Andrey looked at Morgana’s transford appearance for a mont. The elegant Violet Dusk outfit, her mature and seductive figure, and the dangerous beauty she now radiated made him speak honestly.
"...You’ve beco even more beautiful," he said quietly.
Morgana’s body trembled. The pink chains suddenly loosened, and she fell to her knees on the floor. Her long white-purple hair cascaded down as she lowered her head, her voice filled with humiliation and despair.
"...Kill ," she whispered brokenly. "Just kill already..."
System: Hehe~ This is getting much more interesting, don’t you think?
Morgana suddenly noticed a glowing pink panel floating in front of her. Her eyes widened in rage as she read the contents. She lifted her head and glared at Andrey with pure hatred.
"This is your doing, isn’t it?! You turned into... this! Change back right now!"
System: Sorry~ That’s not possible. This contract has beco permanent. It seems we went a little overboard, Andrey. The contract is now fully binding.
Andrey was silent for a mont, then spoke calmly.
"It’s fine. The more Magical Girls we have, the easier it will be to fight the demons in the future."
He looked down at the kneeling Morgana, his voice turning cold and serious.
"Now, back to our original purpose. I want all the information you have about the demons especially about Vesper Kane and the artifacts."
Morgana lifted her head, her red eyes burning with defiance despite her exhausted and bound state.
"I won’t tell you anything," she spat, her voice full of venom. "You can torture , humiliate , do whatever you want... but I will never betray my kind. Just kill and be done with it."
Andrey looked at her for a long mont, then let out a quiet sigh.
"...Looks like talking won’t work."
He turned his focus inward and spoke to the System.
"Do it. I’ll conquer her."
System: Hehe~ Understood, Host. Ti to discipline this naughty Magical Girl~
A pink glow suddenly appeared on Morgana’s lower abdon, right above her womb. The sa elegant, erotic tattoo that had appeared on Lumy began to form on her crimson skin glowing with a seductive violet-pink hue.
Morgana’s body jolted. Her eyes widened in shock as a sudden, intense heat blood deep inside her core.
"W-what is this...?! What did you do to —?!" she gasped, her voice trembling. She instinctively pressed a hand to her stomach, feeling the strange, throbbing warmth spreading through her womb.
The heat quickly turned into a deep, aching arousal. Her thighs pressed together as an overwhelming sensitivity flooded her body. Her breathing grew ragged, and a shaful wetness began to form between her legs.
Andrey watched her reaction quietly, his expression calm but firm.
Morgana looked up at him with a mix of rage and growing panic, her cheeks flushing against her will.
"What... what is happening to my body...?! Answer , you bastard—!!"
System: Welco to your new life as a Magical Girl, Morgana. From now on, refusing rewards will make that cute womb of yours burn with unbearable need. And only Andrey can calm it down~
Morgana’s face twisted in horror and humiliation as she realized the implication.
"No... this can’t be... I won’t... I refuse—!!"
But even as she said that, her body was already betraying her. A soft, involuntary whimper escaped her lips as another wave of heat pulsed through her core.
"Kuh..."
Morgana clenched her teeth, her crimson body trembling as she fought against the curse with all her willpower. Her fists tightened behind her back, and she tried to suppress the burning heat spreading from her womb.
"I... will not... submit..." she growled through gritted teeth. "This cheap trick... won’t work on — nngh...!"
Despite her defiance, her thighs pressed together tightly. A fresh wave of wetness leaked from her core, soaking the inside of her thighs. Her breathing grew heavier, and her large breasts rose and fell rapidly against the tight violet dress.
She tried to stand, but her legs shook. The curse was relentless, every second she resisted, the heat inside her intensified, making her clit throb and her womb ache with need.
Andrey watched her struggle quietly. After a mont, he spoke in a calm, almost indifferent tone.
"It’s useless, Morgana."
Morgana glared at him, her red eyes filled with fury and growing desperation.
"Shut up...! I won’t... ahh... I won’t let this control — haa...!"
Her voice cracked as another strong pulse of heat hit her. Her knees buckled slightly, and she had to lean against the wall to stay upright. A soft, involuntary whimper escaped her lips.
Andrey took a slow step closer, looking down at her flushed face and trembling body.
"The more you fight it, the stronger it becos. That’s how the System’s curse works. You can resist... but you’ll only make yourself suffer more."
Morgana bit her lip hard enough to draw a small drop of blood. Her thighs rubbed together unconsciously as she tried to ease the aching need between her legs.
"I... hate you..." she whispered hoarsely, tears of frustration and unwanted pleasure glistening in her eyes.
Yet her body continued to betray her. The violet-pink tattoo on her lower abdon glowed faintly, reminding her of her new reality.
System: To make this more fun for you, Host, I’ll give you a special quest!
Quest: Conquer Morgana
Objective: Make Morgana submit to you completely (body and soul).
Reward: 500 Mana Points, 1000 Affection Points, 1 Lucky Box
Andrey’s eyes flashed with interest at the generous rewards. Without wasting another second he grabbed Morgana’s wrist, pulled her toward the large hotel bed, and pushed her down onto it. Morgana tried to resist, but her body was still unstable from the transformation.
She imdiately tried to push him away, struggling beneath him.
"Get off !! Don’t you dare touch , you filthy human!!" she snarled, her red eyes burning with fury. Her voluptuous body twisted and turned as she fought against him.
Andrey pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, his body pressing her down into the mattress. His other hand began exploring her new form, sliding over the curves of her breasts, down her narrow waist, and along her wide, seductive hips. The elegant Violet Dusk dress clung tightly to her mature body, accentuating every curve.
Morgana’s breathing grew heavier. The curse was already beginning to take effect again. A shaful heat blood deep inside her womb, making her thighs tremble.
In her mind, she desperately tried to resist:
’No... I won’t submit... I refuse...’
But her body was already reacting. A soft, involuntary whimper escaped her lips as Andrey’s hand squeezed her breast through the thin fabric.
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