t possibly uproot a single strand. Instead, the gentle tugging felt like affectionate stroking, which only made Spica feel better.
“Ahh…♡ No…♡ Please stop, I’m begging you…♡”
It had been the first day Sihyun had been turned into a woman. The moment their eyes met, Spica had lost all reason, so her memories were hazy, like they were wrapped in fog. The only thing that remained was the faint recollection of her desperately bucking her hips. Sihyun had already passed out and couldn’t even make a sound, so Spica had immediately moved on to aftercare. Which meant, in Spica’s memory, this was their first true sexual contact.
It had been mind-blowing.
“Lick, lick—”
“Wait! Waaait! Stop! Hnnngh…♡♡”
The instant she buried her nose between those thighs, Spica was enveloped in Sihyun’s scent and drowned in happiness. A refreshing, faintly sweet floral aroma. She made a mental note to figure out exactly what kind of flower it was later. She would turn it into a perfume and wear it every day. Then it would feel like she was being held by Sihyun all the time.
And the moment she began the cunnilingus, the rich scent of Sihyun’s nectar reached her. Shockingly, it smelled like fresh, tangy fruit. Her brain tingled so intensely she thought she might melt.
“Haa… It’s delicious.”
“Haa… haa… I don’t know… Are you stupid…?”
“Sihyun-ssi, you must be a genius when it comes to pussy!”
She ran her tongue upward from the bottom of the tightly closed slit. At the top, she gently pushed the tip of her tongue inside before flicking it back out. Every time her clit was stimulated, Sihyun’s hips twitched and trembled.
“Haaau… ngh♡! I-I don’t like it… ahng♡!”
Little by little, the tension melted away and the petals began to open. Spica licked the labia, sometimes slipping her tongue between the folds to stimulate the sensitive skin directly. It was delicious. This was the first time the sight had been etched into her memory. This was the first time Spica truly understood how beautiful a woman’s most precious part could be.
Her own pussy? She had no interest in an organ she couldn’t even use right now, so she barely remembered what it looked like! Besides, she had never seen one this close before!
“Lick, lick, lick, lick—”
“Haa♡ Eugh♡ I’m gonna…♡ I’m gonna come…♡♡”
Sihyun’s hips quivered as her pussy grew soaking wet. Spica supported her body with her hands so she wouldn’t hurt herself by banging into the desk. At this point, with her face buried so deep, Spica didn’t need to use her hands anyway. Sihyun’s body really was as fragile as it looked. No matter how hard she pushed at Spica’s head, it wouldn’t budge, and squeezing with her thighs only tickled. Most of all, the thought of hurting Sihyun made Spica’s heart ache unbearably.
“Haa… haa… haa… ngh… ngh… haa…”
“Huu. Sihyun-ssi is just too adorable.”
After the first climax, Spica stopped moving. I have to hold back. Making her pass out by going all the way right now isn’t today’s objective. I need her signature!
“If we live together, I can make Sihyun-ssi feel this good whenever you want!”
Sihyun lay slumped over the desk, strength drained from her body. The drool leaking from her mouth and sticking to her cheek felt gross. The orgasm had been relatively light, so her mind was still clear. Her ragged breathing was beginning to settle. When she finally lifted herself up and looked down, Spica was gazing up at her with a bright, innocent smile.
“Would I ever!!!! You idiot! You idiot! You idiot!!!”
“Ah! Ow! Why are you hitting me?!”
“Who could live with someone who suddenly strips them and starts sucking their pussy like this!!”
“Ouch! I understand! I understand, okay?!”
When Spica kept shouting that she understood, Sihyun finally stopped hitting her. The climax had left her drained, and hitting with full strength didn’t hurt Spica anyway, so her arms quickly grew tired.
“Do you get it now?”
“Yes! Of course I do!”
“Haa… Then hurry up and come out from—”
“Sihyun-ssi still isn’t satisfied with me, right?! It’s my technique! You’re saying I should do it better instead of stopping, yes?”
“What? Eughyaa—?!”
Undeterred, Spica dove back in.
“Ngh… Stop! Ahhn~, I said stop!”
“Chuuup! Chuuup! Haa… It’s Sihyun-ssi’s fault! Last night you came into my dream and asked me to marry you, but in reality you won’t even let me hold your hand!”
“That’s not— kyaa!”
Sihyun felt it was unfair to be accused of something she hadn’t done, but Spica showed no sign of stopping. After several peaceful days together, she had suddenly gone into full acceleration. Just what was wrong with this girl?
“Haaung♡ Ngh…♡ It feels…♡ even better than before… haaung♡ so gooood…♡”
Even in the middle of all this, Spica was steadily growing more skilled. (At least in her memory) this was her first time performing cunnilingus. She had also grown slightly more accustomed to Sihyun’s scent, which gave her just enough room to think. Unlike before when she had only used her tongue, she began using other parts of her face as well—pressing her lips gently for a kiss, sucking lightly on the clit, even using her nose to nudge and scrape delicately.
“Hic… haaung… so good♡ Stop♡ I’m coming…♡ I’m coming already! ♡♡”
Spica didn’t stop until Sihyun had experienced roughly three more light orgasms like the first one. Sihyun’s hips would tremble violently, her back would arch dramatically, and she would yank on Spica’s golden hair. Each time, the fluid flowing from her pussy increased in both volume and thickness.
By the time Spica finally pulled away, Sihyun’s mind was hazy from the lingering afterglow of climax.
“Sihyun-ssi! Did it feel good?”
“Haa… uhh… good…”
“Then will you live with me?”
“Uhh… eh… uwehh…”
“Wow! I’m so happy you agreed!”
Hearing the ambiguous sound that could have been either an answer or a moan, Spica rose with delight. She carefully helped the dazed Sihyun back into her panties and pants, then gently wiped the saliva from her face with a handkerchief. She placed a pen in Sihyun’s still-unfocused hand and set the cohabitation application form in front of her.
“Here. Sign. You just need to sign right here.”
“Haa… haa… yeah…”
—Scritch scratch.
“Thank you, Sihyun-ssi! I love you!”
“Yeah…”
—Chu.
Spica kissed Sihyun’s cheek, then carefully supported the exhausted girl and laid her down on the bed. She turned off the lights and drew the curtains, darkening the room, and confirmed that Sihyun had fallen into a tired sleep. Then she carefully gathered the application form and hurried outside. She needed to submit it before the office closed.
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Ever since yesterday afternoon, the Magical Girl Support Association’s Romantic Relations Division had been wrapped in tension.
“Ah, this document must be submitted in person by the applicant themselves.”
“…Pardon?”
This was because yesterday afternoon, when Magical Girl Spica had confidently come to submit her “cohabitation application,” she had turned deathly pale upon hearing those words and left. There was clearly something she felt guilty about. Since the cohabitation support system began, many magical girls had made similar mistakes. They had thought the thoughtful Spica might let it slide quietly, but apparently that wasn’t the case.
“Will she come?”
“Fifty-fifty, I guess…”
“Thank you for that utterly useless prediction. Even an elementary schooler could have said that.”
“……”
Whether a situation like this would blow up or not was usually decided by the next morning. If the magical girl’s partner didn’t show up, it was simple. In those cases, the magical girl had either signed both sides herself or tricked the partner into signing by pretending it was a different document. If everyone kept their mouths shut, it could quietly pass. But if the partner did come, things usually got complicated. Most of them arrived angry, often accompanied by a magical girl clinging to them while crying and begging. Calming the furious partner, soothing the rampaging magical girl—it was absolute chaos. In the end, they had to somehow prevent an indefinite restraining order at all costs. The partners of magical girls were good people too, if not quite as saintly as the girls themselves. If the magical girl prostrated herself, acted cute, and begged, the anger would usually fade. But if they never got the chance to meet, that was impossible. And when partners did come, it was usually the next day—especially during the morning hours. Until then, no one could let their guard down.
This incident was the latter case.
Not long after lunch, Sihyun arrived. She didn’t kick the door open violently, nor was her face flushed with rage. On the surface, she appeared extremely calm. The new employee thought, At least she seems composed. That’s a relief. Her supervisor, seeing Sihyun’s perfectly prepared expression, thought, We’re fucked.
“Welcome…”
“Yes. Hello. The weather is quite nice today, isn’t it?”
“Yes! I also think the weather is truly wonderful. Hahaha.”
Spica followed anxiously beside Sihyun. She didn’t dare make physical contact and simply stood there, tense and silent.
“I heard our Spica came yesterday to submit some kind of document.”
“Yes!”
“I was told the applicant must be present to process it, so I came.”
“Yes! …Pardon? …………Yes! I will assist you with the processing right away!”
The new employee momentarily wondered if she had misheard. She never imagined they had actually come to submit a cohabitation application. Judging by how deathly pale Spica looked, it probably hadn’t been obtained through proper means. She hadn’t believed the rumors, but… could this person truly be a goddess?
Everyone in the office was a professional, so there was no murmuring, but Sihyun’s single sentence alone lightened the entire atmosphere.
“Thank you, Sihyun-ssi! I’ll do my best! I love you!”
“Shh. You shouldn’t shout in a public place, Spica.”
“Yes! Yes!”
Sihyun gently stroked Spica’s hair as the girl tearfully embraced her. Everyone smiled warmly at the heartwarming sight.
For a moment.
“Then I’ll process this and explain the details. Could you please follow me this way?”
“Yes. And there’s one more thing I’d like to ask about.”
“Of course! Please ask me anything!”
“I heard there’s also something called a restraining order. Could you explain that in detail as well?”
“…….Yes?”
“A restraining order.”
“Ah… that is…”
The new employee looked around in panic. No one would meet her eyes. At the very least, my supervisor should help me, right?!
“Um… you see…”
Spica shook her head desperately. Please don’t look at me with those pleading eyes! I have no power here!
“I’m the type of person who reads the entire manual whenever I buy electronics.”
“I see.”
“I simply heard there was such a thing as a restraining order and was mildly curious. I just wanted a light explanation.”
“I… see…”
“Yes.”
“………”
“For now.”
“!?”
Sihyun was cute. The version of her after feminization looked so youthful she seemed like she should still be in school. Her shoulder-length black hair swayed gently, and her straight nose, faintly flushed cheeks, and sparkling eyes made anyone think she would grow into an absolute beauty in a few years. Despite an appearance that suggested she would run around energetically, her movements were remarkably graceful. The way she smiled and stroked Spica’s hair carried a maternal warmth, creating an unbalanced atmosphere that drew everyone’s gaze.
“I see…”
“Yes.”
But why? The sight of her stroking Spica somehow overlapped with the image of a terrifying person sitting in a large chair and stroking a cat. She couldn’t understand why.
“Then… I’ll guide you to a private room.”
“Thank you.”
“No, not at all…”
The new employee walked toward the private room carrying the materials her supervisor had given her, feeling utterly drained. Even though she was the one leading the way, it felt like she was the one being dragged along.