The Struggles Of Miss Magical Girl O

After texting her mother, informing she would return home late, Moeka followed Yurika to her apartment. Although Moeka felt a little guilty staying out so much, it was all for her job.

'There's no other way...' She sighed.

Night soon approached.

The two arrived at a luxurious complex near the town centre. Moeka was not too surprised. After all, Yurika's family was reportedly quite wealthy. Nevertheless, the two quickly got in and took the elevator to the twenty-second floor.

''This way.''

Scanning her keycard with a beep, Yurika welcomed Moeka to her apartment. Looking inside, the spacious room looked somewhat bare, which made sense since the owner had just recently moved here. Yet, perhaps because the apartment itself was well-equipped or because Yurika was actually willing to make this her living space, everything seemed reasonably comfortable.

A little dazed, Moeka took a moment to finally realize what she had forgotten.

''Ah,'' She exclaimed after setting down her bag and coat.

Yurika, who was grinning for a while, said, ''Would you like me also to invite your little junior in? We'll be in here for some time... I would feel bad if she's all shivering outside.''

Moeka thought it would be awkward if Himeko were in the same apartment as she and Yurika when they made out, but she could not just lock the girl outside... and it should be fine if they stayed in separate rooms.

Justifying her reasons, Moeka soon went outside and found a slightly sulking Himeko, who stood dejectedly near the building.

''Let's go in. It's cold out here.''

''S-Senior!''

Himeko ended up clinging to Moeka again.

As they got back into the house, Yurika lightly greeted Himeko as if everything was natural before holding something out to Moeka, ''Miss Kisaragi, could you wear this for me?''

''...An apron?'' Moeka tilted her head, ''Do you want me to cook?''

The silver-haired girl's grin deepened, '' You see, I need something stimulating to get into the mood. And I've always fantasized about having a loving wife who would cook for me... so, how about it?''

''Well, it's dinnertime anyway...''

Truthfully, Moeka was not averse to the idea. She knew how to cook herself, and if it helped to satisfy Yurika's lust, then...

''Ah, please don't wear anything besides the apron.''

''Huh?''

''What I mean is—please strip naked and wear only the apron.''

Moeka was astonished at both the request and the girl's boldness. Even Himeko, who was about to say something, was instantly shut down by Yurika, ''Miss Haruno, this is my place and my appointment. Please do not interfere.'' She said.

So, the powerful Magical Marigold could only sit timidly in the corner of the room and watch, feeling as if she were being cuckolded right in front of her eyes. Even though she could already feel this coming vaguely before entering the devil's den...

Meanwhile, Moeka lingered in the bathroom, struggling to come to terms with her current attire. For one reason or another, Moeka found herself willing to accept Yurika's ridiculous order. Perhaps it was the fleeting trust built throughout today, or the natural obedience built into her as an Omega, or because it was her job... but Moeka would never admit she was 'interested' in this kind of play.

'...Miko would like this, wouldn't she?'

Making a mental note to surprise her girlfriend later with this, Moeka exited the bathroom. Meeting the slightly colder air and two Alphas' intense gazes, she fidgeted, ''Um... I'll make something now, okay? Don't expect the best taste.''

''...''

''...''

Moeka felt as if she were about to be devoured. The silent, judging looks were similar to those of predators sizing up their prey. She complained inwardly about the girls' almost too brazen intentions, but she did not realize just how tantalizing she appeared.

The undersized white apron, draped in front of her body, barely covered the most important areas. Moreover, as the fabric hugged Moeka's equally pale skin, it created a striking contrast with the countless crimson love marks left on her curves after her previous rendezvous.

The oozing sides of her chest, her full, bouncing thighs, her slender, silky waist, and her perfectly plump bottom, barely grazed by her candy-pink hair, were all too salivating a sight for both Yurika and Himeko.

Sensing danger, Moeka quickly escaped to the kitchen. However, even it was contained in the same space as the guest room, meaning she was still being watched.

'Ugh... this is so embarrassing...!'

And now, having to turn her naked back toward those wolves, Moeka's cheeks burned even brighter. The whole time, she had to be conscious of their attention as she prepared the food. Yet, she knew the only way to end this was to finish cooking the meal. So, after an agonizingly shameful half an hour, Moeka successfully whipped up several simple dishes for dinner.

But even after so long, the Alphas' gazes were still pricking, like someone poking their fingers at her skin. Nonetheless, Moeka moved determinedly, serving the plates to the dining table.

''Here you go... hyah?!''

''Oops.''

Yurika, with her pheromones unrestrained, boldly groped Moeka's naked buttocks, then grinned slyly. Moeka herself could only bite her lips and endure the humiliation, while a certain blonde junior was already seething.

With an indescribable mood, the three soon sat down to eat.

''Mhm... delicious,'' Yurika remarked knowingly, her eyes glued on Moeka's figure.

''...Thanks.'' The Omega took it honestly as a compliment to her food, ''I learned from my mother.''

''Hm? Oh, the food is also delicious.''

''...!?''

Finally seeing the intent behind Yurika's words, Moeka blushed. A soft, pink tint fell on her well-roughed skin, seemingly inviting the viewers. Especially for Yurika, who had only done a light mark once and whose pheromones were properly aroused, it was nearly unbearable.

'This woman... she'll be the death of me.' The Alpha snickered inwardly.

At once, Yurika stood up and pulled her chair beside Moeka, which startled the Omega. She could not help but be drawn to the woman's sweet, alluring scent and her criminally adorable reactions.

''Darling,'' Yurika whispered close to Moeka's ears, ''I'm really tired. Can you feed me?''

''U-Um...''

Moeka was flustered as Yurika suddenly leaned on her shoulder while intimately hugging her waist. Even more troubling was her naughty hand creeping up on her chest! Its fingers, like little snakes, squeezed themselves around her soft bags, greedily feeling up its elasticity. At the same time, the Alpha's other hand was already stroking her thighs.

Tremblingly, Moeka began feeding the girl some rice. Even though Yurika ate well and obediently, her lust was too unrestrained...

Moeka felt like a wife feeding her spouse both literally and bodily. Which... did not feel so bad, admittedly, although being groped like this was making her body itch for something more... intense.

''Nngh... n-not there...''

And as if answering those desires, Yurika's fingers traveled deeper and bolder, slipping beneath Moeka's apron. Their slender forms soon surrounded the Omega's left nipple, pinching it slightly. Below, they crept closer to the inner thighs, trapped in their heat and shy tightness. Bothher and Yurika were aroused, almost entranced, as their scents mingled further.

Moeka instinctively realized—she was about to fall right here, right now.

...Only Himeko, who sat directly opposite the two, was fuming as she witnessed the scene in full.