Transform as a Magical Girl: I Finally Became a Magical Girl, But I’m Stuck in an R-Rated Fantasy World Where Tentacles Won’t Stop Attacking Me - Chapter 124

Izzen probably started investigating Lee Heesu from that moment on. The person he wanted to take to the Demon World had someone precious to them in the Human World. He would have thought that her existence would be an obstacle to taking that person away.

Originally, Izzen didn’t even know of Heesu’s existence before that. The idea of drawing Heesu to this side was undoubtedly from that point on.

All the talk about the other magical girls being nothing more than test subjects to successfully trap that person was just empty words and b******t spoken for show. Who in the world worries about a test subject’s studies and family?

It was a mistake. He shouldn’t have shown such a sign to Izzen.

No, it was a mistake from the very beginning to have Heesu leave the house. He shouldn’t have used the excuse that the university was far from home to persuade their parents to let her live alone. No matter how unbearable it was, he should have kept her by his side and protected her to the end.

No, he shouldn’t have been by Heesu’s side from the very beginning. Even if he had to starve to death that day, he shouldn’t have eaten the young Jaeha. Then Heesu could have lived a normal and happy life forever.

It was all his fault.

As all sorts of guilt came rushing in, the beast deep within him secretly whispered. If this was going to happen anyway, he should have violated her and branded her as his female from the start without holding back.

‘No.’

Again, the voice rang out. Jaeha clutched his head and sat down. He panted and writhed in agony, as if having a seizure. When he stopped beating Izzen, the house was filled with silence. That silence was so painful.

It felt like he kept hearing Heesu’s moans from beyond that door.

The sound of the female he so desperately craved being embraced by another male.

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Placing the bloody wolf on the bed, Heesu carefully examined his condition. Rufus was limp, with his fur torn in various places and broken bones, but he was still breathing faintly. Confirming that, Heesu swallowed her tears. He was alive. It wasn’t too late yet.

Heesu lay down next to him, hugging the wolf and burying her face in his neck. She frantically stroked him, rubbed her cheek against his bloody fur, and then burst into tears. She was scared. The faint breath she felt in her arms seemed like it could stop at any moment.

To revive Rufus, she needed affection. In other words, her own magical power.

As she had told Jaeha, she knew it in her head. She had also been prepared to do anything.

Nevertheless, when she had Rufus in front of her, she was at a loss as to what to do. Up until now, Heesu had only received the affection that demons poured out one-sidedly; she had never tried to do anything on her part.

She had had s****l intercourse with Rufus once, but now he was not in human form, but a wolf. She couldn’t bring herself to do anything.

But she had to do something. Heesu steeled herself, swallowed her tears, and raised her head.

First, she kissed his forehead. A metallic scent of blood lingered on her lips, but she didn’t care and showered him with kisses all over. She repeated the same actions nervously, then sobbed again and hugged him tightly.

No. This wouldn’t be enough. Affection could not be satisfied in such a way.

Heesu recalled the first time she met Rufus. The time when he went into heat in his werewolf form and rushed at her.

She was truly scared back then. To the point where even recalling that memory now still sent a chilling shiver down her spine.

Heesu was reminded once again. This wolf was a being who could rush at her in that way again. He was only still because he was unconscious, but he was a wild being who might rush at her again as soon as he came to his senses.

‘If I were to do that, I would run far, far away! I would run away quickly so I couldn’t harm my master, and even jump into the river!’

Rufus’s words from sometime ago came to Heesu’s mind. Back then, Rufus had said it with a resolute expression. He must have been sincere. But there was no way he could keep that resolve in his current state, as a wolf who had lost his intellect. So, the possibility of him trying to do the same thing again was high.

Despite that, Heesu was not afraid of the wolf in her arms. Because Rufus was no longer the werewolf he was back then.

He was no longer a being who could be chased out and starved, who didn’t matter. He was even less a being who could just die in her arms.

He would always sit at her feet and smile as if he was just happy to be there. They ate, talked, and had fun together. They overlapped bodies and became one, rubbing against each other. He threw his body into a fight to protect her. He let himself get beaten to a bloody pulp but didn’t run away and tried to protect her.

The Rufus who fought desperately for her, the Rufus who was too embarrassed for words when they first overlapped bodies, the Rufus who became excited after penetration and lost his reason, fiercely thrusting into her, the Rufus who tearfully pleaded with her with a look of longing in his eyes, the werewolf who was hungry for affection and went into heat, rushing at her, and now, the wolf who was unconscious and bleeding to death,

All of them—were Rufus.