Nao sprawled in a filthy puddle, a lewd mix of the mutant's slimy essence and his own love juices. His torn body trembled on the cold alley floor, chest heaving with ragged pants. The mutant loomed over him, its green, gelatinous form rippling as it morphed.
The slime coalesced into the rugged figure of an older man.
"Hey… what's that?" Nao rasped, voice barely a whisper as he pointed a trembling finger toward a shattered window across the alley.
The mutant grunted, turning toward the window. "What's what? Ain't nothin'—" he muttered, peering into the dilapidated room.
The second his gaze left Nao, the boy ran. Adrenaline surged, drowning out the ache in his ravaged body. He didn't dare look back, his bare feet slapping against the grimy pavement as he sprinted through the twisting alley. His lungs burned, gasps tearing from his throat as he stumbled into a dimly lit park. A weathered bus stop sign caught his eye, its faded text barely legible: Tokyo - District 7.
"Tokyo?" Nao wheezed, clutching his torn shirt to his chest. "A super powered group of traffickers… this close to home?" His voice dropped to a terrified whisper. "Either they're dumb as shit… or they're a pretty big deal."
He staggered into the park, collapsing onto a splintered bench. His breath came in shuddering gulps, sweat and grime streaking his pale skin. His fingers fumbled into his pockets for his phone—empty, of course. The remnants of his clothes, shredded from the mutant's assault, clung to him only by his desperate grip. The black shirt gaped open, while his slacks hung in tatters, barely covering his thighs.
[Searching wardrobe… Magical Girl Outfit detected.
Stats:
- Enhanced QUIRK OUTPUT
- STAMINA REGEN
Note: Effects scale with active supporter presence.
Equip? (Y/N)]
A holographic screen shimmered before Nao's eyes. He sighed, despite the System's bringing him back from death, it was mad annoying. And the unwanted changes to his body—his toned muscles now a delicate, almost feminine frame—stoked his irritation. His hands roamed downward, fingers brushing the plush curve of his thickened thighs and the embarrassingly round swell of his ass.
"A dress? You serious?" Nao muttered, squinting at the description with a raised brow. After being resurrected, he didn't doubt it. "How's it work?"
[Magical Girl Outfit effects scale with nearby supporters actively cheering you on.]
Another message flashed, instant and smug. Nao glanced around, catching the curious stares of passersby—a jogger, a couple on a bench, a creep lingering by a lamppost. Talking to thin air probably wasn't helping his case. "Fuck it," he sighed. "Equip it. Anything's better than these rags."
A pulse of mystical energy enveloped him, warm and tingling, like a lover's caress. His torn clothes dissolved, threads unraveling as new fabric wove itself around his body. The air shimmered, and Nao's eyes widened as a frilly, pastel-pink skirt materialized, barely grazing his thighs. A tight, pink tube top hugged his chest, accentuating his newly softened curves. The outfit was shamelessly lewd, every inch designed to draw eyes to his exposed skin and exaggerated proportions.
(Character magical girl outfit picture in comment here)
"H-Hey—what the fuck?!" Nao yelped, grabbing the scandalously short skirt and yanking it down in vain. The fabric bounced back, teasingly revealing the curve of his ass. "This is so… girly! I'm a fucking guy, you asshole!" he shouted into the night, his voice high and mortified.
Heads turned. A group of teens by the park's fountain gawked, their whispers sharp and cutting.
"Whoa, who's that? Cosplay shoot?"
"Damn, she's thick as fuck. Bet that ass jiggles."
"Nah, dawg, that's a dude. Check the jawline."
Nao's face burned, humiliation searing through him. He bolted from the bench, the skirt swishing lewdly with every step, drawing more stares.
He didn't get far.
His gaze flicked upward, locking onto the mutant's hulking form emerging from the shadows. The man's eyes roamed over Nao's new outfit, a slow, appreciative smirk curling his lips.
Before Nao could react, the mutant's fist morphed into a writhing mass of green slime and slammed into his stomach.
Nao gagged, bile and air exploding from his lips as he flew backward, crashing into a tree with a sickening thud. Pain radiated through his ribs, his vision swimming.
"What's that? Your little cosplay getup?" the mutant sneered, cracking his knuckles as he advanced. "Fuck, I wish the boss let me keep you. That ass was tight."
Screams erupted from nearby civilians, their panic a distant roar in Nao's ears.
[Located supporter!
- Restored STAMINA
- Increased QUIRK OUTPUT (10%)]
A sudden warmth flooded Nao's body, chasing away the soreness in his muscles. His fingers crackled with blue electricity. "Holy shit," he gasped, rolling to the side as a slime-coated fist whistled past his face, splintering the tree behind him.
The mutant was powerful but sloppy, his attacks like a kid swinging a sledgehammer. Nao's instincts kicked in, his body moving with a grace he honed since he was a kid.
He ducked another jab, the skirt flaring to reveal the pale expanse of his thighs, and spun low, dodging a flurry of strikes. The crowd's cheers grew louder, their voices fueling the System's enhancements.
"Get him, cutie!"
"Hell yeah, fuck him up hot stuff!"
Nao gritted his teeth, ignoring the humiliating comments. He lunged forward, closing the distance as the mutant flailed in panic, unleashing a chaotic barrage of slime. A tendril grazed Nao's cheek, leaving a cold, slick trail that made him shudder. But he was faster now, gliding through the assault with unnatural ease.
"You can turn to slime, but your brain's still flesh, right?" he snarled. Blue lightning arced from his fingertips, slamming into the mutant's skull with a crackling roar. The man's eyes rolled back, his body collapsing in a twitching heap, incoherent mumbles spilling from his lips.
The crowd erupted, phones flashing as they snapped photos.
"Damn, that ass needs some pounding!"
"Oh my god, is she a registered hero? Eek, she's so cool!"
"Dawg, seriously. That's a guy."
Nao's face flushed crimson, the magical girl outfit clinging to his sweat-slick skin. He turned and fled, the skirt bouncing with every frantic step.
He didn't stop until he reached his apartment, slamming the door shut and collapsing to his knees. "Alright…" he panted, staring at the floor. "I died, got anally fucked by a mutant, and now I'm a goddamn magical girl." His hands clenched into fists, nails biting into his palms.
[Congratulations on defeating C-Ranked villain, Slimeball!
Slimeball:
- Quirk: Transforms body into manipulable green slime.
- Crimes: Manslaughter, human trafficking, terrorism, etc.
- Known Affiliates: Fletcher's Restaurant ]
Nao blinked, a warm smile creeping onto his face. "I… took down a villain?" His lips twitched, a shaky smile breaking through. "I fucking did it. Like a hero… like Mom and Dad." The thought lit a spark in his hollowed heart, fragile but fierce.
[Calculating rewards…
- 1x Floating Camera
- 1x Quirk Amplification Card]
"Explain that," Nao asked, voice steadier now.
[Tch.]
"Did you just click your tongue?"
[Floating Camera captures photos, videos, and livestreams during fights, shows comments and donations in real-time and does not get in your way. Quirk Amplification Card is a one-time use, permanent upgrade to your pathetic spark.]
"Use it. Now," Nao said, desperation edging his voice. If this System could make him stronger, he'd take every twisted gift it offered.
[Using Quirk Amplification Card… Select option:
- Heal Spark: Temporarily shifts quirk to heal minor injuries and restore stamina.
- Ranged Touch: Activates quirk over a short distance, no physical contact needed.
- Stronger Touch: Knocks out opponents instantly on contact. ]
Nao's mind raced, weighing each path. Healing was tempting, but he wasn't here to play nurse. Knocking out enemies sounded brutal, but it still required touch. Ranged Touch… that was freedom.
"Ranged Touch," he said firmly, resolve hardening in his chest. Skirt or not, he'd be a hero.
[Selected Ranged Touch. Range: Physical Contact → Ranged Contact (20 inches)]
"Why 20 inches?" Nao asked, a grin tugging at his lips as he felt the electricity in his fingers surge, arcing toward the wall with a sharp crackle.
[Saw it on PornCentre. Now I measure everything by 20 inches. Deal with it.]