episode_0061

My username wasn’t always [I Want to Squeeze Marianne’s Nipples] from the start.

At first, it was a normal username.

I don’t remember what it was,

but it was definitely normal.

However.

They say if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.

That’s exactly how it felt.

Spending too much time in a community full of degenerates makes you one of them.

So, I changed my username.

To reflect my deepest desires!

After seeing the succubus Marianne’s ending! I made this username with the fervent wish to squeeze Marianne’s nipples! And witness her 19+ events!

Yes.

I regret it so much I want to strangle my past self.

“Master?”

“Do you dislike nipples?”

“I-I don’t… dislike them…”

If I had to choose between liking or disliking them, I’d say I like them.

Right?

What kind of man doesn’t like touching a beautiful woman’s breasts?

Ah.

Well, they do exist.

Among the Possessed, there’s even a muscle-loving gay guy.

A freak who hates women

and only likes men’s butts.

But.

I’m not like that.

I’m just a normal guy who likes pretty women,

the kind who would scream “YES! YES! YES!” if a beautiful woman said, “You can touch my breasts.”

So.

Objectively speaking, this is a good situation.

Lia, Alice, Sophia—these ultra-beautiful girls have given me permission to touch their chests.

But.

“If you named yourself [I Want to Squeeze Marianne’s Nipples], doesn’t that mean you really like nipples?”

“So don’t hold back~ Here, have some nipples~”

Every time they called me by that name, I wanted to die.

Please, stop!

Don’t call me that!

…was what I begged them with all my heart.

“Please, I’m begging you…”

“Stop calling me that name…”

“Why?”

“Because it’s embarrassing…”

“It was an embarrassing name?”

“Isn’t that obvious?…”

“I heard a username is a pseudonym you create yourself, meaning you want people to call you that.”

“Th-that’s…”

I had no rebuttal because it was absolutely true.

Right.

A username is a pseudonym you make so others will call you that way.

Not technically wrong, but—

“W-well…”

“Internet aliases are… a bit special…”

The internet.

A space where anonymity is strictly guaranteed.

Not perfectly guaranteed,

but generally, no one can find out your real name, face, or personal details.

Meaning.

No matter how crazy you act, it won’t affect the real you.

(Unless you commit actual crimes, of course.)

So.

You can do things you’d never dare to in real life.

You can become a lust-crazed monster,

a complete moral degenerate.

You can proudly parade around with a username like [I Want to Squeeze Marianne’s Nipples].

But.

This only works under one assumption:

Your real-life acquaintances must never know about your online persona.

They must never find out.

That you’re a total pervert.

That you’re insane enough to use a name like [I Want to Squeeze Marianne’s Nipples].

If your family, friends, or coworkers knew, you’d have no choice but to commit suicide.

…I explained it in a way that was easy to understand.

And.

I made it absolutely clear that uttering the name [I Want to Squeeze Marianne’s Nipples] was strictly forbidden.

“So you’re saying I shouldn’t say it?”

“Yeah…”

“It’s taboo… like a forbidden word you must never speak…”

“Got it.”

“If my husband hates it, I won’t call you that anymore.”

“Thanks…”

“Mhm.”

“But you do like breasts, right?”

“H-huh?…”

“Master!”

Thud!

Lia grabbed my hand.

And then—

Squish!

—pressed it against her chest.

“How is it?”

With a bright, “Did I do well?” smile on her face.

“!!!!!!”

The sensation of touching a woman’s bare breasts for the first time in my life nearly made me pass out.

‘Th-this is!…’

Warm enough to feel just right thanks to body heat.

Soft, elastic, bouncy—perfectly fitting in my hand.

So full I couldn’t even grasp it completely.

The more I touched, the more I wanted to,

and the more I craved to take things further.

Ah.

So this is what it feels like to touch breasts.

“Me too!”

Squish!

Alice grabbed my other hand and made me touch hers.

‘Whoa…’

‘This one’s amazing too…’

Not as obviously busty as Lia,

but by Korean standards, it was more than enough to be proud of.

Probably around a D-cup.

‘……?’

Wait.

This feels bigger than I remember?

‘Wasn’t Alice a B~C cup?’

Not flat,

but not exactly voluptuous either.

She was the type with just the right amount.

But.

Now, Alice felt big.

What?

Why did they grow?

…I checked Lia’s side too.

‘!!!!!!’

Lia had also gotten bigger.

Around an F-cup.

Considering she was a D~E in the game,

this was a clear increase.

What?

Did they take some kind of breast-enlarging pills without me knowing?

…I asked, but—

“I’ve never taken anything like that?”

“Me neither.”

“Th-then…”

I took a moment to calmly inspect Lia and Alice’s bodies.

They had practically stripped to let me touch their chests,

so I could see clearly.

Belly fat.

A part that should never exist in a prophecy RPG.

“Huh?…”

Alice panicked.

“D-did I gain weight?!”

Yes.

They had gained weight.

Their breasts had grown,

and so had their bellies.

This shouldn’t be possible.

They were girls who ran around daily, swung swords, and moved constantly.

Yet Alice had gained weight.

Unbelievable—

‘……?’

Actually, it made sense.

She’d been drinking cola like water,

and lived off french fries and potato chips.

Not to mention all the fried chicken, pizza, and burgers—high-calorie, high-fat foods.

So.

Gaining weight wasn’t that strange.

…When I said this, Alice was stunned.

“S-so cola made me fat?!”

“Cola is infamous for being a leading cause of obesity.”

“Same with fries, fried chicken, pizza, and burgers.”

“A-ahh…”

Alice was devastated.

Losing belly fat is surprisingly simple.

Just stop eating fattening foods like cola and fries.

But.

She had already tasted the joy of sweet, salty, and greasy food.

She had discovered the pleasure of eating,

and it had become one of life’s greatest joys.

And now?

She was supposed to quit that joy?

That’s tough.

But.

Seeing that belly fat, she couldn’t not quit.

…Or so I thought, until—

Alice, who had been staring at me, suddenly asked in confusion:

“You drank cola, ate fries, ate everything too!”

“So why are you still the same?!”

Lia and Alice had gained belly fat,

but I was completely fine.

Still muscular,

with a perfectly toned, fat-free physique.

How was this possible?

“Heh.”

“This, too, is the blessing of black magic.”

“Black magic?”

“Alice.”

“Y-yes?…”

“Question.”

“Which part of the human body holds the most life energy?”

“Life energy?…”

“Mhm.”

“Why suddenly… Uh… The heart?…”

Not wrong.

The heart is a symbol of life.

But.

As someone who studied medicine and life sciences in college,

the part I’d pick as the most life-energy-rich is—

“Belly fat.”

“Be…belly fat?…”

“More precisely, fat cells.”

Fat cells.

Storage for excess, unused energy.

You could say it’s where life energy accumulates the most.

“……?”

“Figured it out?”

“If it’s where life energy is most concentrated…”

“Then it’s the best sacrificial offering for black magic, right?”

“Bingo.”

“S-so…”

“If you sacrifice every bit of belly fat the moment it forms, you’ll never have to worry about gaining weight again.”

That’s right.

This is the blessing of black magic.

A miraculous diet method—sacrificing fat cells as offerings to maintain a perfect physique.

…I demonstrated it right then.

Using Lia and Alice’s belly fat as offerings, I completed a black magic ritual.

“Black Magic – Reaper’s Flurry!”

A technique that summons a reaper made of black flames to unleash a barrage of scythe slashes.

…Though,

the absorbed belly fat was so meager that the tiny reaper only swung its mini-scythe a few times before vanishing.

But that’s fine.

My goal wasn’t to use black magic,

but to burn away all their fat cells through its sacrificial effect.

…After showing them, I asked:

“So?”

“Black magic is awesome, right?”

“Whoaaa…”

“With black magic, we never have to worry about belly fat again?! We can eat as much as we want?!”

“Right?”

“See? Black magic isn’t so bad after all.”

I showed them the black magic beginner’s guide I’d taken from the dark mages’ hideout.

“You could learn this in under 30 minutes.”

“30 minutes?!”

“Yep.”

“Black magic is the easiest magic to start with.”

Magic is usually talent-dependent,

but black magic is so simple that anyone can use it—as long as they have offerings.

There’s a reason entire villages fall into black magic.

It’s easy, simple, and grants immense power.

That’s why people get hooked.

So.

For someone like Alice, who already knows real magic, learning it would be even faster.

…Or so I thought, but—

“This actually works?!”

Alice mastered black magic basics in under three minutes and refined her body.

Burned away all useless fat,

and sculpted an even more perfect figure.

‘Wow…’

So perfect I wanted to drag her to bed right then.

“Master?”

“How’s my body now?”

Lia also proudly showed off her black magic-enhanced figure.

All belly fat burned away,

while her plump breasts remained—now even more upgraded into a voluptuous, bouncy dream.

‘Whoa…’

So unbelievably hot I wanted to start a lewd party right then and there.

And Sophia…

Well…

Nothing happened.

Black magic burns fat.

But Sophia had no fat—or breasts—to burn.