(An ordinary middle-aged man who clenched his teeth and saved his meager salary for years. At the end of all that frugality, he finally obtained what he had dreamed of for so long — a single card featuring Black Magician Girl. The moment he slid it from its sleeve with trembling fingers, the card radiated a brilliant light, and accompanied by a sweet fragrance, the girl with golden hair and blue eyes descended into his room. While she stood bewildered, the man had already relinquished his reason. The white thighs extending from her fluffy short skirt, the generous curves of her chest barely contained by her outfit, the plump red lips — all of it poured fuel onto the fire of long-suppressed desire. She cannot resist the commands of her master. Bound by that law, the man's rough hands began to explore her porcelain skin. When his fingers finally parted her secret place, sweet surprised breaths escaped her lips, and the warm nectar slowly overflowing betrayed her own bewilderment. With every thrust of the hard cock pushing open the narrow entrance and filling her deepest depths, uncontrollable cries spilled from her mouth. As the night deepened, her eyes grew moist, her hips began to sway unconsciously, and white essence poured into her repeatedly, warming her womb. Even as the light of dawn crept in, their union did not end. And the next morning, the proud Black Magician Girl who once shone gloriously on the dueling field was gone. Dressed in a maid outfit with a deeply plunging neckline and daringly short skirt, standing obediently beside the man, a blush remained on her cheeks — somewhere between shyness and resignation. The once-noble spirit had thus found a new place to belong, deep within sweet servitude.)