Congratulations on Your Magical Girl Duties

25 – Magical ‘Heinous’ Felons

Dizzying, and confusing.

“Ugh…”

As if someone had thoroughly scrambled my brains, my mind was muddled. My vision kept flickering, scattering its focus.

It was all too sudden.

I, Whitey, and Sora had all collapsed for some unknown reason, left in a state of lethargy that rendered us unable to properly support our bodies.

And now, amidst all that, we were confronted by the very Magical Felons we were tasked with apprehending.

“What… is…?”

The two syllables I barely managed to utter contained a pair of questions.

First question.

Why were the Magical Felons here?

Our role was to remain in the rear, capturing any Magical Felons that the main force happened to miss.

However.

We were located far away from the main force. So distant that it could not be considered the rear of the main force.

Moreover, even though we were conversing, we were, in our own way, properly hidden. Without knowing our specific location, it would not be easy to detect us.

Even if we were discovered, only Whitey, who was smoking, would have been caught; there was no way that Sora and I would have been exposed.

Yet, they found every single one of us, precisely. I was so taken aback.

But even more than that, the next question burned within me.

The second question.

What means did they use to disable us?

A magical girl’s body is resilient.

Not only are we slow to wound, but we can usually survive a direct hit of magic. Naturally, we’d have resistance to disease and poison as well.

And yet.

Right now, as a normal person, I am comparatively better off. Though I can’t move my body, at least I haven’t lost consciousness like Shirou and Sora.

Does that mean this is a phenomenon caused by magic?

No.

I didn’t hear an incantation to manifest magic. If they had used magic without one, Shirou and Sora would have definitely noticed.

No matter how much I thought about it, the question remained unanswered.

In that moment, the magical girl’s voice I had heard a moment ago echoed in my ear once more.

“Hahaha! No matter how powerful a magical girl is, she’ll still whimper like a b*tch under the Magical Aphrodisiac!!!”

The second question was roughly solved.

Until just now, I thought Sora and Shirou had lost consciousness because of some unknown means, but that wasn’t the reality.

Indeed.

They had succumbed to an aphrodisiac.

“Ugh, aahh! Ah…!”

“Hngh… aahhng…!”

For something so painful, their voices sounded strangely sweet and poignant – and there was a reason for that.

That said, I couldn’t bring myself to fault them. Frankly, this was practically an act of God.

No matter how much power a magical girl has, she is destined to fall before aphrodisiacs and hypnotic apps. It is written in both the ancient chronicles and magical girl doujinshi.

“Then, I shall thoroughly ravage all of you magical girls, systematically, starting from the rear!!!”

I had been too complacent until now.

Being in the rear doesn’t automatically equate to safety. After all, this opponent is a heinous Magical Felon, isn’t he?

I should have at least considered the possibility of an attack from the rear.

In other words, my failure to consider this is what led to the current situation.

“Shit…”

I felt utterly pathetic.

Barely any time had passed since I’d returned from that other world, and already I’d grown so lax.

“Huh? What’s a man doing here?”

The voice of a magical girl cut through the air.

“Man? Where are you looking, Leader?”

“Everyone, come over here.”

– Thump-thump-thump.

What followed was the sound of hurried footsteps and the chatter of magical girls.

“He’s the real deal? Just a regular person?”

“Maybe? Even though it’s remote here, it’s not like people never walk this path.”

“If that’s true, then it’s a normal occurrence. Here are some things to consider: they seem to be holding a standard-issue magic wand, even wearing a magical activity uniform. She must be a magical girl.”

This was not good.

It meant they’d recognized my presence.

The only fortunate thing in this situation was that my sight and hearing had returned to normal levels.

Perhaps it was because the drug was designed for magical girls. It didn’t seem to be working on me as effectively as they’d anticipated.

If that was the case, I needed to gather as much information as possible.

There were eight Magical Criminals of the highest degree. If the mascot of the White Magical Girl was to be believed, then all of them were here.

Judging by their tone, a few of them were older. I couldn’t know their exact ages, but I had to keep in mind that they were at least experienced.

Besides that, all of the Magical Criminals had an awkward bulge around the skirt area.

They probably had other weapons or tools besides the wands they were holding. More likely than not, they’d prepared spare wands.

Well, that was only natural. Those outnumbered had to prepare every possible advantage.

Just then, my head was lifted roughly.

It was the magical girl who appeared to be the leader.

Eyes filled with equal parts interest and suspicion scanned my entire body. I couldn’t say for sure, but it felt like she was appraising me.

“Who are you? Are you a magical girl too?”

“Kiss my ass…”

“Aha, so you belong to the Magical Girl organization?”

She gave a wry smile.

“Does that mean you’re one of the government’s little dogs sent to catch us?”

“The dog… is you, you piece of shit.”

“Ah, there’s gotta be some bite to ’em, eh?”

The leader magical girl clicked her tongue, eyeing me. Like I was a tasty morsel found.

The other magical girls were much the same.

“Magical girls, including the guy, totaling three… we’re sure to have a bit of fun, aren’t we?”

“Right? I’m looking forward to it.”

I couldn’t quite tell *what* kind of fun they were expecting, but at least with me, it meant s*xual games.

Fucking insane.

Some folks might say, wouldn’t it be good if a magical girl took your virginity?

But not me.

My resolve remains steadfast.

I will absolutely not let a magical girl top me.

That moment, the apparent leader magical girl grabbed my head, forcing me to meet her gaze.

“Listen here, government-nary’s dog. How ’bout I give you a little something good, eh?”

“Ugh… keep it.”

I refused the conversation right away.

Not a single syllable would be worth hearing. She’d be bound to whine about their injustices and justifications, for sure.

And *what’s* with the “older sister” talk?

Looking at her, she’s clearly an auntie, you fucking b*tch.

But the magical girl, unbothered by my words, continued to speak.

“Listen close, ’cause this is the truth of life itself.”

Well, for me, this wasn’t so bad either. The numbness was fading, little by little, and the feeling in my hands was half back.

“You know what’s better than the ‘government-nary’ these dogs like you give blind loyalty to?”

Just a little longer, just a little more.

Soon I’ll take that magical staff and gouge out that b*tch’s eye─

“A futanari.”

“…What?”

─What was I about to do?

I don’t quite remember.

My head was blank for a moment.

“Hey… what the hell are you saying…?”

“I told you.”

The magical girl, who had been lecturing me moments ago, released my hair and stood. I stared blankly at her as she did so.

“What’s better than the government, you see?”

My gaze drifted towards her bulging skirt.

“A futanari.”

My eyes shot upwards.

At the edge of my vision stood a colossal tower. A magnificent spire of flesh, pulsing with life, beating in time with a heart.

Yes.

A phallus as thick as my own torso stood erect.

With two weighty orbs to boot.

“You understand now, don’t you?”

A full-armor futanari.

And it wasn’t just one. All eight of the magical girls classified as Magical Felons stood there, each brandishing their own colossal cannons, ramrod straight.

“……”

Not a single word escaped my lips.

Not a single thought crossed my mind.

Only a single sentiment dominated my consciousness.

Awe.

A vague recollection flickered through my mind: tales of ancient folk religions that revered enormous members as objects of worship.

When I’d first heard those stories, I’d dismissed them as utter nonsense, but now, I had no choice but to acknowledge that faith.

Truly immense, majestic, and overwhelming.

“How is it? The majesty of the Magical Juuji?”

Hadn’t I just assumed they had magic wands hidden in their skirts?

Well, I wasn’t entirely wrong.

That was a magic wand.

In English, a Magic Stick.

A real Magic Stick.

At the same time, doubts arose. Was it right to even call them girls anymore? Weren’t they something else entirely, with those titanic things dangling between their legs?

Either way, they certainly weren’t human anymore.

At that moment, the apparent leader of the magical girls swayed her magnificent s*x organ, wearing an expression of utter ecstasy.

“Now that I need something really strong to get a rise, I should’ve done this ages ago. Had no idea it’d feel this good. I’ve wasted half my life.”

The other futanari nodded in agreement with her pronouncements.

As for me, I could only watch in despair.

A magical girl, singing of dreams and hope, turning dark and becoming a witch? That’s a cliché, sure, but who knew she’d sprout a dick and succumb to male depravity?

Even if magical girls are all a little touched in the head, I never imagined they could be *this* insane.

That’s when it hit me, a sudden, horrible realization.

“Ah, shit, hold on a second…”

If I recall correctly, that futanari declared she’d give the magical girls a good ravishing from behind.

Add to that the two others who just said they wanted to have some fun and… well, here’s the conclusion I can draw:

They plan to defile Huidungi and Sora.

Using their, shall we say, equipment, in a s*xual manner.

“Ah, shit. This is so hot. Really.”

See? One of them is already fighting to contain their arousal.

I suppose it’s a natural reaction. Honestly, Huidungi and Sora are beautiful. If only they’d keep their mouths shut.

My heart ached.

We weren’t exactly the best of friends, I can’t pretend that. But we’ve been through some things together.

And now I’m going to have to stand by helplessly while they’re gang-raped by these futanari? My heart truly aches.

But, no matter how I feel, the futanari are already approaching, their cocks straining.

Huidungi and Sora, still lost in their stupor, moaning in distress…

“…Hey.”

“What?”

…Not at them. At me.

“…Why are you coming over here?”

“You said it was hot.”

Oh. *That’s* what they meant?

“This… This is a joke, right?”

No. It can’t be. It absolutely can’t be.

How can you use that *thing* to fuck a guy? I kept denying it. I couldn’t handle it otherwise.

In that moment, one of the delicate futanari approaches, shaking their appendage in my direction.

“Truth is, we’ve been waiting a long time for a man like you to ‘enlist’ as a magical girl.”

And then, she uttered, low.

“Open up.”

A single word that shattered my expectations.

Hadn’t I insisted, repeatedly, that no matter who the target, I would *never* bang a magical girl?

Well, that much, at least, was about to be true.

Because instead of banging…

It felt like I was about to *be* banged.

“Ah, fuck.”

About to lose my maidenhood before my pity.