The Struggles Of Miss Magical Girl O

Moeka, pinned against the sofa by Daisy, tentatively received the Alpha's love—or rather, lustful advances. That much was fine. Ironically, by having regular sex with the other Alphas in her relationship, Moeka's pheromones were quite stable. Even though her mind still felt like it was melting as the in-heat Daisy's scent enveloped her completely, shreds of rationality remained.

Of course, being pressed down while her wrists were tied was physically unsettling, and the other person's touches were not exactly gentle either. Nevertheless, Moeka was relatively fine, at least compared to the time she was ravished by Rose and Ruri.

There was just one problem.

Moeka had been using a type of auxiliary magic to improve her vision in the dark, which allowed her to see Daisy clearly. And the more she looked at this girl, the more she pondered.

'...Where have I seen her?'

Daisy looked familiar. Not because Moeka had seen her on television, but because she had a genuine inkling. Not to mention the idolish magical girl's scent, which held a hint Moeka had certainly encountered somewhere else. And with Daisy's endless lust, at this point, she, too, was slipping up...

''Why are you daydreaming?''

''Nhn...!''

Daisy, whose fingers were still diligently tugging inside Moeka, suddenly halted her movement with a powerful knock. Her unfocused eyes furrowed at Moeka, though it was not clear whether she could actually make out the Omega's face. Still, Daisy pouted, then leaned steeply in between Moeka's soft mounts, her other arm hooked around the waist.

''Wha—ngh...! W-Wait...! Ah...!''

Whenever Moeka tried to talk or move, Daisy would start moving her fingers aggressively, as if taking hostage of her lower lips. Even this stubborn, childish side was reminiscent of someone else, Moeka thought.

Admittedly, this girl had been clumsy at best in the beginning, though after a few tries, both her mouth and fingers had become quite decent. And somewhat impressively, even in her hazy state, Daisy was learning sex at a breakneck pace by observing Moeka's reactions.

'Well, others are the same, but—'

''...You're still thinking about something else.''

Daisy, apparently feeling ignored, was thoroughly irritated. Just as she had done before, the Alpha clamped her teeth on Moeka's soft chest, fully intending to leave yet another mark on the Omega. Below, her fingers rapidly massaged and tapped between the drenched and scorching hot labia and upward, echoing sloppy sloshes within the room.

''Nhg...! A-Ah...!''

Moeka, drowned in both pain and the obsessive pleasure, reached climax for another time. Her back arched, and paralyzing bliss took over her senses as she ejaculated.

Like Daisy herself, Moeka was beginning to be drunk on all this lust.

However, instead of going at it again, the Alpha had other plans. Whether Daisy had lost her mind or not, the instincts embedded in her urged her to conquer the Omega before her—to make this woman hers completely.

''Hey. Look at me.''

So, to Moeka, who was still reeling in her climax's afterglow, Daisy roughly clutched her chin. Then, without delay, the Alpha mashed her lips against the Omega's.

Moeka, already out of breath, struggled briefly, though she soon gave up upon sensing the other person's adamant force. The kiss was sloppy, rushed, and thoroughly out of order; Daisy's tongue, clumsy yet insistent, forced Moeka's mind to have only a single thought: to survive this onslaught.

In a sense, Daisy was already claiming Moeka's mind, and it showed. From the way the Omega moaned in between breaths or the way she clung to the Alpha. And... it aroused Daisy more than anything.

''...Stupid bitch.'' Daisy sneered with a slight hint of disbelief, mostly at the woman's masochistic response,''Are you out there seducing everyone with your slutty body? Spreading your legs, begging to be fucked, huh?''

Daisy's hand seized Moeka's neck, and her grip tightened.

''Eugh... uhgn...!''

The famous idol, Magical Daisy, well-known for her gentle and upright image, was actually a brash, sexually violent, and sadistic woman—a surprise Moeka had expected shortly after she was pushed down, yet when confronted so directly with the truth, she... was faintly enthusiastic.

Enough for more fluid to be excreted between her legs once again.

Being strangled, deprived of oxygen, and witnessing her consciousness fading by the second somehow felt utterly fascinating. And when Daisy released her on the brink of it slipping away, Moeka urgently gasped for air, nearly coughing.

Daisy, seemingly satisfied, leaned in, held Moeka tightly, then whispered, ''You dared to seduce me. You are mine. Mine only. If you ever try to run away... you'll pay dearly.''

''...''

Moeka gulped dryly.

Daisy was, by all accounts, still drunk on her lust, which barely got calmed down after a little over an hour of raw sex. She was still out of her mind. Yet, Moeka could not guarantee this woman would forget her after this rendezvous. And whether she would choose to follow this obsession or chalk the events in this room up to a mere accident...

Truthfully, Moeka wished for the latter. She was reluctant to deal with yet another obsessive Alpha appearing in her life. That was why she had been wearing yet another layer of magical disguise to make sure Daisy would not recognize her face.

Still, Moeka could not change her pheromones, so it was inevitable that Daisy would realize who she was if they met afterward. Though if a good amount of time had passed by then, the risk of Miss idolish Daisy turning into a yandere would be lowered... or so Moeka assumed.

Nevertheless, it was about time.

After French-kissing Daisy for some minutes and gently soothing her, Moeka was able to slip away while the Alpha dozed off. Of course, she did not forget to dress her partner up and lay her down properly.

''Ngh...!'' Moeka stretched as she came out of the lounge... somewhat refreshed.

Now, there were other problems. The drinks she had bought had cooled off, and... there were dozens of missed calls from both Ruri and Himeko.

Right.

The three had agreed to meet up after thirty minutes, yet Moeka was comfortably being ravished for more than an hour, not counting her stroll prior. Sighing heavily, the pink-haired Omega sent her location to her companions before flopping onto a bench nearby.

''Miss Kisaragi!''

''Moeka...!''

Not even a minute later, two figures ran toward her. Their expressions were certainly ones of worry. Though as they grabbed her shoulders, ready to interrogate the girl who had gone missing for an hour...

''This scent...?'' Himeko's pupils trembled.

''Oh, did you...'' Ruri covered her mouth in shock.

Feeling as if concealment was useless, Moeka honestly acknowledged, ''...I ran into Miss Daisy earlier. She was having quite a hard time controlling her heat, so I ended up helping her out.''

Ruri nodded thoughtfully, ''I understand. I'm just glad you're not hurt.''

''Thank you.''

On the other hand, Himeko appeared... lost. A swirl of various expressions flashed on her face—jealousy, awkwardness, relief, and hesitation.

''Is there something wrong?'' Moeka asked cautiously, holding the junior's hand.

Himeko, flustered, smiled somewhat tensely, ''N-No, it's just... um... this is kinda hard to admit now....''

Moeka felt a premonition, ''...What is it?''

After deliberating for a while, Himeko cleared her throat and shyly spoke, ''You see... Daisy is actually... my little sister.''

''...Huh?''

''Haruno Haruko—that's her name. I thought I'd keep this as a surprise for when you meet her later, but...''

''...''

No wonder she felt similar.