The Struggles Of Miss Magical Girl O

''Kgh...''

An unladylike sound, similar to a growl, was being made across the table. Himeko was feeling as though she was going to develop a strange fetish after being forced to watch her crush fall for other Alphas... twice.

'Not once, but twice!'

In her eyes, so much was wrong with the way Yurika was molesting Moeka. That little devil's touches were far more deliberate and lewd than those of hers or Fumiko's. Her disdain for this pervert was one thing, but she absolutely loathed how much Moeka was enjoying being groped by the silver-haired girl.

In other words... her pride as an Alpha was hurt. And now, she had to endure further humiliation. At this point, all Himeko wanted to do was find a hole and shut down her senses completely so she would not have to watch anymore.

'Maybe I should just leave...'

The thought of escaping to a separate room briefly flashed in her mind, though her body could hardly move. After all, Moeka, her goddess, was nearly naked, lewdly moaning before her eyes. No matter how bitter the heat was, she could not miss a chance to 'admire' Moeka. So, she began lightly touching herself with mixed feelings.

''Hgn... w-wait...!''

On the other side, Moeka was struggling to handle her own body thanks to Yurika's skillful teasing. With a bold pull, the Omega's full, voluptuous chest was exposed to the air, flaunting its mass while leaving the flimsy apron crumpled up in the middle. Below, her crotch already felt damp to the touch, the inner thighs hot with a strong grip.

Yurika was seriously fired up. She had only been 'taken care' of by Moeka once, which could never satisfy her insatiable desires, especially now that she had become a ravenous Alpha. Though as much as she fiercely wanted to pick up this absolute culmination of sexual appeal—the definition of erotic, manifested as a woman—into her bedroom right away, it was also true that neither she nor Moeka had replenished enough energy just yet.

Considering what Yurika had planned for this long, long night, a hearty meal was indeed a requirement.

So, the girl kept on enjoying the incredible body she was offered, ''Your hands aren't moving, darling.'' While repeatedly urging the Omega, reeling in a sense of amusement as she witnessed her flustered appearance.

''Ugh...''

Each time Moeka raised her thin arm holding a forkful of her creamy pasta, Yurika would slyly pinch her nipple, causing immense instability. Other times, she would lightly graze Moeka's lower lips, which were tightly sealed, evoking a chilling, feathery pleasure.

Through repeated teasing and a plethora of cream spilled, Moeka had reached a dazed state where her mind was truly numb. Just by being touched by those dainty hands... she was on the verge of climaxing—no, she was already craving it. But the girl seemed to sense this, and she would intentionally stop whenever Moeka was close.

It was... agonizing.

Thankfully, Moeka had managed to feed Yurika her portion, which satisfied the little devil's stomach, ''Good job, darling.'' Yurika smiled, ''Here's your reward.''

Yurika, unlike her previous teasing, boldly invaded Moeka's private area. Her index finger thrusted in between the Omega's moistened and unsettled slit, caving itself further into the cavity. Then, with a flick—

''Mngh...!''

Moeka came.

As if a broken dam, the tenaciously built-up climax flooded at once, sending Moeka to oblivion. Holding suppressed moans, she curled up on her chair, convulsing as her body powerfully secreted fluid.

''...''

''...''

''...''

For a long while, the three women sat in silence. One was licking her finger in glee; the other hugged herself in shame. And the remaining person... was drowned between jealousy, frustration, and utter amazement.

'Moeka can make a face like that...' Himeko could not help but have such bitter thoughts.

It was the first time the cheerful and confident junior had to accept her defeat. Not against the girlfriend... but this mean, gremlin little pervert. She did not think she had the capabilities to please Moeka to this extent.

Nevertheless, the rest of the meal proceeded in silence.

Moeka, perhaps still dazed after being done so thoroughly but still experiencing a period of clarity, shyly adjusted her flimsy apron while letting herself be fed by Yurika—returning the gesture, the Alpha said.

Although... Moeka herself was feeling very comfortable with Yurika's pheromones.

Once dinner finished and the dishes were cleaned, Yurika easily hugged Moeka's bare waist as if it were natural, ''Let's go to the bathroom first.'' She said with transparent excitement, ''Get ourselves cleaned, then we can enjoy your time.''

''U-Um...!''

Only then did the two, already clinging to one another like a couple, turn to the fidgeting Himeko. Yurika brought a hand to her mouth, ''My, I almost forgot you were here, Miss Haruno.''

Himeko growled at the provocation, ''You...''

Yet, what the silver-haired girl said next stunned both people, ''Well, would you like to join us? You've been working hard all day to protect Miss Kisaragi. I wouldn't mind letting you do her after I'm done.''

''...U-Uh, okay?''

For one reason or another, Yurika was lacking a trait most Alphas had—possessiveness. It was clearly her appointment, yet she was willing to share Moeka so readily. As the three bathed together, Himeko somehow felt miserable because of this outrageous situation. Though her mood instantly rose whenever she glimpsed her crush, knowing she would get a slice of the pie later.

Approaching nine, the three began settling in Yurika's spacious bedroom. Moeka appeared quite timid and submissive under the two Alphas' devouring gazes. Unlike when she was with Fumiko, this was an entirely new space, with relatively unfamiliar partners she needed to serve...

Moreover, she could faintly sense the subtle fineness in Yurika's pheromones, whether it was how she used them or how they were in the first place. They were not aggressive like others; only a soothing comfort was felt. Moeka was drawn to this quality. Besides... Yurika's skills were no joke either.

So here she was, sitting prettily on the bed like a blooming flower, waiting nervously to be eaten. A grumpy Himeko was made to sit in the corner of the bed to wait for her turn, while Yurika soon came back with...

''...Huh?''

Ropes, a ball gag, and a blindfold.

Indescribably, the moment Moeka spotted these items, her body reacted strongly. She was acutely aroused—at least, every symptom pointed toward this diagnosis. Flushed cheeks, thumping heartbeats, and a scorching heat tormenting her crotch. For a while, she did not know how to make sense of those sensations. Only her gaze was fixated on the equipment, ones clearly made for kinky plays.

''Oh my, you're more eager than I thought?'' The devil's chuckle could be heard.

''...Ah.''

Until Moeka realized her body had already moved on its own. She was putting her thin, trembling wrists together and bringing them to Yurika, as if submitting herself. But before she could self-internalize this move, it was already too late.

Not even five minutes later, Moeka found herself bound to the bed frame, with ropes tightly immobilizing her limbs and a blindfold taking away her vision.

''And for the last touch... done!''

''Mghmp...?!''

Added a sturdy ball gag, Moeka was now truly helpless before two wolves.