Chapter 3 – Episode 3 I Have to Return Home in a Post-Uterine State!

After a long lingering time, Umi adjusted her clothes.

“… I’m not getting dehydrated… ?”

Umi muttered as she picked up her wet panties while shaking her head. I can’t believe it got wet this much. Even if you sweat, water doesn’t come out like this.

“The magical girl’s heartstone is like the tree of life! There is no need to worry because Heartstone supplies the moisture your body needs!”

In her situation, she couldn’t tell how much of Flying Gaebul’s words were real and how much were fake, but she didn’t actually experience symptoms like dehydration. The shortness of breath was just a cough caused by climax, and it didn’t seem to be a bigger problem than I thought.

“Now is she ready to become a magical girl?”

“In what context are you expecting me to become a magical girl even though I’ve become this kind of idiot?”

Umi spit out her words at her magical girl mascot, swallowing her nutmeg characters with her mouth.  She wondered if the faceless guy had put on an iron plate.

No, which face is it? I think it’s true that the sound comes out of that hole…

“You’re not planning on returning home in a deuterized state, are you? “I’ve never been outside before, and for the first time in the world, if my uterus just brushed against my thigh, it would go away and everyday life would be impossible!”

“I don’t like this shit right now, but if I fall for your words and become a magical girl, how much worse will I get?”

Umi shouted angrily. A prolapsed uterus dancing under a skirt like a male organ. It was the protest of Umi, a female college student who had lost her uterus.

“At least it’s a good deal on my part! Listen!”

“… No. We’ve been doing this for over 10 minutes already, and it wouldn’t be surprising if someone else showed up. She would rather go home, rest, and go to the hospital rather than be misunderstood as a prostitute who walks around with her uterus exposed on the street. “Because it’s annoying, get out of her sight.”

Umi begins to walk awkwardly, walking away.  The tip of her womb, shaped like a dog, flutters in the air.

The length of the deuterized vaginal wall is slightly longer than the length of the skirt. You might not notice it at first glance, but every time you move, you can see a little bit of your cylindrical private part – the cervix. Of course, it is a structure that cannot be seen at all because it rattles every time it moves.

If the vaginal wall touches the skirt, the rough part of the fabric will meet the sensitive part of the vaginal wall and become extremely irritated. In this situation, unfortunately, I have to give up my panties. I put the damp panties inside the purse I was carrying. I became a female college student with no panties and no uterus.

In a state where walking itself can be a climactic hell, Umi tries to somehow shake off her fate as a magical girl and find her way back home.

“I’m going to regret it, but…”

Looking at Umi like that, her mascot contained an expression that seemed both familiar and unfamiliar.

“Ugh… Ugh… After…”

Umi, a female college student, walks step by step in an awkward pose, as if a crab has appeared on the street late at night.

The walking posture is like that of a boy who has undergone circumcision. The difference is that the circumcised boy is wearing a cup to protect his baby, but Woomi is walking exposed to the world without any hesitation, as if she were still in the womb. It exists.

Of course, the sensitivity of that live uterus is several times that of an ordinary person.

“Hggyaaaaa!!”

It was because she miscontrolled her steps. The post-uterine womb, which was swinging like a large pendulum, hit Umi’s thigh with a crash. Umi unconsciously closes her legs due to her creepy feeling. She ends up crushing her sensitive vaginal walls with her own thighs.

She goes on and on and on, constantly spilling obscene liquid. But just before she collapses, she manages to hold on to her body and stand. It’s still far from home.

“Whoa… Wooooo… Tsk…”

As she climaxes lightly, she looks behind her and doesn’t see the damn Flying Gaebul. With this, Umi takes a breather and walks silently.

If you pass through this long, dark, uninhabited alley, many people will come out onto the main street, so they won’t approach you openly as long as you use the excuse of being a magical girl mascot.

As I come out into the downtown area, the surrounding scenery becomes much brighter, and I can see other people going home near the station.

Although they all have tired faces, they are abstract images of people in society who worked hard to become a part of society and burned their souls.

Among them, Umi walks noticeably unsteadily. It’s an obviously noticeable movement, but it can’t be helped.

Umi walks thinking that other people will also be tired and tired, so she won’t be as noticeable. If you think about it, even if you are walking down the street and see someone walking strangely, you only notice it at that moment and forget about it quickly. She walks with difficulty, praying that she to be considered such a person.

“Pfft, there was a recovery.”

Umi, who normally walks a 10-minute distance for over 30 minutes, sighs when he sees the long crosswalk stretching out in front of him. It is a four-lane road. The long crosswalk looks unusually longer.

In Woomi’s situation, where she has no choice but to walk three times slower than the walking speed of an ordinary person, it is difficult to determine the timing of the four-lane crosswalk traffic light.

If you do it wrong, you may run into a red light while walking erratically and end up in the middle of the crosswalk. Then, the pounding noise won’t stop, you won’t be able to get away quickly, and you’ll be scolded like hell just by imagining it.

Anyway, you have to cross this driveway to the next block. If you pass this section, it is a small alley after that. This means that just walking while paying attention to what people are saying is all you need to overcome this hurdle. Umi begins to suffer.

‘Should I use the overpass over there…? …’

Although the overpass is only a 20-minute walk away, it provides the stability to cross to the next block reliably and safely.

However, the 20-minute walking distance represents normal walking conditions.

Considering Woomi’s current speed, she would have to wait an entire hour to do it. Moreover, it takes an hour to come back in this direction…

The usual return home time has already passed. It was obvious that parents would be worried and anxious if they arrived home more than two hours later than their usual time.

What should I tell my parents… Umi’s mind becomes complicated.

‘No, if possible, you have to use the crosswalk! Just 15 seconds to use the crosswalk, endure the peak and run at full speed! Just hold on for this moment and run!’

Umi makes a promise to herself. The idea is to quickly run across the river rather than walk awkwardly.

When I gathered my courage and stood in front of the crosswalk, it didn’t even seem that long. It will be quick if you run.

There are two or three people waiting at the signal… They are all men, but one is wearing a mismatched headset, and one does not take his eyes off his cell phone. The other one is nodding while standing, perhaps because he is tired.

I was relieved to see that the other people standing with me didn’t seem to be the type to walk around and look at the scenery.

Even though she has a deformed uterus and all, she is essentially Umi and has no panties. As her quivering uterus moves, she opens her skirt, making her anxious to expose her white buttocks.

Her signal turns green and Umi assumes her dash stance. She takes a deep breath and strongly pushes off the sidewalk block with her front paws. Let’s grit our teeth and go with a quick start-

“Fuuuuu! Uggiiiiit!!!!!!!”

Her uterus receives intense kinetic energy and shakes like crazy. This is already like a spinning top that leaves you with no sense of direction.

Her soft thighs, ultra-sensitive cervix, and smooth vaginal walls collide violently, creating a waterfall of intense pleasure.

Todadadak toudadadak!

As she stretched out her legs, her uterus collided with her thighs with maddening force.  At this point, it has the same effect as beating the uterus while spinning it around.

Besides, I’d rather touch her thighs. In the midst of the shaking, the uterus that did not touch her thighs lifted the skirt, revealing Umi’s embarrassing gap and the red cylindrical column extending from the gap to the public.

The uterus that sticks to the lining of the skirt is accompanied by an exhilarating feeling of pleasure when it falls off after adsorption. It feels like putting tape on and taking off the clitoris.

I can’t even walk a few steps and I lose strength and fall over.  Fortunately, it was late at night, so no one was able to properly see Umi’s uterine desecration show.

People ahead of me glanced at each other to see why, and I wasn’t interested in the car waiting at the signal in the roadway in the first place.

“Fuuuuuk… !!!!! Boo… !!!! It… Phew… !”

Can not help it. Umi gives up on the crosswalk and gets up shakily.

Change direction, leaving behind the blinking green light of the traffic light. She exits the crosswalk and turns back onto the sidewalk. She has no choice but to choose the overpass.

Umi walks while gritting her teeth, guiding her sensitive and lewd body, whose pleasure has not yet subsided.

I regret that I should have become a magical girl.

But this was really nothing compared to the ordeal that would come to her in the future.