A Remedy for the Second Day
Day Two.
"Senior. Are you okay?"
"Ah. Sorry. I just can't stop worrying."
Today's Spica was restless in the waiting room, pacing back and forth. Only when her worried junior asked did she seem to notice her own state.
"It's the second day, right? It must be rough."
"Yeah. My body felt awful when I left this morning."
Magical girls do not menstruate. Spica had become one before her first period, so she had never experienced it herself. Still, to help Yu Sihyun deal with his sudden first period after transforming into a woman, she had frantically gathered every scrap of information she could the day before. Among the many people she called was her junior, who—having gone through it herself—offered all sorts of advice. The guidance had proven remarkably useful.
Knowing the full situation, the junior understood perfectly that Sihyun was currently lying down in agony from menstrual cramps.
"Wouldn't it be better to head home early today? If you explain, I'm sure they'd make accommodations."
"I can't. When I told them I might not be able to do my magical girl duties because of him, they practically chased me out, saying Sihyun-ssi would get angry."
"They did?"
"...He wouldn't get angry. But he would be sad."
Deaths had become almost nonexistent now, but until recently monsters had claimed countless lives. They appeared without warning and slaughtered people. Before a magical girl could arrive there was no effective defense except running. Every day had felt like living with a blade at one's throat. The two of them had grown up after things stabilized, but the adults always spoke of those times—how both ordinary people and magical girls had risked their lives constantly. The only difference now was that they could respond more skillfully, more powerfully. Monsters still killed. If no magical girls were there to stop them.
"I did tell him to contact me if it got too bad."
"You don't think he will, do you?"
"He won't."
She let out a long sigh, but nothing changed. There was still plenty of waiting time left.
"He looked like he was suffering so much. Isn't there any good way to help?"
"Painkillers?"
"He took some."
"Warm tea?"
"He drank it."
"Heating pad on the abdomen?"
"I bought a whole stack of hot packs."
"Hmm…"
She had done everything. As the junior racked her brain for something more, an odd idea surfaced from the back of her memory.
"...Now that I think about it, I did hear one thing."
"What?"
"They say doing that helps a little."
"I'm back, Sihyun-ssi! How are you feeling? Have you eaten anything?"
"No… I don't have any appetite…"
"Oh my goodness! Your face is so pale! Did you take your medicine? Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?"
"Sorry, Spica. My stomach and head are pounding. Could you speak a little more quietly?"
"Of course."
Spica lowered her voice and approached Sihyun, who lay on the sofa. His face was still ashen, and his pajamas were damp with sweat.
"You worked hard today too, Spica."
"I was so worried."
"I'm sorry."
"Please say thank you."
"Thank you."
Seeing Spica seemed to lift his spirits a little; Sihyun shifted, trying to lie more comfortably.
"Haa… It's so difficult…"
"Are you all right?"
"No. My stomach hurts, my head is ringing, I have no strength in my arms or legs. And sometimes blood comes out and it feels gross."
"Why are you out here? You should be in bed."
"I came out for some water but got too tired. I just lay down a moment ago."
"Shall we move to the bed?"
"Yes."
Sihyun leaned against her, expecting support, but Spica simply lifted him in her arms and carried him to the bedroom. Come to think of it, magical girls possessed surprising physical strength even without using magic. With neither energy nor reason to resist, Sihyun stayed obediently in her embrace all the way to the bedroom.
Spica changed all his clothes, including his underwear, and gently wiped his body. Sihyun entrusted himself to her hands without protest. Her touch wasn't the usual sneaky, sticky caress; she was wiping away sweat with sincere seriousness. Seeing that earnest expression put his mind at ease.
"Don't worry too much. They say it won't be this bad next time."
"I hope so."
"Are you not hungry at all? Shall I prepare something?"
"I really don't have an appetite…"
"Still, you need to eat something to regain strength."
"That's true. Do we have udon?"
"Probably not. Should I order some?"
"Instant udon would be fine…"
"If I run to the convenience store and boil it, it'll take about the same time. Let's have a proper meal."
"Yeah. Thank you."
"And I don't want to leave your side, Sihyun-ssi."
"...Yeah."
Watching Spica say such embarrassing things so casually, Sihyun felt his cheeks grow hot.
The warm broth brought some energy back to Sihyun's body. After taking medicine, the pain seemed milder than it had been that morning. Or perhaps the worst phase had simply passed. Still, occasional waves of pain and lethargy kept him lying in bed. It was definitely better than before.
"I'm so glad. Your complexion has improved a lot."
"I guess you really do need to eat something when you're sick."
"Is the pain more bearable now?"
"Much better than earlier."
She had carried him from bathroom to bed, changed his pad, wiped his body, fed him, and even given him a massage. Thanks to everything Spica did the moment she returned, he felt far more comfortable. Until then he had been alone, wrapped in pain, simply wishing for the hours to pass. He had regretted sending her off so energetically that morning more times than he could count. He had thought he had to, but it had still been incredibly difficult.
Thinking about it, Spica was the first person—not family, not a medical professional—whom he could entrust his body to so completely. They hadn't known each other very long, yet she had already become an incredibly dear presence to him.
"Spica."
"Yes?"
"Will you hold my hand?"
"Of course."
A gentle warmth passed between their clasped hands. The occasional pain now felt bearable.
Some time later, Spica spoke in a hesitant voice.
"Sihyun-ssi."
"Hm?"
"I heard there's one more good method for period pain."
"What is it?"
"...Could you promise not to get angry?"
"I won't get angry."
Spica steeled herself and spoke.
"It's masturbation."
"......"
The gentle atmosphere that had filled the room vanished. Whether the air conditioner was too strong or not, a chill seemed to flow between them.
"Spica."
"Yes."
"Since I'm too weak to move right now, were you about to suggest that you'd caress me in my place?"
"...Yes."
"Hmm…"
Sihyun glanced at her face. Beneath the worried expression, irrepressible lust was leaking through. She did seem genuinely concerned. The way she kept averting her eyes showed she knew it wasn't entirely proper. Still, it appeared Spica truly believed in the idea. Sihyun decided to take that earnest heart into account, along with the pity he had bottled up for an entire month without saying a word.
"All right. Go ahead."
"Really!?"
"But you have to be gentle. I'm really not feeling well."
"Of course!"
Wriggling like an eager puppy, Spica slipped under the blanket and lay beneath him, wrapping her arms around his body. Her soft, pillowy chest pressed against the back of his head. Having breasts this wonderful, why did she keep wanting to touch his flat chest? That remained a mystery to Sihyun.
"Spica."
"Yes?"
"I'm a little hot…"
"Ah. Of course. I'll pull the blanket aside then."
Spica shifted the covers covering them toward the edge of the bed. The air-conditioned room felt refreshingly cool. The body heat radiating from behind him was perfectly warm, leaving him languid.
"Then, excuse me."
"...Yeah."
Spica needed far more self-restraint than she had anticipated. Even though she had wiped him with a damp towel, the scent of his sweat-damp skin and hair was overwhelming at such close range. On top of that, this was the first (permitted) sexual contact with Sihyun in nearly a month. She had to keep her reason intact and avoid making him feel too intensely or moan too loudly. This was treatment, after all. She needed to make him comfortable without draining his limited stamina.
One hand slipped inside his underwear, the other rested on his chest. Sihyun, too weak to do anything but lie limp, entrusted his entire body to her. The weight of him with every breath was unbearably lovely.
"Nng… ah…"
"Don't hold back. Just feel it."
"...Okay… ah… aah… ahn…♡"
Because he had let go of his reservations, Sihyun grew aroused with surprising speed. Spica felt both grateful and overjoyed. It was as if he had finally accepted her existence. Unlike the forced caresses of the past, this time she could feel their hearts truly connecting.
Inside his underwear was slick and wet. The blood that had leaked out hadn't been fully absorbed yet. Using it as lubricant, Spica's finger slid easily into his vagina.
"Haa… it's inside…"
"Can you feel it? It's my middle finger."
"Yes… it's twitching… ngh♡…"
Her palm brushed lightly over his clitoris while her finger gently stroked upward. Mindful of his stamina she moved with purpose but never rushed. Even so, Sihyun's completely relaxed body melted softly under her touch.
"Haa… yes… that feels good…"
"Good. You can let your body go completely limp."
"Yeah… haaang♡ ah… mm…"
Spica didn't neglect his chest either. She was happy he liked her own soft, fluffy breasts, but she personally preferred his elastic, squishy ones. Every time she cupped the cute little mound that fit perfectly in her palm, she felt more satisfaction than if she were holding gold. Besides, his chest was one of his pleasure points. Whether she touched, pressed, stroked, teased his areola, or gently pinched his nipple, Sihyun would let out adorable sounds and respond beautifully. There was no reason not to adore these cute, lovely breasts.
"Hng… haup… ahn… haa… haa…"
Sihyun's breathing grew faster. His mind filled with pleasant haze. She wanted to tease him longer, but Spica held back for the sake of his strength. Her skilled hands soon guided him to climax.
"Haaang♡♡♡!!!!"
Spica felt the mixture of blood and love juices spill over her palm. Sensing that Sihyun had gone completely limp and fallen into a light sleep, she firmly suppressed the urge to give him even more love.
Careful not to wake him, Spica wriggled out from under the blanket. She wiped her hand—dirty with blood and fluids—on her own pajamas, then gently pulled the covers back over him. With clean hands she neatened the hair across his forehead and placed a light kiss there.
Chu.
"Sleep well."
"...Mmm…"
Leaving the half-asleep Sihyun behind, Spica quietly left the room.