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[43pic] Return of the Magical Wife / 元・魔法少女の復帰戦 (Patreon)
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"I promised myself I'd never do this again…"Her hands trembled as she gripped the wand—but her fingertips revealed a quiet, unmistakable thrill.
She slipped once more into the frilled costume of her magical girl days.At home she wore aprons, now she wore a ribboned dress of memories and forgotten power.
Once again she descended into battle, gracefully dodging enemy spells and silencing foes in a single flash—…but victory vanished in a moment of carelessness.
She awoke in a dim room, the kind villains call an "HQ."Wrists bound. Silver tape across her lips, sealing away her chants.Her skirt was gone. Glossy black latex crawled slowly up her legs.
“Mmh… nnnh… mmf…!”Sight stolen, movement denied—only her breath escaped, soft and heated into the thick air.
Legs gently parted. Something began pressing in, slowly, relentlessly.A faint wet sound, schlp, echoed from deep within, her body reacting before her thoughts could catch up.
This was supposed to be just a little return, a quick transformation between chores—…but now her entire body pulsed, sweet and responsive.
“Mmnh… nnf… yaah… mmfu…!”Her muffled protests melted into a rhythm not her own.
The life of a housewife, the pride of a mother—all blurred outby the "interrogation" that filled her, deeper and deeper with each moment.
Tonight, she was no longer the magical girl of legend—but a woman defeated by pleasure, in ways no spell could resist.
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「もう二度と…こんなこと、するつもりなかったのに……っ」ステッキを握る手が震える。けれど、その指先はどこか嬉しそうだった。
久しぶりに袖を通したのは、リボンとフリルの魔法少女衣装。家ではエプロン姿の彼女が、今はかつての“ヒロイン”へと戻っていた。
ふたたび舞い降りた戦場。敵の術をかわし、数人を一閃で沈める。――けれど、勝利は一瞬の油断に奪われた。
気がつけば、敵アジトのような薄暗い部屋。縛られた手首、口元には詠唱を封じる銀のテープ。スカートは脱がされ、艶のあるラテックスが脚を這い上がる。
「んっ……んむ……っ」体の自由も奪われ、吐息だけが湿った空気にこぼれていく。
脚を開かれたまま、何かがじわじわと押し寄せて――奥のほうが、くちゅ、と熱を帯びて震える。
家事の合間に戻ったはずの“ちょっとだけの変身”が、今では全身を甘く染め上げていた。
「んむぅ……っ、んぐ……や、ぁ……っ」くぐもった否定も、ゆっくり快楽のリズムに変わっていく。
主婦としての日常も、母としての誇りも、すべて忘れさせるような“尋問”が、奥深くまで満ちていく。
彼女は今夜――かつての“魔法”とはまるで違う方法で、快楽に、敗北していった。
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