Magical Girl? There's No Going Back!

Bing Rui grew increasingly flustered. Every audience member below the stage now looked like the mastermind behind this whole scheme.

To ease the constant vibrations coming from below, Bing Rui reduced the range of her dance movements and tightened her muscles, hoping the pressure would limit the vibrations.

However, having no experience whatsoever with wearing a toy, she did not know that tightening her muscles would not ease the sensation at all. Instead, it increased its penetration, sending the vibrations deeper and triggering an even greater chain reaction.

This seemed rather bad.

Bing Rui nervously held onto the microphone stand. She no longer dared to keep dancing. As time passed, her voice began to tremble involuntarily, and even her singing started to go off-key.

Yet the cheers from below only grew louder. Bing Rui's blushing, shy appearance and slightly nervous voice perfectly conveyed the innocence of a girl falling in love. They matched the mood of the song perfectly and vividly brought out the feeling of romance.

The audience's support stirred Bing Rui's sense of responsibility. No matter what, she had to finish the performance properly and live up to their expectations. She desperately endured it, suppressing the increasingly intense pleasure just before it burst free.

When the song ended, Bing Rui hurried offstage after bowing, as if she had been pardoned. The carefree Tang Xi did not notice anything strange about her and instead gave her shoulder a hard smack. "Great job! That was the best performance effect I've ever seen!"

"Mm!!!" Bing Rui's entire body stiffened. With the performance over, both her body and mind had completely relaxed, leaving her utterly defenseless. Tang Xi's sudden slap caused the pleasure she had endured throughout the entire performance to erupt all at once, creating a silent climax within her body.

"What happened? You don't look so good. Do you need to rest?" Tang Xi asked in confusion.

"I hate you..." Bing Rui looked at Tang Xi resentfully, then went limp and collapsed.

"Huh? I only patted you once. Idols these days are really delicate." Tang Xi muttered as she carried Bing Rui to the lounge and laid her down to rest.

The vibrations had already been turned off when Bing Rui collapsed, so her complexion gradually improved. But the trial awaiting her remained severe—perhaps even harsher than before.

Her next performance was an otaku dance. Unlike the few improvised dance segments inserted into songs, a full otaku dance performance required plenty of vigorous movements like singing, dancing, and spinning. Because of her earlier experience, Bing Rui was already a complete mess. Even standing still would make the vibrating toy gradually slip downward. If she started dancing, wouldn't it fall out?

A famous streamer dropping a toy on camera—such a headline would surely shoot straight to the trending searches, wouldn't it? The social death would probably be no less severe than having her fake trap identity exposed.

"You did well. Go to the changing room next."

That voice came through her earpiece again. Its owner seemed very pleased with her humiliating performance just now, further confirming Bing Rui's suspicion: this person was definitely hiding among the audience. Only then could he keep track of her every move.

The situation was urgent. Should she just transform on the spot and slaughter the entire audience? Then no one could threaten her anymore.

Such an extreme thought even surfaced in Bing Rui's mind, but she knew perfectly well that, as a magical girl, she could never do such a thing. Even if she did, Tang Xi would stop her.

What was she supposed to do? Was she really going to let someone manipulate her like this?

For now, it seemed she had no choice.

Bing Rui obediently went into the changing room and locked the door. The voice in her earpiece immediately gave the next instruction. "Open locker number eight on the bottom row."

Bing Rui obediently opened the locker and found a pink toy inside, shaped somewhat like a small sanitary pad. It had strange protrusions and indentations on it. She had no idea how it was supposed to be used, but her instincts told her one thing: this was definitely no good.

"Put it on."

The voice continued.

"Put it on?"

Bing Rui froze for a moment. She picked up the toy, but had no idea where she was supposed to wear it.

"That's right. Wear it snugly underneath, like a C-string. By the way, this is called an Invisible Wearable Butterfly. Not only does it vibrate, it also has a suction function that can send someone to heaven in a second," the voice explained.

"What exactly are you trying to do? Art should not be desecrated. If you want money, I can give you money. Could you stop interfering with my performance?" Bing Rui asked with a frown.

"Money? How could that be more interesting than a beautiful girl? Hurry up and put it on. You make art, I make you—neither of us will hold the other up. Otherwise, heh heh heh..." the voice laughed wickedly.

Bing Rui hated the owner of that voice to the core, but he never showed himself, leaving her helpless. Gritting her teeth, she pulled aside her panties and put the butterfly on.

The butterfly's material was soft and cool, clinging tightly to Bing Rui's delicate skin and giving her an unexpectedly comfortable sensation. But she quickly sensed the voice owner's malice. Its raised section fit perfectly between her lips, while its indentation wrapped around her tiny protrusion. If it started vibrating...

Just imagining it made Bing Rui's legs go weak.

Should she just cancel the performance first?

"By the way, you have to go onstage wearing that for the task to count as complete. Otherwise, I'll still release the photos." The voice seemed to have guessed her thoughts and decisively cut off her final escape route.

"How vulgar..." Bing Rui cursed repeatedly in her heart, but she still did not dare disobey. She forced herself to change into her costume and stepped onto the stage amid everyone's eager anticipation.

Bing Rui Detonator

While Bing Rui walked toward the stage with an uneasy heart, Li Xuan was below the stage, chatting cheerfully with Tan Xiang in his arms.

The earpiece and the toys had naturally both been arranged by him. As long as he used the passage through the Delusive Badlands as a transfer station, he could easily achieve an effect like a magical door. The only flaw was that this ability consumed an enormous amount of mental power, and its teleportation range was quite limited. For now, he could not use it freely.

"Brother Xuan, Brother Xuan, that performance just now was amazing! I really didn't think anyone could portray the shy feeling of a girl falling in love so well in a single performance. Even if you dragged Sengoku Nadeko out of the book to sing it herself, she probably couldn't do better, right?" Seeing Bing Rui appear again, Tan Xiang excitedly hugged Li Xuan's arm.

"Indeed." Li Xuan handed Tan Xiang a small pink remote control.

"Huh? What's this?" Tan Xiang asked curiously.

"A detonator," Li Xuan said softly.

"A-a-a... a detonator?? Why is Master carrying something so dangerous? You aren't planning to blow up the whole venue, are you? That's way too dangerous. At least wait until after the performance!" Tan Xiang said in terror.

"Just kidding. I don't like crude things like bombs. This thing can only remotely control one target," Li Xuan said with a smile.

"What is it?" Tan Xiang asked curiously.

"You'll know if you press it—wait, don't press the bottom button!" Li Xuan tried to stop her, but Tan Xiang had already clumsily pressed it.

"Ah!" A cry immediately rang out from the stage. Bing Rui, who had just stepped onstage, somehow fell over. She braced herself with both hands on the floor, panting continuously. Her expression was tense, and her face was frighteningly pale.

The audience looked worried, while Tan Xiang nervously turned toward Li Xuan. She had clearly realized that Bing Rui's reaction was connected to the button she had pressed.

Li Xuan burst out laughing. "That's the suction button. When pressed, the tiny indentation inside vibrates at high frequency to simulate a sucking sensation. They say it can drive a woman crazy in just a few seconds. The fact that she managed to hold on without losing herself is already impressive. Press it again and turn it off. We should take things gradually; don't start with something this intense."

Tan Xiang nodded as though she understood and hurriedly turned the button off.

Sensing the vibration stop, Bing Rui's complexion improved slightly. Seeing that the audience below had gone quiet, she had a sudden idea. Using the momentum from bracing herself on the ground, she performed a Thomas flare followed by a backflip, then sprang to her feet. "Everyone, your big sis has recently learned some street dance~"

After a brief silence, enthusiastic applause erupted from below. Li Xuan took the lead in clapping. He truly admired Bing Rui's ability to adapt, and that performance had indeed been an excellent warm-up.

Seeing the lively atmosphere, Tang Xi gave the band a signal to begin playing.

The familiar music began, and Bing Rui started dancing along with it. Her body was light and graceful, and her posture was beautiful. Though she did not have the solid foundation Wu Yan possessed, it was clear she had put in plenty of hard work.

"He's so cute, Brother Xuan. His body is really as soft as a girl's! I can't even do movements like that!" Tan Xiang said excitedly.

"Press the top button, and she'll get even softer," Li Xuan said with a smile.

"Then I'll press it~" Tan Xiang tried pressing the button. Bing Rui, who had been posing cutely with one foot raised, suddenly shuddered all over and nearly fell onstage.

"Master, this is fun~ Every time I press it, he trembles. How does that work?" Tan Xiang treated it like an interesting toy, turning it on and off repeatedly and enjoying herself immensely.

"If it's fun, play with it more." Li Xuan stroked Tan Xiang's head. Her personality had not changed much after Demonfall. She still seemed timid and innocent, but that innocence had been tainted with a hint of cruelty. Like a naive child tearing off a butterfly's wings and making it crawl on the ground, Tan Xiang was personally destroying her idol's performing career.

"Brother Xuan, Brother Xuan, why did it suddenly stop working?"

After a while, Tan Xiang suddenly discovered that even when she pressed the button, Bing Rui could continue dancing onstage without any hindrance. She tapped the remote in frustration and looked toward Li Xuan.

"Maybe she's gotten used to that intensity. Press the plus button on the right to raise the vibration strength by one level." Li Xuan pointed at the button on the remote.

Tan Xiang immediately did as he said, but Bing Rui onstage still showed no reaction. Her cute dance steps were not affected in the slightest.

"Press it again."

"It still doesn't work, meow~"

"Press it three times!"

"Still nothing! Did it run out of battery?"

"Five is the highest setting. Could it really be broken?" Li Xuan also found it strange. The upper button was only ordinary vibration, but it should have had some effect.

"Brother Xuan, speaking of which, could this be the legendary... little toy?" Tan Xiang suddenly asked, blushing.

"That's right. Maybe it really is broken. I'll turn on the other one and see!" Li Xuan took out the switch for the oval toy and immediately adjusted it to the highest frequency.

Yet Bing Rui's steps remained light. She even performed better than before, every movement powerful. What had originally been merely a cute otaku dance had somehow gained the rhythm of street dance under her feet.

"Could it really be broken?" Li Xuan began to doubt the expensive equipment he had purchased. He knew very well that if he did not thoroughly torment Bing Rui's body and mind here, Mian Yin would be in danger tonight.

Her body could still be dealt with later, but if he wanted to torment her mind, now was undoubtedly the best opportunity.

Li Xuan observed for a few more minutes and found that, aside from the slightly stiff smile on her face, Bing Rui seemed almost unaffected. By then, the performance was already more than halfway over. If he did not act now, it would truly be too late.

"Looks like I'll have to try this." Li Xuan snatched the butterfly remote from Tan Xiang's hand and pressed the suction button without hesitation.

"Ah! Hah... ngh~" Bing Rui's expression froze onstage. She suddenly crumpled to the ground, clutching her stomach as she convulsed violently.

The cheers below immediately stopped. Everyone looked at one another, never expecting Bing Rui, who had been singing and dancing so freely moments ago, to suddenly collapse. The venue fell utterly silent, and even the band stood frozen, unsure whether they should keep playing.

Li Xuan was also stunned. He had originally wanted to push Bing Rui to her limit bit by bit, making her continue performing while resisting the pleasure in order to thoroughly torment her mind. Ruining the performance had never been his intention. He had not expected the toy to malfunction midway through, leaving only the suction function working normally.

Tang Xi, as her assistant, was the first to react. She rushed onto the stage to help Bing Rui up, but Bing Rui raised a hand and stopped her.

"It's fine. I can continue." Bing Rui slowly pushed herself up from the ground. Cold sweat covered her temples, and her legs had begun to tremble, but her gaze remained incomparably resolute.

She straightened her wrinkled skirt, patted her cheeks, and restored her signature sweet smile. Then she turned to the band and said, "This is none of **your business. Keep the music going, keep the dance going!"

The band was also moved by Bing Rui's tenacious spirit and began playing with renewed vigor. Bing Rui continued dancing to the music that rang out once more.

The audience below began cheering again. Some fervent fans saw their idol working so hard that they waved their support signs and shouted themselves hoarse.

Even Li Xuan could not help being moved by Bing Rui's willpower—he had not turned off the suction button, yet Bing Rui was still maintaining her unyielding dance under that powerful stimulation!

Girl, I respect you as a real man!

Li Xuan took a glow stick from Tan Xiang and joined the fans' revelry.

What he did not know was that neither of the two toys he had prepared had malfunctioned. Bing Rui was continuing to dance while enduring three layers of stimulation. Only she herself could understand that hellish intensity.

By a twist of fate, Li Xuan had exceeded his goal of tormenting Bing Rui's mind.

Magical Girls Were This Terrifying? (Bing Rui's Perspective)

While Li Xuan was having the time of his life below the stage, Bing Rui stepped onto the stage in extreme unease.

The next performance was an otaku dance. Though it was only an otaku dance, Bing Rui's adaptation incorporated many street dance movements, making it far more physically demanding than ordinary otaku dances. This had originally been one of the highlights of her dance, but now it had become her nightmare.

More intense movements meant more contact. Bing Rui felt as though an octopus was attached beneath her. Even walking continuously brought waves of pleasure; if she started dancing later, wouldn't that be unbearable?

Bing Rui swept her gaze across the audience, trying to identify the mastermind tormenting her from everyone's expressions and movements. But there were simply too many people, and quite a few were playing with their phones while waiting for the performance to begin. She could not tell who was causing trouble at all.

She could only force herself to begin.

Bing Rui gritted her teeth, put on her signature radiant smile, greeted the audience, and added a few playful remarks as warm-up banter.

This should have been a completely risk-free segment. After all, when a beautiful girl stood onstage, someone would applaud no matter what she said.

But at that moment, the suction from beneath her lower abdomen instantly emptied Bing Rui's mind.

For an innocent girl like Bing Rui, she had never experienced anything like this before. The unfamiliar sensation left her unable to adapt for a moment. Yet the new toy showed her no mercy whatsoever, immediately attacking her most delicate place from every angle with high-frequency vibrations.

The intense impact caused Bing Rui to lose consciousness in an instant. When she came slightly back to herself, she found that she was kneeling on all fours on the stage, bracing herself with both hands.

The audience was silent. Was the atmosphere going cold right from the start?

No. She absolutely could not let it go cold!

Fortunately, the suction sensation had already stopped. Bing Rui had a sudden idea and used her kneeling position to launch directly into a difficult street dance move, rising back to her feet on the stage.

How many times in a lifetime would the audience get to see a beautiful girl do a backflip? The crowd immediately erupted in thunderous cheers, creating an even better effect than an ordinary warm-up. Bing Rui finally let out the breath she had been holding and began to dance with the band's music.

She knew the demon below the stage would not let her go. The sudden vibrations would return, but she had no idea when. That uncertainty kept her nerves taut at every moment, making her movements somewhat stiff and unnatural.

Fortunately, most of the audience members were not knowledgeable about dance. On top of that, people were always more forgiving toward beautiful girls, so no one noticed anything unusual.

Great. Just keep going at this rhythm, as long as—

Just as Bing Rui thought that, the vibrations suddenly struck.

Not from the oval toy she had felt at first, but from the slender protrusion attached outside her lips.

The overly soft silicone trembled under the intense vibrations. Its slender structure left room for it to sway, making it shake slightly yet rapidly, as though a tongue were repeatedly licking back and forth.

The sudden stimulation made Bing Rui shudder all over, and she nearly fell onstage.

So it had come after all?

The vibrations quickly stopped. Bing Rui desperately adjusted her posture and continued dancing, but the demon below the stage did not stop there. He maliciously turned the vibrations on and off at random.

That irregular, intermittent stimulation kept Bing Rui from ever adapting. Her movements became choppy, like a game character suffering from severe frame drops. Every time the vibrations began, she would stiffen.

At that point, even the biggest amateur could see something was wrong.

The fans below did not know their beloved idol was dancing with two toys inside her at once. They merely assumed Bing Rui was not performing well this time. Live performances were much more difficult than edited videos, after all, so although some were dissatisfied, no one said anything for the moment. Only a few casual bystanders found it boring and simply turned around and left.

People were already leaving? This was bad. It was all because of me.

Bing Rui felt deeply anxious. The stage was her life, and performing was her entire existence. If she could not even win over the audience, what right did she have to keep making a living this way?