Before the engine cooled down, the two returned to the car; this time, both got into the backseats.
A strange atmosphere surrounded Fumiko and Moeka. Countless thoughts swirled in their minds at once—risks, pleasure, and attraction—all overwhelmed by pure carnal desires, driven by each other's pheromones.
Itching closer to Moeka, Fumiko whispered, ''What do you want me to do now?''
''...You're supposed to take the lead, idiot.'' Moeka snapped back, but made no effort to distance herself from the other woman, ''Just get it done... this doesn't mean anything.''
''...Right.''
Fumiko smirked at Moeka's adorable aggressiveness, like she was looking at a small cat growling, trying to be intimidating. The childhood friend she knew was always cute in this regard, but had she ever seemed this... alluring?
Affected by the natural attraction between Alphas and Omegas, Fumiko found herself drawn to every little detail of the other person. Her sweet scent, her blush, the furrowing brows, those curves...
''Come here.''
''...!''
In a burst of courage, Fumiko circled her arms around Moeka's waist and brought the woman onto her lap. Despite both of them having slender frames, Moeka was shorter, plus the somewhat frightened manner made her look especially delicate.
Now sitting on Fumiko's lap and face-to-face with her, Moeka could finally feel her throbbing heart. All of a sudden, she realized she should not have proposed this in the first place! However, it was true that if she went out in this state... she would not have the best state of mind.
So, she gritted her teeth and turned away.
That was when Fumiko put her hand on Moeka's cheek. "Look at me," She said, "I'm not that ugly, aren't I?"
''No, that's not...'' Moeka trailed off as she felt Fumiko hugging her tighter, ''This is my first time...''
''What a coincidence. It's my first time, too.''
''Heh... you're holing up in the lab all day. Not unexpected.''
Clearly, the small talk helped ease Moeka significantly. Still, seeing as though she was not ready for the real deal, Fumiko decided to hold back for the moment.
''We can have sex if you want, but a shallow mark should be enough to suppress your pheromones.'' Fumiko explained, ''You know how it works, right?''
Heat once again rushed to Moeka's face, ''J-Just mark me. No sex.''
''Got it.''
Before Moeka could come to terms with being marked by another person, her lips were decisively sealed. At the impulsive softness, her golden eyes widened.
''Calm down,'' Fumiko said as she briefly pulled back, ''A little foreplay is due before the marking.''
''...That was my first kiss, idiot.'' Moeka grumbled, yet the blush on her face betrayed those displays.
''Likewise.''
Fumiko, satisfied with the result, closed in for a second. For her, everything felt natural, as if she were born for these things, though Moeka was quite tense. Eventually, even she began to relax as their lips joined. At some point, Fumiko sensed the opportunity and pushed out her tongue.
''Mghm...!''
Moeka was rendered helpless before the bold assault. Her arms were awkward between the two, and she could not find the strength to escape. Rather... it felt good.
'This is bad...'
She had that thought before completely giving up, letting Fumiko have her way. The two stayed locked in that position for a long while, passionately kissing one another.
Only when Moeka could barely breathe did Fumiko show mercy. The Alpha, having her first taste of a prey, seemed invigorated and sharper than ever, while the Omega was effectively reduced to a mess.
''...Moeka, I'm doing it.''
Seeking to finish the job, Fumiko leaned closer to Moeka's neck, feeling the spots with her lips. Initially lost in the afterglow, Moeka soon snapped out of it, tapping the other person's back furiously, ''Don't do it on my neck, idiot! People will see it!''
''I was trying your nape,'' Fumiko mused, ''It's fine, isn't it? Your hair covers it.''
''T-That spot is for a permanent mark! Don't you dare do it...!''
Indeed, a small patch of soft gland had formed on Moeka's nape, though she was reluctant to acknowledge its existence. If an Alpha seriously bit down on it, she would be claimed forever.
''So someone did indeed do their research, hm?'' Fumiko teased, ''Fine. Where do you want me to do?''
''...''
Moeka glanced at her childhood friend's mischievous face. Those lips were still glistening with their mixed saliva, within which were white teeth with two slightly sharp fangs. If those were to pierce her skin...
''...Here.''
Tremblingly, Moeka unbuttoned her shirt and lowered the shoulders, revealing a full, well-endowed chest beneath her white underwear. She could feel the other person's blatant attraction to it, which inexplicably fueled a certain pride.
Moeka gently pressed her soft asset, the one on the left, her other arm pulling Fumiko's head closer.
''Mhm...''
Immediately, Fumiko began licking on the snowy hill with her tongue as if preparing the spot. Moeka felt a little ticklish, a little... exciting. Then, Fumiko held that softness up with her hand and gently bit down on the wet patch.
''A-Ah...!''
Admittedly, it was painful. Yet, for Moeka, who had fought countless battles as Magical Osbeckia, it was more than bearable. Rather, she could sense a faint connection to the person making the claim—a cozy, fulfilling sort of connection. There was a little bleeding, which soon stopped thanks to Moeka's magical girl physique.
In the end, only a bright red, hot mark remained on Moeka's skin.
The two, both panting, stared at one another quietly as their pheromones gradually calmed down. Until they got out of the car again, it was all silent.
''...It's still early. Wanna grab something to eat?'' Fumiko scratched her head, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
''Okay.''
What she did not expect was for Moeka to hug her arm as if it were a natural thing to do. She was directly assaulted by those terrifying assets and the Omega's soothing scent. For one reason or another, Fumiko's mood skyrocketed again.
Meanwhile, Moeka's attention was on her phone. After not eating breakfast and the steamy action inside the car, she was starving. After having lunch at a nearby restaurant, the two then returned to the lab.
Located in the heart of City O, the facility was exclusive to Fumiko, a lead scientist at the tender age of twenty. Moeka had visited this place numerous times, though she vaguely thought the researchers were staring at her a little too much...
''Huh? You two...''
It was not until they entered Fumiko's laboratory room and saw the sulking Aloe that Moeka realized she had been clinging to her childhood friend.
''A-Ahem.''
Moeka hurriedly created some distance, though it felt a little cold. Nevertheless, the budding atmosphere between the two was hard to ignore, especially to Aloe, an avid ABO fan.
Bursting out in laughter, the criminal's gaze pointed at the two magical girls, half mocking, half admiring, ''And here I thought my masterpiece was ruined! I can't believe you'd be the first one to prove my dream, Magical Osbeckia!''
''...Shut up.'' Moeka sighed.
Adjusting her glasses, Moeka sat down before Aloe, ''Answer me, why am I an... Omega?''
''Huh? How the hell would I know?'' Aloe tilted her head innocently, ''Cuz you're a bottom?''
Bulging veins popped on Moeka's forehead, but she tried her best to hold back, ''...The day I caught you, you threw a pink bottle at me. What was that?''
Aloe blinked her eyes, ''Err... something I made, probably. Can't remember. But yeah, that could be what turned you into an Omega?''
''...''
Seeing the light receding from Moeka's eyes, Fumiko chimed in, ''Is there a way to turn her into an Alpha?''
As much as Fumiko loved the Omega Moeka, she also understood what it meant for her friend, who still had to work as a magical girl. Being an Omega certainly had its disadvantages.
But in the end, Aloe flatly replied, ''Nah, it's permanent.''
''...''
''...''
Moeka hated that answer. Being robbed of opportunities that would have had, but... she hated herself for readily accepting reality even more. Being an Omega was her life now.