The Struggles Of Miss Magical Girl O

Back in the lab, an unbearably awkward scene played out. At least... Moeka felt it that way.

''Let's get ready, Miss Osbeckia.''

''U-Um...''

As Ophelia calmly removed her outer coat, Moeka unconsciously cowered on the bed. If her ears were not deceiving her, the doctor had calmly suggested bringing the Omega to a climax and having a partner ejaculate inside her... for observational purposes. Ophelia even nominated herself for the job!

If this were anyone else, Moeka would have slapped them across the face for sexual harassment.

...But as far as Moeka knew, Ophelia Frost was not someone who would take advantage of this situation for sexual relief, which only confused her further. And as she contemplated, Ruri chimed in with a somewhat amused smile, ''Well, well...''

The Beta continued, ''I'll be sitting out on this one; my appetite has been satisfied for now. Teacher, how about you do the procedure while I monitor Miss Kisaragi's condition?''

''...That's fine by me.'' Ophelia nodded, then turned to Moeka, ''What do you think, Miss Osbeckia?''

''Uh...''

Just then, Ruri leaned into Moeka's ear, whispering, ''Could you do me a favor? Teacher is single and lives quite closed off, so she hasn't had a chance to relieve herself. Honestly... I kind of feel bad for her.''

''I can hear everything, you know?'' Ophelia interjected.

Though the doctor's voice was still more than calm, as Moeka glanced at her, she could discern little trembling in the Alpha's breathing; her slightly hypnotized, devouring eyes glued to Moeka's body, and an unmistakably feral release of pheromones—signature of hungry beasts preparing to pounce.

Moeka had been reluctant until now, but when she tried to consider this as a part of her job... everything suddenly became more tolerable.

Besides, it would be a lie to say that she was not intrigued to experience this top-tier Alpha's sexual prowess. Rationally, it was indecent. Lewd. Promiscuous. Yet these thoughts were influenced by her innermost instincts to embrace a strong partner. At this stage, Moeka could hardly resist them.

In the end, the Omega shyly parted her legs, ''Then... please take care of me.'' She invited with a sticky, drawn-out voice.

''...Gulp.''

The alluring sight made even the rigid Ophelia flinch. Moeka, with flushed cheeks and moist, round eyes, perked up at her, as if a clingy kitten demanding attention. Below, her oversized breasts heaved with each breath, seeming utterly obscene. And, of course, the spectacle between the legs—a hot mess below her pure white underwear, already damp and throbbing.

For Ophelia, who had not been able to relieve herself since becoming an Alpha, restraining herself was a mountainous task. Her heart pounded as if she were in a mortal fight, and she began to move.

''...Please stay still, Miss Osbeckia.''

''Nhn...''

Slowly and carefully, Ophelia removed Moeka's panties, pulling them along the Omega's smooth legs. Revealed underneath was a beautifully shaped, plump set of lips begging to be touched. Without much thought, the Alpha swung the legs over her shoulders, allowing a direct view and access to the body.

''...Let's get you to a climax first.''

Ophelia's gloved fingers approached Moeka's lower lips. Amidst the Omega's hot breaths and intermittent, soft moans, the fingers methodically kneaded the labia and around the inner thighs, sometimes gently rubbing inside the slit. The Alpha's other palm was also deployed, firmly pressing against the crux of the crest, which was right above Moeka's uterus.

''Hahn... ngh... hah...''

Moeka, covering her teary eyes with her forearm, felt a persistent, mind-numbing pleasure spread across her body. It was reminiscent of Yurika's massage some time ago, though Ophelia's touches were even more dominant. In mere minutes, the climax that had been building reached a breaking point.

And, as if sensing this from Moeka's bucking hip, Ophelia gave a slight flick to the Omega's clitoris—

''Hgn...!? A-Ah...!''

It was a sight to enjoy.

As Moeka convulsed, her hip rose and fell in rhythm, trembling as she squirted powerfully from between her legs, staining Ophelia's own clothing. Her voluptuous chest swung madly with each motion, begging to be released from the suffocating bra. The ripples of these movements were felt directly by Ophelia herself, who had unknowingly bitten her lip.

Still, the crest did indeed glow during the climax.

''...Why are you so good at this?'' Ruri remarked as she recorded the magical signals.

The doctor, whose breathing had unknowingly become rough herself, shrugged, ''...I only did what I thought would make Miss Osbeckia feel good.''

Ruri chuckled, ''You might be a genius, teacher.''

''...''

After a minute of rest and rehydration, the next operation began. Seeing Ruri casually pull out a box containing a dozen or so vials of Fumiko's special penis-growing potion, Moeka could not help but shudder. And when Ophelia downed one of them, the suspension was unreal. Naturally, it was because...

''...How peculiar.''

Ophelia's shaft was, to Moeka's dismay, as enormous as Rose's, if not slightly fatter.

'Ah, I'm screwed...' The Omega cried inwardly. She already had a hunch, seeing how similar in caliber these two's pheromones were, but this was just heartbreaking. Though, of course, her body reacted very differently.

Spotting the stain on the sheet below Moeka's legs growing, Ruri mischievously tugged at the Omega's bra, smoothly popping out the massive breasts hidden within. A small noise escaped the embarrassed Moeka, but she was stunned by something else.

''...!''

Ophelia's rod, which was already erect, now stood even more firmly and angrily between her legs. Hideous. Veiny. Disgustingly large. Yet... the viscous, paralyzing scent emanating from it seemed to hypnotize the Omega's brain.

''Oh? I guess a little foreplay won't hurt.'' Ruri sighed as Moeka got on all fours and started crawling toward Ophelia.

When Moeka preciously grabbed the shaft, both she and Ophelia flinched.

Moeka fearlessly nuzzled her face against the monster, rubbing her cheeks against its grotesque features while constantly gazing up at the owner. Her hazy, teary eyes were seductive, inviting as she willingly smeared the thick Alpha fragrance all over herself. The two's scents were harmoniously mixing together, creating a world of their own within.

''...''

Wordlessly, Ophelia took off her gloves and began caressing Moeka's head.

Taking this as a sign of acceptance, Moeka let out her scorching, damp breaths across the shaft's length, on the hanging sack, and gently brushed her lips across the bumpy surfaces, chiming little pecks as if teasing.

An immense sense of sexual dominance swelled within Ophelia. Somehow, looking at and feeling this scene, she wanted to pin this female down and brutally ravish her.

But before Ophelia could take that delusion to the next level—

''Chut—''

''...!!''

Moeka pressed her lips tightly against the ugly shaft's tip.

The softness, the little suction, the complete feeling of conquest—Ophelia's lower body trembled greatly. Then, in one swoop, Moeka opened her mouth wide and dove in, burrowing the glans inside her mouth.

The ice-cold Ophelia, who always maintained her frosty expression, had her face twisted for the first time, ''O-Oh...!'' She groaned.

Within the soft cavity, Moeka's tongue diligently swabbed the large turtle head with her tongue, coating it in a thick layer of saliva. Then, holding onto the owner's quivering legs, she thrust her tongue toward the little slit.

''H-Hgn...! M-Miss Osbeckia, what is this—''

While amusingly staring up at Ophelia's crumbling expression, Moeka continuously flicked and drilled the tip of her tongue toward the little hole, savouring the fresh, salty flavor.

But that was not all.

Moeka, intending to go all out, bobbed her head down, taking about a third of the shaft in with some difficulty... and she sucked.

''Ugh...?!'' Ophelia nearly pulled her head back from the sudden suction.

Glancing down, Moeka's elegant, pretty face was obscenely distorted. Her mouth elongated, the lips pressed tightly around the meat rod, cheeks hollowed. The flustered Ophelia did not understand this sort of allure as a rookie, but somehow, her whole body was reacting violently to it.

''Ooh... isn't this Miss Kisaragi's signature vacuum fellatio?'' Ruri, who was excitedly observing from the side, commented with sparkling eyes, ''I'm jealous, teacher!''

''M-Miss Osbeckia...! I don't think I can hold on...?!'' Ophelia grabbed Moeka's head, groaning.

And soon after, what had to come, came. From what was started as foreplay... it had ended up with a full-on ejaculation.

Ophelia's hip buckled as an unstoppable sense of climax rose from within, culminating in thick splashes of semen thrust directly into Moeka's throat.

Thump.

Thump.

A sense of utter bliss.

''Ah...''

Ophelia Frost, thirty-one years old—had the first ejaculation of her life.