My Magical Girl System

Chapter 172: Adult Ceremony (18+)

Andrey kept Morgana pressed against him from behind, forcing her to face the large mirror. Her reflection was incredibly lewd, crimson skin flushed deep red, eyes glassy with unwanted pleasure, lips parted as she panted heavily. The elegant Violet Dusk dress was pulled down, exposing her large breasts, while the high slits revealed her soaked thighs. The violet-pink tattoo on her lower abdomen glowed brighter with every wave of arousal, pulsing like a living mark of submission.

Morgana stared at herself in horror and shame.

’This... this isn’t me... This lewd, desperate face... it can’t be me... Anh...!’

Andrey’s hand moved between her legs again. He pushed two fingers deep inside her dripping pussy, curling them firmly against her sensitive inner walls while his thumb rubbed her swollen clit in slow, torturous circles.

"Ahhnng!!" Morgana moaned sharply, her body jolting. "Not... there— haa...!!"

His other hand cupped her breast, squeezing the soft flesh before focusing on her hardened nipple. He pinched and rolled it between his fingers, occasionally tugging gently, sending sparks of pleasure straight to her core.

Morgana’s hips twitched uncontrollably against his hand. Her juices coated his fingers, dripping down her thighs as he continued fingering her with steady, deep strokes.

"Look at yourself," Andrey whispered hotly against her ear. "Look how wet you are... how your pussy is swallowing my fingers..."

Morgana shook her head weakly, but her eyes remained locked on the mirror. She could see everything, her flushed face, her bouncing breasts, the way her pussy glistened as Andrey’s fingers moved in and out of her.

’No... this isn’t me... I’m not this kind of woman... ahhn—!!’

Andrey increased the pace, thrusting his fingers faster while his thumb pressed harder on her clit. He pinched her nipple at the same time, twisting it slightly.

Morgana’s knees buckled. A loud, broken moan tore from her throat.

"Ahhhhhn!! Human!! I can’t— I’m— ahhn—!!"

Her body trembled violently as another powerful orgasm built rapidly inside her. The tattoo on her stomach glowed even brighter, feeding the curse and making every sensation more intense.

Andrey didn’t stop. He kept fingering her relentlessly, pushing her closer and closer to the edge while forcing her to watch her own lewd reflection.

Andrey could feel Morgana’s resistance crumbling. Her body was trembling uncontrollably, her hips moving weakly against his fingers as she chased the pleasure she desperately tried to deny.

He turned her head toward him and leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, possessive kiss.

Morgana’s eyes widened for a split second then, with a soft, defeated whimper, she kissed him back. Her tongue hesitantly met his, the kiss growing messier and more desperate as Andrey continued fingering her.

’She’s starting to submit...’ Andrey thought, a sense of satisfaction filling him.

He kissed her harder, his tongue dominating hers while his fingers thrust faster and deeper inside her soaked pussy. His thumb rubbed her clit with firm, relentless pressure.

Morgana moaned into the kiss, her body shaking violently. The tattoo on her lower abdomen glowed brightly as the curse pushed her to her limit.

She broke the kiss with a loud, broken cry.

"Ahhhhhng!! I’m— I’m cumming!!!"

Her body convulsed hard. Her pussy clenched tightly around Andrey’s fingers as she squirted powerfully. Clear, hot juices gushed out in strong spurts, spraying onto the mirror in front of them and dripping down the glass, distorting her own lewd reflection.

Morgana’s eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy as the intense orgasm ripped through her. Her thighs shook uncontrollably, and her large breasts bounced with every spasm.

Andrey kept fingering her through the climax, drawing it out as long as possible until Morgana finally went limp in his arms, panting heavily, her body twitching with aftershocks.

Her juices continued to drip down the mirror, leaving streaks across her reflected image, a perfect symbol of her fall.

Andrey held her close, his voice low and satisfied.

"...Good girl."

Morgana could only gasp for air, her mind hazy and her pride shattered.

She stared at her own reflection in the mirror, flushed crimson skin, messy white-purple hair, glassy red eyes, and her voluptuous body trembling in the disheveled Violet Dusk dress. Her large breasts rose and fell with every breath, and between her spread thighs, her pussy was visibly swollen and dripping.

’Ah... that’s... me...’

The thought echoed in her hazy mind. The shame was still there, but it was slowly being drowned out by the overwhelming pleasure and the curse burning inside her. Her resistance was crumbling.

Morgana turned her head slightly, looking at Andrey with unfocused, needy eyes. Without a word, she leaned in and kissed him first, hesitant at first, then deeper, more desperate. Her tongue shyly met his as she surrendered to the moment.

Andrey kissed her back, his hand still between her legs, gently stroking her as they kissed. The kiss grew hotter, messier, filled with pent-up lust.

System: Hehe~ This is the final push, Host. Make her submit completely.

Andrey broke the kiss, breathing heavily. He gently turned Morgana around so she was facing the mirror again, then positioned himself behind her. He spread her legs wider, pressing the thick head of his cock against her soaked entrance.

Morgana looked at their reflection, her body trembling, eyes hazy, and Andrey behind her, ready to claim her. A soft, defeated whimper escaped her lips.

Andrey slowly pushed forward, the head of his cock spreading her folds as he began to enter her.

Andrey gripped Morgana’s hips firmly and slowly pushed forward. The thick head of his cock pressed against her tight entrance, spreading her soaked folds.

Morgana’s eyes widened. "Ahhng!! It’s too big!! Wait— it hurts— nngh—!!"

Even though she was extremely wet from the curse and previous orgasms, Andrey’s size still stretched her virgin pussy painfully. She bit her lip hard as he pushed deeper, inch by inch, until he finally bottomed out inside her.

A small trickle of virgin blood flowed out from where they were joined, staining her crimson thighs.

Morgana let out a shaky, pained moan, her body tensing around him. At the same time, something began to change in her body. A long, sleek black tail with a heart-shaped tip slowly grew from the base of her spine, swaying behind her. Her curved horns also lengthened and became more prominent, glowing faintly with violet energy.

Andrey noticed the changes immediately. He paused, still buried deep inside her, and asked with genuine curiosity.

"...Why did your tail and horns grow?"

Morgana was breathing heavily, her voice hoarse and broken from the mix of pain and pleasure.

"It’s... because we Succubi... when we have sex for the first time... our bodies mature... ahhn...!" she moaned as Andrey shifted slightly inside her. "Our tail and horns... grow to show we’ve become adults... haa... it’s part of our race’s nature..."

Andrey’s eyes darkened with interest. He slowly began to move his hips, thrusting gently at first, savoring the tight, velvety heat of her pussy.

Morgana’s tail curled instinctively, wrapping lightly around Andrey’s waist as if seeking support. Her moans grew louder as pain slowly melted into pleasure.

"Ahhnggnn! It’s... moving inside me... so deep— nngh—!!"

Andrey gripped her hips tighter and started thrusting with more force, watching her reflection in the mirror, the way her tail moved, her horns gleamed, and her voluptuous body trembled with every deep stroke.