Therapy's always been one of your strong suits. You have a knack for drawing out the knots in someone's psyche—getting them to open up without it feeling forced or invasive. And gosh, is there satisfaction in unfurling a cute girl's innermost layers, to get at the meat of what makes them adorable-
"Haah," Mia sighs happily within your arms as you ply her body with your hands.
You press your palms gently against her stomach, circling the soft skin there in slow, deliberate motions, each caress coaxing a deeper shiver from your love. Your fingers slide down to trace along her bare thighs, the soft, silky skin underneath your fingers yielding at the barest touch.
It feels so good to feel her flesh – To press down, letting you feel the faint thrum of anticipation running through your love. To stroke her, caress her, feel her lovely skin against your own-
"- And how did that make you feel?" You ask Mia, whispering in your ear.
"What? To have my – my parents tell me I was – Was – Ooh~!" Mia coos happily as your hands move to the apex of her thighs, the soft cleft in between her legs, fingers ghosting across the outer lips of her pussy. "That I was a psychopath? Awful? Shitty… Why are we even talking ab- about this anyways?"
Why? Because you want to get to know your love better. But that's not the excuse you've given her for this, or your behavior.
"This is a part of your treatment, isn't it?" You say, batting your eyelashes innocently. Not that your love can see you, of course. She's nestled firmly in your embrace, back turned to you, thick buttocks squishing against your thighs and crotch, under the guise of recovering her lost memories. That's what her lewd therapy entails.
Or, at least, that's the nonsense cockamamie story you've sold your love to get her to do whatever you want~! It's the excuse you're using to see her, talk to her, molest her.
The best part about all of this is that it is therapeutic. Sex usually is. You're forcing Mia's brain to release such wonderful endorphins. Underneath your tender hands, Mia started murmuring about her childhood – the distant parents who never understood her love for the arcane, the mother who insisted on conventional success and a boring job teaching instead of more scholarly pursuits. It's easier for Mia to talk when her guard is down; when the comforting pressure of your hands reminds her that she is, in fact, a cute girl who deserves to be loved.
And cherished.
And violated.
Wonderful, sexy Mia. Mmh, she's developed so wonderfully underneath your ministrations, hypnosis sessions, and modifications. So lush, so ripe – She's a tantalizing fruit you've lovingly cultivated, begging to be plucked and corrupted. Darkness has already wormed into her heart, and she isn't even aware~!
Ah, so cute. So wonderful, so delicious that you want to put your mouth against her round, peach-shaped ass and dig in with your teeth-
"If – If I knew therapy was – Was this enjoyable, I'd have gone to – to – Ooh…" Mia moans, arching her back. Her head bumps up against your chin as she climaxes, hard, muscles tensing, pendulous chest heaving as her body quakes from the orgasm you've wrung out of her.
"Yep, probably!" You agree. "So, that's why you went no contact? Because they said your research was too… Inhumane?"
"They could – Could never understand my genius," Mia pants, writhing with pleasure as your hands move up to cup her breasts. "Could never understand my magic. Silly, stupid muggles, who did they think I was… No offense."
You blink. Oh. Right. You should probably tell your love you're a Magical Girl too.
… At some point?
"None taken," you hum happily as you peer around Mia's delicate shoulder to study her incredible tits. She's as curvy as you are~! A little more plush, a little more thick, but still such a delight to squeeze and hold. Her breasts might sag just a little more than yours do, but dang if they aren't more divinely soft.
Is it too soon to turn her into a mommy like you? To impregnate your love, watch as her tits fill up with milk, and her soft belly and thighs become rounder and smoother and so much sweeter to behold? Or maybe…
… Maybe it's worth getting someone else to impregnate her. Kaina might be more inclined to have a threesome if she knows she can make a baby with the rest of your loves. And you certainly wouldn't mind spoiling more of Kaina's precious daughters...
… Hmm. Hmm, hmm.
Well. That's something to consider in the future. And a very, very sexy image in your mind that you'll happily bring up the next time you see Kaina. For now, you continue your ministrations, teasing your love, molesting her… And waiting patiently for your time to strike further.
"So, what are you working on now?" You ask, idly glancing around Mia's lab. It's much the same space as it was before you knocked Mia out and corrupted her, seeping corroding essence into her brain. Lots of books, a desk full of papers, old-fashioned parchment and vellum and inkpots lending the space that familiar musty scent of an old library.
There are some notable alterations, though. You eye the summoning circle etched onto the lab's stone floor—new lines and glyphs gleaming with faint, residual energy that wasn't there before. Tiny pools of melted wax surround the perimeter, where Mia's placed black, half-burned candles for some infernal ritual or other. Cages are spread out across the circle – Filled with the shredded remains of fluff and sad, velvety fabric.
Oh, she got rid of her test subjects, then? Interesting. That must be where she summoned Tessa.
Over by the nearest bookshelf, you spot fresh parchment scrawled with demonic runes, the ink still glossy in places, encased behind managlass. That's got to be Tessa's Infernal Contract – Something you're going to have to look at now. Racks of vials and jars now fill the windowsill, each labeled with arcane shorthand that hints at volatile mixtures for summoning or binding. Mia's been pouring her energies into deeper, darker research—likely spurred on by the corruption you once so lovingly introduced.
And then there are the sex toys. BDSM gear – Leather harnesses, gags, blindfolds, hung neatly in the open closet. Riding crops, whips, candles that aren't tailored for arcane use, and a particularly gnarly-looking chair with electrodes and a voltmeter and a conspicuous stain right around where a cute girl's crotch would be if they sat down – Oh me, oh my, how basic. Has someone been trying to scratch that itch you've instilled in them?
Despite this, the rest of the lab still feels the same: cluttered but cozy, a warm hum of soft lamp-glow and the gentle rustle of pages turning in an unseen draft, all of it forming that familiar cradle of scholarly obsession you've come to associate with Luminous Libromancer~!
"What am I working on?" Mia asks, repeating your question.
"What kind of experiments are you working on, yes," you say.
Mia cocks her head, visibly calculating how many of her secrets she wants to reveal. "Biological experiments, now," she says, waving her hand lazily towards a series of jars on a dusty shelf. Inside them, you spot half-formed lumps of flesh, pressed against the glass and faintly pulsing with mana. "The study of my new servant's biology has given me the idea to try fusing arcane mana streams into living tissue."
Oho? "For what purpose?" You ask.
Mia waves at a cluster of beakers arranged haphazardly on a large wooden table now, each container filled with thick, viscous fluids tinted a nauseating array of greens and browns. Several lumps of flesh float inside them—organs, perhaps, or embryonic growths, twitching with faint reflexes. Oh. Oh, how cute. She's dabbling in your specialty~!
Oh, gosh, you're so proud of your bright, wise love. Look at those growths! Pre-cancerous, barely – Those tumors look pretty gnarly. Those samples definitely aren't of a human origin, but they are skeletal and mammalian at a glance. Those limbs are telling. Rats, and bats, and cats, perhaps?
"Just testing the effects of unmitigated mana exposure on living flesh. Precautions since I plan to ramp up the scale of my experimentation. I wasn't expecting this level of mutation. Although…" Mia muses. "… It might be fun to selectively induce mutations. To force the issue, as it were. It might be a good way to create servitors, or maybe home-grow my own…"
"You had some ideas on what those would look like?" You prompt, and Mia's arm slides over to point at a pinned-up diagram, gesturing to a rough outline of a humanoid figure with elongated limbs and a cluster of tentacles sprouting from their jaw. Those smooth, squiddy limbs, those eyes… Oh. Oh. What fun. She's making mindflayers~!
No, wait, those aren't mind flayers. As your gaze drifts further along the pinned diagrams, the sketches twist and reshape—long, ridged exoskeletons, biomechanical limbs merging at impossible angles, a head that tapers into a fierce, almost predatory crown. Each iteration grows more disturbing, more Giger-esque, as though Mia's left human anatomy behind entirely. Tubes and sinew intertwine, suggesting some alien organ system that throbs with an ugly, raw vitality. Organs interlinked with resilience, skin blossoming with sword-steel, clothes-dissolving acidic blood...
Oh, not mindflayers, xenomorphs~! Oh, what fun. It's been a while since you tried crafting yourself a xenomorph. And here your love is, proposing to… Selectively mutate portions of the population into her personal attack-hounds.
What fun~!
And those aren't the only monsters Mia's thinking of making, of course. Some are decidedly more... Tentacly. Smooth-skinned, pliable...
"Still need to work out the kinks. Mana's particularly stable – Which means that if I want to introduce mutagenic properties to trigger some kind of – Of metamorphosis, I'll either need a lot of mana, or an entirely different energy source," Mia says.
Well. That problem can be taken care of easily if you just… Unlock Mia's essence, emblazoning her lust crest across her womb – If she properly falls and embraces Dark Magical Girl-hood. At the rate she's spiraling, you figure she's right on the precipice – She'll probably Fall next week, at the rate she's going, under your carefully curated diet of essence-infusion, hypnotic manipulation, and copious amounts of depraved sex.
Essence is far, far more mutagenic than mana can ever hope to be.
"… Where were you planning on getting the feedstock for your, ahem, servitors?" You idly prompt.
"There are probably people in this city who'd volunteer if I offered them a free meal," Mia dismisses, and you take a moment to consider her words. "Or I could just use criminals, or leftover thralls – Not that the MGA's leaving me much to pick from."
"Isn't that… Immoral, though?" You ask, morbidly intrigued with how much Mia's moral compass has decayed.
"Who cares?" Mia immediately responds, and you hide your grin by burrowing your face against her purple curls.
Haaaa~! What a cute answer. And it's the correct one! Who cares~?! Who cares what happens to the worthless garbage people?! The only real problem is that the MGA would probably object to Mia's dastardly doings. If she's so far gone that she'd avidly experiment on the normies? Well, those stuffy do-gooders would probably take exception to what she's doing.
So very many ways to prod Mia, to get your love to fall even further into depravity with you~! So little time. This is something you're going to have to think through carefully.
This is why you'll give yourself time to think by giving her a gift. Yourself! And the tarot cards you brought with you, of course.
"Here!" You cheer, setting a small, lacquered box down at the side table. "While we're on the subject of forbidden pursuits – I thought you might like these!"
Mia shifts in your lap, leaning forward to lift the lid off her present carefully. "What is – Oh. Oh my!"
Your love eagerly scoops up her gift – A deck of tarot cards edged in tarnished gold, depicting vivid, sinuous artwork across each face. The images on each card are rife with infernal motifs – Demonic overlords rendered in haunting detail, each card exuding a faint sense of power that pricks at your arcane senses.
You can't imagine what Mia might be feeling right now. But you can guess, judging from her adorable reaction!
"Belphegor? Stolas?" Mia murmurs, peeling the top card from the deck—a robed demon with batlike wings standing in a circle of flickering sigils. Naked and in your lap as she is, she doesn't notice the cat-like smug grin on your face. It was worth giving your love this gift~! It's a shame you didn't get to do a reading before handing them over, though – These are supposed to let you tell the future. Or at least that's what Lucy the demon said after you beat her behind in a high-stakes poker game for these very cards.
"Where did you get them?" Mia asks absently, her focus already drifting to the next card, an eerily regal demon queen seated on a spiked throne. Lucifer, the demon queen of Hell...
"Oh, here and there," you answer evasively, watching your love's eyes light up with possibilities as she shuffles through the deck. So eager! She's like a kid on Christmas.
"Conjurations? Summoning? Maybe if I use this deck as a focus I can realign some of my attack spells – Or use them to cast cantrips…" Mia mutters, slipping into a half-hypnotic monologue of theories and experimentation. The faint heat of infernal energy, that sulfur-and-gunpowder smell, already begins to cling to the air as Mia attunes herself to her new tarot cards.
Hmm, hmm~! What sweet music your love sings. You do love your girls when they're brainy, and smart – And Mia's so, so very smart. Sweet, sexy Mia. So curious. She is very willing to do dastardly, evil things to satisfy her curiosity. You take such satisfaction in knowing your gift's pushing your love one step further down a delightfully dark path.
Perhaps, perhaps now's the time to push her even further…?
Mia's Reckless Abandon: +10 (35 Reckless Abandon)