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"YOU'RE WHAT?!!!"
Kaoruko's voice echo's through the empty hallway, bouncing off the walls like a pinball machine gone haywire. Sayo's eyes are glued to the floor, the cold, hard tiles seemingly more comforting than the fiery gaze of her friend. Her heart thumps like a drum in her chest, each beat a silent scream of regret and hope. "You're in love with Baiser?!" Kaoruko's disbelief is palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife.
It wasn't easy, but after many long sleepless nights, Sayo had finally come to terms with her feelings for Baiser. She knew fully well that she was their sworn enemy and all the perverted things she did to them, yet she couldn't help the way she felt. Her heart swelled with a confusing mix of love and lust every time she thought of her, but she knew she had to be honest. Kaoruko and Haruka was her best friends and teammates, they had fought side by side, and they had earned the right to know the truth no matter the outcome...
"Have you completely lost your mind?!" Kaoruko continues to shout, her fists clenched at her sides. The rage in her eyes is so intense it feels like it could burn through Sayo's very soul. Sayo just stands there, feeling the heat of her friend's anger wash over her, tugging at the sleeve of her school uniform nervously. She knew this revelation would be hard to take, but she had hoped for a little more understanding.
"You could fall in love with any girl on the entire planet, and you pick her? The same one who ties us up, fondles our breast, sticks god knows what up your butt?!?" Kaoruko's voice is like a whip crack, each word stinging more than the last. Sayo flinches, feeling the weight of her friend's accusations.
"Kaoruko-chan...—" Haruka tries to interject, but Kaoruko isn't having it. She steps closer, her breath hot and rapid.
"You think this is a joke? She's been using us, playing with us like we're her toys, and now you're says you're in love with her? What's next, we're going to switch sides? Maybe join her in her sick games?" Kaoruko's voice rises, each syllable a knife twisting in Sayo's gut.
"Kaoruko-chan..." Haruka tries again, her voice a little louder this time, but it's like trying to whisper over a tornado. Kaoruko's rant doesn't let up, her words like a storm Sayo can't find shelter from.
Sayo know that Kaoruko truly hated Baiser, she had every right to after what she had done to them. She had hoped that by sharing her feelings she could find some support or at least a listening ear, but it seems she had misjudged the situation. Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and pain. Maybe she deserved this. Maybe this was the price she had to pay for having feelings for their enemy.
"Out of all the dumbest things you've ever said, this takes the cake!" Kaoruko's voice doesn't waver, the accusations spilling out of her like a floodgate that's been held back for too long. "You're just a submissive, love crazy, pervert who's been brainwashed by that monster!"
"Kaoruko-chan!!" But then, as if a switch had been flipped, Haruka finally comes through. She steps forward, her usually calm demeanor cracking like a dam under the pressure of her own emotions.
"What?!" Kaoruko's anger falters as she sees the tears cascade down Haruka's cheeks.
"Please... Stop fighting..." Haruka's voice cracks as she speaks, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Can't you see she's hurting too?" She reaches out a trembling hand, her voice a gentle whisper compared to Kaoruko's thunderous yells.
Kaoruko's eyes narrow, then widen as she looks back at Sayo. The once proud and strong Sayo is now slumped against the wall, her eyes downcast, looking every bit like an ashamed puppy that's been scolded for peeing on the rug. Her shoulders shake with silent sobs, her fists clenched tightly at her sides. Kaoruko's anger seems to evaporate like mist in the sun as she sees the pain etched on her friends face.
"Sayo... I'm..." Kaoruko starts, her voice trailing off as she searches for the right words. Her eyes are still wide with shock, but the anger in them is replaced with something softer, something that looks a lot like concern. "I didn't mean to..."
Sayo's eyes never leave the ground as she responds to Kaoruko's accusation. "It's okay," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know it's hard to understand. I just wanted to be honest with you both."
Kaoruko's eyes widen in surprise at Sayo's passive response. "Understand? You think I can just understand this?" Her voice isn't as harsh as before, but the confusion and disbelief are still apparent. She crosses her arms over her chest, as if trying to hold herself together. "You can't just drop a bomb like this and expect us to be okay with it!"
"It isn't Sayo's fault Kaoruko-chan..." Haruka's voice is a gentle stream cutting through the harshness of the moment. She wipes at her eyes, her cheeks still wet with the tracks of her tears. "It's not like Sayo chose to feel this way. Her heart just... did." she says, her voice quivering but firm. "Just because we can't understand it doesn't make it any less real for her." Haruka fights back a sob, her chest heaving with the effort to remain composed. "You can't control who you fall in love with,"
Kaoruko's face twists, the anger fading into something that looks suspiciously like guilt. Her fists unclench, and she takes a step back. She knew fully well how it felt to have conflicting feelings for someone she wasn't supposed to love. a burden she bore alone. Yet here was Sayo, laying bare her soul, her emotions raw and exposed. It was a vulnerability that Kaoruko would never admit to, but it resonated with her, deep in a place she didn't dare explore.
It's as if Haruka's words have struck a chord deep within her, resonating with a truth she's been trying to ignore. She's quiet for a moment, her eyes searching Sayo's face for any sign of a lie, any hint that this is just a sick joke. But she finds none. Love was never something she had to consider in their battles before. It was always black and white, good versus evil. But here was Sayo, standing in the shadows of those lines, caught in a web of feelings that didn't fit neatly into their world of heroes and villains.
"I'm sorry Sayo... But you have to understand, this is just... too much." Kaoruko's voice is softer now, the anger dissipating into something that sounds almost like defeat.
For the first time Sayo looks up, her eyes meeting Kaoruko's. "I understand... But I intend to carry this burden alone," she says with a small nod. "My feelings for Mistress Baiser are my own, and I won't let them jeopardize our friendship or our mission."
"This is the craziness thing I've ever heard." Kaoruko's words hang in the air, heavy with disbelief. "Do you guys not hear how crazy this is?"
"Love makes people do crazy things," Haruka says, her voice a soothing balm to the tension in the hallway.
Kaoruko scoffs, her face flushing a deep shade of red. "It's not love, it's just lust. Sayo would bend over for anyone who teases her right," she says while giving Sayo's nipple a pinch through her shirt twisting it. Sayo gasps, her eyes flying open in shock and pleasure, a moan escaping her lips. "Isn't that right Sayo?" Kaoruko's voice is a mix of sarcasm and challenge.
"Aahn! Yes, I'm just a pervert! Please, twist it harder," Sayo whispers, her eyes half-closed, leaning into Kaoruko's touch.
"See?" Kaoruko says with a smirk, letting go of Sayo's nipple. "It's just lust, not love."
"It's not nice to play with Sayo's feelings like that," Haruka chides Kaoruko while puffing her cheeks out in a cute, but firm manner. Her voice is gentle, but there's a firmness to it that makes it clear she's not just letting the subject drop.
Kaoruko rolls her eyes, but there's a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. "I'm just saying, if you're going to claim love, then you've got to be ready for the consequences. If Baiser found out about this, she would eat you alive..." She crosses her arms, her gaze shifting back to Sayo. "Are you really serious about this?"
Sayo straightens up, her hand moving to her chest, fingers ghosting over the fabric that hides the curves that Baiser had so often touched and tormented. "What I feel for Mistress Baiser isn't just some fleeting crush or a twisted kink," she says with a conviction that's as solid as the ground beneath them. "It's more than just the way she makes me feel when she does those things to me." She blushes, her voice dropping to a whisper as she recalls the intense moments of pleasure that had been interwoven with the pain.
Her eyes shine with a fierce light as she looks directly at Kaoruko. "Every time she touches me, every time she makes me submit to her, it's like... it's like she's peeling back layers of me that I didn't even know existed. And sure, it's perverted but it's also..." She searches for the right words, her voice cracking a little. "It's also beautiful."
Her hand moves to her chest, pressing gently against the swell of her breasts, feeling the rapid beat of her heart beneath. "What I feel for her is... it's deeper than just wanting to get off. It's about... connection. And I know it sounds messed up, but i love her."
Kaoruko just sighs, her shoulders slumping as she leans against the opposite wall. Sayo is a lot of things. Impulsive, stubborn, and sometimes a little too eager to please. But true to her heart is probably the most true. If Sayo says she's in love, then she's in love.
"Sounds like I can't talk you out of this, huh?" Kaoruko sighs heavily, her eyes scanning the ceiling as if searching for answers that refuse to come. " I may not have to like this, but if you're in love with her, then I guess that's your business. Just don't let it mess up Tres Magia."
Sayo's eyes light up, hope sparkling in them like stars in the night sky. "I-I promise! Y-you won't regret this, Kaoruko-chan!" she stammers, a blush spreading across her cheeks like a wildfire. Haruka, ever the peacemaker, slides over to Kaoruko, giving her a big hug causing Kaoruko to blush.
"Whatever. But how can we fight alongside you if you have feelings for the enemy?" Kaoruko asks, her voice still laced with skepticism.
Sayo straightens her posture, a determined look crossing her face. "It won't be a problem. I can handle it," she says firmly. "I can use my La Verità transformation to keep my feelings in check. That way no matter how much she teases and prods me, I won't lose focus on our mission." She lies.
Kaoruko snorts, "that so stupid that it probably works." She crosses her arms over her chest, her eyes still holding a hint of skepticism. "But if you think you can handle it, then I guess we don't have much of a choice."
Sayo's grip on Kaoruko's shoulders tightens, her voice earnest. "I won't slow us down, I promise. I'll keep my feelings for Baiser separate from our missions. Tres Magia comes first," she says, her eyes shining with a fierce determination that's impossible to ignore.
Kaoruko looks at her for a long moment, weighing the sincerity of Sayo's words. Then, with a heavy sigh, she finally nods. "Alright. But if you start acting weird, we're having another talk," she warns, her voice gruff but lacking its earlier anger.
"Actually..." Kaoruko can practically see the puffs of breath leaving Sayo's mouth as she pants. "... I kinda want you to keep yelling at me" Sayo's face is flustered with lust, her eyes glazed over with desire.
Kaoruko's eyebrow twitches, her calmness cracking at Sayo's unexpected response. "Hey away from me you massive pervert!" she says, trying to push Sayo away.
"Please! Just tell me I'm a pervert again!" Sayo's voice is a desperate shout, her body trembling against Kaoruko's firm grip. Her eyes are wide with a mix of arousal and anticipation.
"No way! Get off me, you crazy pervert!" Kaoruko's shouts back as she tries to push Sayo away.
"Yes~ Just like that! Now tell me I'm a dirty little slut!~ how much you despise me for wanting Baiser-sama!" Sayo's breath is hot against Kaoruko's neck, her voice a mix of desperation and arousal. Her hands are clawing at Kaoruko's skirt, pulling it to reveal the soft, pale flesh beneath.
"Get away! Baiser! Get your stupid girlfriend off me!
Kaoruko's face is a picture of disgust and confusion as she fends off Sayo's advances. But Haruka, standing aside, couldn't help but smile a little. It wasn't that she enjoyed watching her friends fight over such a sensitive topic, but she was relieved to see that Kaoruko's anger had turned into something more manageable. It was a sign that maybe, just maybe, they could work through this mess together.
.....
The wind whipped through their hair as Tres Magia soared over the town towards the small plaza, their skirts fluttering behind them like colorful flags in a parade. Baiser and the rest of Enormeeta were already causing a scene and as always it's up to the three of them to stop it.
"Hihihi~" Magenta couldn't contain her giggles as they soared through the sky.
"What's up with you?" Sulfur raises an eyebrow at her pigtailed partner. "It's not like you to get so exited for a fight."
"You know, this is kind of exciting now that Azul has feelings for Baiser," Magenta said with a giggle, her voice bubbly and light. "Aren't you just a little bit excited to see her again?
Azul blushes, her eyes darting away from Magenta's knowing gaze. "It's... it's not like that," she stammers, trying to regain her composure. "I-I promise, it won't get in the way of my duties!." Her voice is shaky, and she can feel her resolve wavering. She knows her feelings for Baiser are complicated, but she can't let them distract her from their duty as a member Tres Magia.
Magenta giggles again, a caring smile playing on her lips. "Aww c'mon~ aren't you even a little bit excited to see Baiser again?" she prods, her eyes sparkling with childlike innocent.
Azul blushes, the pink hue spreading from her cheeks to the tips of her ears. She can't help it; the thought of facing Baiser again sends a flock of butterflies fluttering in her stomach. "Well... I-I might be a little excited," she admits, her voice filled with the awkwardness of a teenager with a crush.
"Well you'll get your chance. Cause there they are." Sulfur points out down to the plaza. Baiser and team were busy causing a ruckus, their laughter echoing through the streets as innocent bystanders scurried away in fear.
"Mistress..." Azul heart skips a beat as they reach the plaza. The sight of Baiser, with her sultry smile and dominating presence, sends a jolt of anticipation and dread through her body.
"Hihi~ good luck, Azul!" Magenta chirps before inhaling deeply, her chest swelling with power.
"Wait, what?!" Is all Azul can get out before Magenta shouts out loudly, "Baiser-chan! Over here! We're gonna stop you now!" Her voice cuts through the chaos like a knife, the sweetness in her tone a stark contrast to the commotion happening below. Baiser's head snaps up, her eyes narrowing as she looks for the source of the disturbance. When she spots the three magical girls, she breaks out into a wide grin, a gleam of mischief in her eyes.
"Good luck," Magenta whispers to Azul, giving her a cheeky wink before diving into the fray.
"Huh? Wha? W-wait! Magenta! This isn't the plan!" Sayo's voice crackles with shock and embarrassment as she watches Magenta leap into battle with a grin. Her cheeks burn as she realizes her friend has just left her to fend for her own with her newfound love interest.
Left on her own devices, Azul slowly descent's to the ground, her legs wobbly with a mix of fear and excitement. She's only a few feet away from Baiser now, and she can feel the heat of her gaze, the way it lingers on her body like a lover's touch. Baiser's smile is as lewd as ever, her eyes sparkling with a mischief that sends a shiver down Sayo's spine. The silence between them is thick, like a blanket of fog that refuses to lift.
The scene between them is surprisingly quite, the cacophony of their friends fading into the background as their eyes lock. Sayo's heart hammers in her chest as she watches Baiser's expression, looking for any sign of reciprocation. But all she sees is that same lewd smile, the one that sends shivers down her spine and makes her knees go weak.
*I got to say something. This is to awkward... But what?*
Taking a deep breath, Sayo breaks the silence with a bashful "H-h..hi..." Her voice lacks its usual bravado, instead sounding bashful and unsure. She fidgets with her skirt, her eyes tries to look into Baiser's, but they keep darting away.
"Hi?" Baiser's voice is a low purr, the question mark at the end of her greeting hanging in the air like a cat toying with a mouse.
The silence stretches between them, each second feeling like an eternity. *I can't do this! It's to real! My heart feels like it's going to explode!* Sayo scolded herself internally, her pulse hammering like a drumline in her ears. Her stomach felt like it was filled with cotton, a fluffy mess of nerves and anticipation that she couldn't untangle.
But then, Baiser speaks, her voice like a serpent slithering through the air. "You know , you really did a number on me last time we met~ i could barley contain myself when you finally defeated me~" she says, her words laced with innuendo that sends a rush of heat to Azul's cheeks. "It was so beautiful watching you fight. I could never get enough of the way your body moves, especially when you're all sweaty and desperate."
Azul's cheeks burned even brighter at Baiser's lewd compliment. Something most people would find inappropriate, but coming from Baiser, it felt almost like a declaration of affection in a twisted way.
"D-don't think hearing you say that w-will make m-me happy! I-I'm going to b-beat you again!" Azul blur's out, her voice stuttering like a car engine trying to start in the cold. Even though she says she didn't like it, she can't help the way her heart flutters at Baiser's words.
Baiser's smile never fades *so cute~* she thinks to herself as she watches Azul fumble over her words.
*I can't do this!* Azul's thoughts screamed internally as she stood before Baiser, her heart racing like a runaway train. Baiser have molested her countless times! But now, just being near her made her body react in ways she never knew was possible.
But the battle wasn't going to wait for her to sort out her love life. A sudden burst of magic sent Sulfur flying through the air, and she came crashing down next to Azul, the impact echoing through the plaza like a gong. "Ow..." she groaned, holding her head.
"Sulfur-san!?" Azul's voice is high pitched with worry as she bends down infront of her teammate. "I don't know what to do! My heart... it's racing so fast!" Her words come out in a rush, her eyes wide with panic.
Sulfur still shaking off the cobwebs from the impact, looks up at Azul with a dazed expression. "Weren't you going to use your La Verità transformation?" she mumbles, her voice thick with confusion as her eyes tries to regain focus.
Azul remains quite for a moment to proces the information, her eyes glazed over with the shock of Sulfur's words. Then, she bopped her head lightly, as if trying to knock some sense into herself. "Oh, right,"
Her hand shot to her fractured transformation device, which began to glow with a fiery intensity. "La Verità!" she shouted with renewed determination, the words echoing through the plaza. Ribbons of pure light shot out from the heart-shaped gem, wrapping around her body like a cocoon of divine restraint. She felt her body tighten as the magic took hold, sliding in and around every curve and contour of her form.
The transformation was swift, and when it was complete, her La Verità form a stark contrast to the innocent Magia Azul she had been moments before. The hakama skirt that now adorned her was a deep, vibrant blue that screamed seductive rebellion, riding so high that it barely brushed the tops of her thighs. It fluttered in the breeze, offering tantalizing glimpses of the soft, creamy flesh beneath, and the open sides of the skirt left nothing to the imagination.
With her face masked by the false bravado of her La Verità transformation, Azul points a firm finger at Baiser, her voice a mix of defiance and need. "I'm ready for you," she says, the words shakey but determined.
Baiser's smile remains as lewd as ever, watching Azul's transformation with a gleam of amusement in her eyes. "That's good," she says, her voice studersome, "I'm so glad to hear that." Her words hang in the air, a challenge that seems to dance around the edges of her smile. "Then you won't mind when I do this, will you?"
"Do what?" Azul's question is left unanswered as she feels something cold and slimy wrap around her ankle, jolting her out of her daze. She looks down to find a tentacle roping around her leg, a similar tentacle monster from their previous encounter slithering up behind her.
With a quick yelp, she's hoisted into the air, her hands and feet bound by the sticky, pulsing appendages. She struggles against them, her eyes wide with confusion and lust. "Wh-when did you?!" she shouts, trying to kick her legs free.
"And you who put up such an incredible battle last time," Baiser's voice dripped with mock sweetness, "such a shame, really," she said as she observed Azul's bound form with a bashful grin. Baiser was both pleased with the ease of capturing her favorite Magical girl and disappointed that the fight wasn't as thrilling as the last. "I was hoping for a bit more... excitement, but I suppose I'll just have to make do," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
The tentacles held Azul in a delicate yet unyielding embrace. She could easily just freeze them like she had done before. But she didn't want to. Not this time. Her heart was racing with a mix of excitement and dread, like a schoolgirl who's about to receive a kiss from her crush in the middle of a crowded hallway.
The anticipation was intoxicating, and she found herself not wanting to ruin the moment by breaking free too quickly.
The same feeling she had felt during their previous encounters. Only this time, it was tinged with something more... personal. She bit her lower lip, her eyes locked onto Baiser's, filled with a strange yearning she couldn't quite put into words.
The tentacles lowered her down gently, almost tenderly, so that she was bent over Baiser's lap. Her heart hammered in her chest, a symphony of fear and anticipation. Even through her tight pants, Baiser's legs felt warm and soft beneath her, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill at the intimate proximity. She knew she should be fighting, should be using her powers to escape, but something held her back.
*M-m-m-mistress?! We're so close!* Azul's mind raced as Baiser's legs pressed against her, the fabric of her skirt whispering against her skin. On the inside, Azul felt like a bashful schoolgirl, her cheeks burning with the same intensity as a summer sunset. Her heart fluttered like the pages of a book caught in a breeze, a chaotic mess of emotions that was completely new to her. Usually, she was the one who craved Baiser's attention, who reveled in the way the villainess would tease and torment her. But now she felt... vulnerable?
"You were such a naughty girl last time we fought, Magia Azul ~" Baiser's voice was a sweet caress, sending waves of both embarrassment and arousal through Sayo's body as Baiser's hand gently moved her skirt up. The cool air kissed her bare skin, exposing her round, springy butt cheeks to the open air. Sayo's blush on the inside deepened as she felt the fabric glide over her curves, but externally, she remained stoic, her La Verità transformation masking the tumultuous emotions that swirled within her.
"You did something magical girl's shouldn't do~ and we can't have that happen again can we?" Baiser says with a knowing smirk, her hand moving underneath Azul's fundoshi panties, hooking her fingers in the waistband.
*Eep! Mistress! T-thats my special spot!* The words were stuck in Azul's throat, a silent scream of pleasure that echoed through her mind as Baiser's hand traced the sensitive skin of her butt crack. The villainess's touch was electric, sending jolts of sensation straight to her core. She felt her body reacting to the intimate contact, her thighs quivering and her stomach fluttering with a mix of embarrassment and desire.
With a flick of her wrist, Baiser slid Azul's fundoshi down, her fingers tracing the warm, soft skin of her butt crack and soft slit, sending a shiver up Sayo's spine.
The fabric catching on her wetness for a brief moment before giving way. The cool air kissed her exposed skin, sending goosebumps along her body and making her shiver. Her cheeks burned with a blush that was probably visible through her La Verità mask as the wind played with the delicate skin around her pussy.
*She's touching me!? She's practically...* The thought was cut off as Baiser's finger grazed over the slick, swollen flesh of Azul's sex. A jolt of pleasure shot through her, making her gasp aloud. The all the noise grew distant as the world narrowed down to just the two of them, the feel of Baiser's touch against her most intimate parts.
"It's true, maybe I deserved a taste of my own medecin... After all the lewd things I've done to you," Baiser mused, her voice a silky purr that seemed to resonate in every inch of Azul's body. Her fingers began to trace gentle circles around Sayo's clit, the soft, feathery touch sending waves of pleasure that made her squirm in the tentacle's grasp.
"Ahh...M-Mistress..." Sayo couldn't help but let out a whimper, her body arching slightly at the touch. She knew she should be fighting, should be using her powers to free herself, but Baiser's touch was like a drug, making her want more. She felt her pussy clench around the emptiness, craving the need that only Baiser could provide.
Baiser gently plays with Azul's pussy, rubbing the swollen sex with a feather-light touch that sends waves of pleasure crashing through her body. "Magical girls should never indulge in such lewdness," she murmurs, her voice a seductive purr that seems to echo through Azul's very soul.
Her fingers dance over Sayo's clit, the pressure increasing just enough to make her squirm, but not enough to push her over the edge. But just as the pleasure began to crescendo, Baiser's hand stilled, her voice cutting through the haze of desire like a knife.
"You need to be thought a lesson, to make sure you don't do something like that again," Baiser says, her voice a mix of amusement and sternness. She raises her hand from Sayo's trembling form, the absence of her touch leaving a cold, empty feeling in its wake.
With a forceful swing, Baiser brings her hand down onto Azul's plump bottom with a sound that echoes through the plaza. It's like the world has gone mute, save for the loud smack of skin on skin. Sayo's eyes widen, her body stiffening against the tentacles as the shock of the impact sends a jolt of pain and pleasure through her. She can feel the heat radiating from her ass.
On the outside Azul remains steady, but on the inside her mind grows wild. *Mistress smacked me?! She's punishing me for being such a bad girl!* she thinks, her mind racing with the implications. It's a strange mix of embarrassment and excitement, like being caught with her hand in the cookie jar by a teacher she secretly adores. The sting of the slap lingers, turning into a warm throb that sends a shiver through her body. Her cheeks burn with a mix of shame and arousal.
*Oh no, Mistress!* Azul's mind screams as she feels the heat from Baiser's smack spread across her bottom. *You're so ruff, my butt feels like it's on fire!* she thinks, trying to keep her La Verità persona in check.
"What a beautiful sound~ your butt cheeks bouncing like that," Baiser says with a chuckle, her hand poised to strike again. "But let's not forget the lesson, shall we?"
Without waiting for a response, she raises her hand again, bringing it down with a swiftness that belies her earlier gentle touch. The smack is louder this time, the sound echoing through the plaza like a gunshot. Sayo's body jolts, her eyes squeezed shut as she tries to brace herself for the pain. But it's not just pain she feels; it's the familiar thrill of Baiser's dominance, the heady mix of fear and desire that's become all too familiar to her. Her ass cheeks ripple with the impact, the flesh jiggling enticingly.
Again and again, Baiser's hand comes down, each smack harder than the last. Azul's mind swirls with conflicting emotions—embarrassment, pleasure, and a strange sense of longing. She's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable in front of the woman she loves. Yet, with each smack, she feels herself getting wetter, her pussy throbbing with need.
*It's so emberasing... Mistress is slapping my butt in public like this!* Azul's mind screamed, her thoughts racing as Baiser's hand fell again and again. Yet, with each smack, she felt her resolve crumbling, *she's hitting me so hard, my butt stings! She's so rough! It hurts! But it feels... Sooo good!!!*
Her body was a battleground of sensations, the fiery pain from the spanking warring with the sweet pleasure that seemed to bloom in its wake. Back to her old self, Sayo's mind was a whirlwind of her normal lewd perverted thoughts. Gone was the bashful lovestruck girl from moments ago, replaced by the masochistic magical girl who craved Baiser's sadistic touch.
*Harder! Please, Mistress, hit me harder!* Azul's thoughts screamed as Baiser's hand continued its rhythmic assault on her ass. The sound of flesh meeting flesh grew louder, a cacophony of pleasure and pain that seemed to echo through her very soul. She could feel her cheeks burning, not just from the spanking but from the embarrassment of being so openly displayed. Her body felt alive, each smack sending bolts of electricity straight to her core.
Azul bites her bottom lip as a trail of drool escapes her mouth, her body jolting with each resounding smack that Baiser lands on her plump buttocks. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her mind racing with lewd thoughts as she tries to maintain the stoic exterior of La Verità. Each blow sends shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her, her inner self shamelessly craving more of the rough treatment. Her cheeks burn with the same intensity as the passion within her, a silent symphony of pain and ecstasy playing out beneath the mask.
Baiser's hand pauses mid-air, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she takes in the spectacle of her rival's bare bottom. The red handprints stand out starkly against the pale skin, a visual testament to her dominance. "Aah~ look how swollen and red it's gotten," she coos, "I hope you've learned your lesson~"
Azul's voice is a mix of defiance and arousal as she turns her head to look at Baiser through her La Verità facade, her eyes filled with challenge. "Is... is that all you got, Mistress?" she pants, her voice filled with fake determination. "Y...you call that punishment?..."
Baiser's eyes shimmer with excitement at Azul's words, a look that says she's just been handed a golden opportunity. "Of course not, Azul~," she coos, her tone sweet and yet filled with a dark promise. She reaches for the riding crop that's been resting on the bench beside her, picking it up with a flourish. "I can do this all day and night," she says as she gently pokes the wet tip of the crop against Azul's exposed pussy, watching the way it glistens with her juices.
With a smirk, Baiser raises her arm up, pulling the crop back like a whip. The sound of it slicing through the air is like a crack of thunder, and when it connects with Azul's bottom, it's like a bolt of lightning has struck her. The impact is so hard that Sayo's body jolts, her ass cheeks rippling like a pond disturbed by a thrown stone. She bites down hard on her lower lip, the pain making her eyes water, but she can't help the tiny moan that escapes her mouth.
On the inside, she's a whirlwind of pleasure and pain, her body screaming for more. *Yes, Mistress!* Her thoughts echo, a silent chant of surrender to the girl she loves. *Harder! More! Please! Use my ass you wish! Shower me with your love!* Her mind is a masochistic playground. The sensation is so intense, so overwhelming, that she feels like she's going to shatter into a million pieces.
Each smack of the crop against her sensitive skin sends a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through her, making her body tighten and release in a delicious rhythm. Her ass jiggles with each impact, the flesh bouncing and quivering in a way that seems to delight Baiser.
"Take this~ your ass is like a drum to me!" Baiser exclaims with a sadistic glee, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she watches Azul's cheeks bounce with each strike of the crop. "This will teach you be a proper Magical girl!" Baiser's arm moves in a rhythmic motion, the crop striking Azul's ass with a ferocity that's both thrilling and terrifying. Her cheeks jiggle with each impact, the sound of skin meeting leather like a symphony of debauchery.
Sayo's eyes roll back into her head, her vision swimming with stars as she bites down on her lip so hard she tastes coppery blood. A trail of drool escapes her mouth, painting a vivid picture of her internal struggle. Each smack of the crop sends her spiraling deeper into a vortex of pain and pleasure.
*More! Love me More! Harder! Please, Mistress!* Azul's thoughts were a jumbled mess of pleasure and pain, her body thrumming with the rhythm of Baiser's punishment. Each strike of the crop was like a love letter to her masochistic heart, the sting of leather against her flesh an affirmation of Baiser's attention.
She can feel her body tightening, the anticipation building with every smack. The pain is a white-hot brand on her skin, a searing reminder of the woman who holds her so firmly in her grasp.
And then it happens. The final slap lands with a wet smack that resonates through her entire body, and the world seems to shatter around her. Her orgasm hits like a freight train, a wave of pleasure so intense that it steals her breath away. A small crackle is muffuled by the sound of the slap, as another crack forms on her transformation crystal, unbeknownst to them both.
Somehow, despite the overwhelming pleasure that had just crashed through her, Azul's La Verità form remained intact. The mask, a symbol of her magical girl identity, remained in place, hiding the blush that surely painted her cheeks beneath. The tentacles that had bound her so securely moments ago loosened their grip, allowing her to stand on trembling legs. The sudden release of pressure made her wobble, falling down on the ground with a soft thud.
Baiser stands over her, the wet crop still in hand, slapping it against her palm in a slow, rhythmic motion. She glances down at Azul with a smug smile, her eyes gleaming with sadistic glee. "How was that?" she purrs, watching the magical girl's red behind heave with each panting breath. "Did that teach you to behave like a proper magical girl?"
But Azul doesn't answer. She can't. Her body is still caught in the throes of pleasure, her mind a haze of sensation. She lies there, ass up, face down, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. The coolness of the ground is a stark contrast to the heat that radiates from her cheeks from the spanking of a life time. Each breath she takes is shallow and fast, her chest heaving with the effort of trying to calm herself.
"Aah~ oh well, the moment has passed," Baiser says with a dramatic sigh, her eyes never leaving Azul's panting form. Baiser turns around as a portal opens up behind her, the swirling vortex of colors. She saunters over to it, her hips swinging gently as she walks, each step a deliberate taunt to the defeated magical girl. "I hope you'll put up a better fight next time," she says with a smirk as she disappears through the portal, leaving Azul alone in the quiet aftermath of their encounter.
With a whine, Azul felt the La Verità transformation wear off, her outfit transforms back into her usual Magical girl form. Her skirt fluttered down, covering her crimson cheeks, which were still sticky with her own juices. The cold ground beneath her felt like a balm to her feverish skin.
She remains face down, ass up, as the world around her starts to come back into focus. The sound of footsteps echoes through the now-silent plaza, as she hears her friends approaching. But she can't move, can't even lift her head. The weight of her humiliation and pleasure keeps her pinned to the ground, a willing victim to Baiser's dominance.
Sulfur sighs heavily, watching the scene unfold with a mix of exasperation and concern. She knows Azul's tendencies, knows the masochistic streak that runs through her. But this... this was just pathetic...
"Geez... Azul, you really showed her... I mean, you totally had that under control," Sulfur said with a hint of sarcasm, her voice filled with a mix of relief and annoyance.
Magenta, ever the optimist, skipped over to them, her eyes sparkling with childish glee. "Be nice Sulfur-chan~! It's Azul's first crush!" she exclaimed, her voice a high-pitched giggle that seemed to lighten the tension in the air.
Forcing herself to up, Azul's voice was thick with lust and satisfaction. "M-more than happy, actually," she murmured, her cheeks still flushed from the intense spanking. "B-Baiser... she really... loved my ass... hard..." The words slipped out of her mouth, a confession that seemed to hang in the air for an eternity.
The only responsive was Magenta's giggle, and Sulfur's exasperated headshake.
"I'm serious, if love turns you into a trembling mess like that, I want no part of it," Sulfur muttered as she gently kicks at Azul's sore bottom, making her moan out in pleasure as she cums from just the aftershocks of the spankings sore spots.
Sulfur jolts back in surprise at the reaction. The sound of Azul's moan makes her eyebrows furrow, her mouth twisting into a frown. "What the hell?" she snaps, her voice a mix of confusion and annoyance.
Magenta, ever the cheerful optimist, claps her hands together with childlike excitement. "Oh, isn't it just the most romantic thing ever!" she squeals, her eyes sparkling with joy. "Imagine, Azul, finding love in the heat of battle! And turning pain into pleasure? How utterly poetic. it's like something out of a fairy tale!"
But Sulfur's expression is less than enchanted. She stares at Azul, who's still face down on the ground, with a mix of exasperation and disbelief. "Crazy," she murmurs, shaking her head. "You're both absolutely bonkers."
