Angel Magical Girls (8)
Smoothly, the black particles invaded Ouriel's brain. The tiny particles crawled in through her ears and even her nose, making her body convulse at the sensation. Maybe because this was the first time targeting something that wouldn't break easily, Ouriel seemed to be in more pain than expected. Her blonde hair whipped wildly. Of course, her massive breasts shook just as violently.
"Ah♥ Ek♥ Ugh♥ Ah♥ St-stop♥ If, if you come in, really come in there♥ Ek♥"
The human brain is such a delicate and complex organ. Mess it up even a little, and the person turns into an idiot. But the brain isn't the soul. It's just flesh. Merely an organ that lets the soul control the body. In other words, even if I screw up here and wreck Ouriel, as long as I extract the personality jelly and put it back in her original body, she'll function normally again. Of course, if the damaged brain hosts the personality for too long, she might assimilate to it—but I have Hae-bin for that. I've run the experiment a few times already, so safety is guaranteed.
For fun, I lightly poked the frontal lobe at the front.
-Tremble, tremble.
"Hiiik?♥ Ok?♥ Sp-spare me♥ Pl-please♥ I h-hate♥ this♥"
Amused by Ouriel's intense reaction, I delved even deeper into her.
-Slither.
Squelch.
Ouriel had endured pleasure and torment here nonstop. I'd thought her mental fortitude was impressive for a high-ranking angel, but it exceeded even my expectations. Even with her body corrupted, she hadn't uttered a word about the angels. Amid all this body modification, she'd only begged to be spared, not killed, not to be tortured. She never leaked any angel intel. She truly lived up to her angelic name.
But magical girls are human, after all. No matter how strong their mind or body, it doesn't matter. Once my black particles slip into the brain and poke around, it's game over. The fascinating part? The moment a personality enters an empty body, the brain instantly recognizes and absorbs all the info stored in that personality. Even a new brain copies and grasps everything in a flash.
In short...
Stimulate the memory centers deeper in, past the frontal lobe.
"Ah♥ Ugh♥"
"Tell me everything about Einsl."
"Ek♥ Oghuk♥ Gr-grand Archangel♥ Mo-more♥ holy♥ and♥ beautiful♥ than♥ anyone♥ Agh♥ Ek♥ Oghuk♥ She♥ rules♥ all♥ angels♥"
It spills out effortlessly. No matter how strong the will, a brain zap crumbles it like a cookie. That's when the brain spills its stored info. Gone was the strong, charismatic voice of Ouriel. Now, with every brain prod from my black particles, she just moaned and whimpered, rattling off whatever I asked.
Ouriel seemed to love the pleasure more than I thought. Getting off on her brain being fondled, she was rubbing her severed, stubby thighs together for more stimulation. An angel feeling ecstasy from her brain being raped—what a degenerate end for an angel.
I grabbed her freakishly swollen breasts hard.
"Eeeek♥ Eook♥ Oghuk♥ Br-breasts♥ like♥ this♥ brain♥ will♥ burst♥"
-Knead, squish, knead.
I kneaded the slutty tits freely with both hands while manipulating the black particles in her brain. Once her breasts heated up enough, milk started leaking out bit by bit. How beautiful. Nipples wetting themselves with milk like a prepared pussy.
I couldn't hold back and shoved both hands into the massive breasts and their engorged nipples.
"Ohoooooook!?♥ Ehk♥ Guk♥ Kek♥"
-Squish!
Now even her breasts swallowed hands whole. Unlike a pussy, they were soft and chewy, welcoming my hands. And unlike pussy juice, the warm milk gave a novel sensation.
-Squelch. Squelch.
"Br-breasts♥ Pussy♥ Breasts♥ turned♥ into♥ pussy.♥"
As I moved my hands slightly, her breasts tugged along. They jiggled assertively with every motion. Feeling the texture inside while thoroughly raping her brain with black particles. Starting with the frontal lobe—the seat of logic.
-Plunge! Squelch!
"Ohioigok♥ Hyeak♥ No♥no♥no♥"
Whatever, I can just grab the next angel and ask. Next, memory.
"Nooo♥ Fading♥ Me-mories♥ disappearing♥ Pa-parents♥"
-Slice.
Then cognition. I stabbed into the plump-looking area, severed, and sealed it.
"Ihayaohaiho♥ Eheyea♥"
"How's it feel, everything slipping away bit by bit? Feels good, right?"
"No♥ T-tell♥ you♥ everything♥ so♥ please♥ be♥ gentle♥"
Huh, I haven't touched language yet, but her speech is already garbling. Guess without logic and cognition, it falls apart?
"Nah. I've got all the info I need already."
"Eh...?♥ N-no♥ I♥ know♥ lots♥ angel♥ powers♥ all♥"
"Does it matter? Any power's useless against me anyway."
"Nooo♥ Time♥ stops♥ time♥ special♥ ability♥"
"Yeah? But I can stop time too."
"Eh?"
"There, you've spilled it all. Next up is language. Cut this, and you're a mute retard forever. A real-doll onahole chasing nothing but pleasure."
-Shake, shake.
The moment Ouriel heard me, she shook her head frantically, tears streaming as she sobbed.
"Please♥ no♥ treat♥ me♥ like♥ livestock♥ retard♥ pleeease♥ K-kill♥ me...♥"
She begged me with those eyes, but it only fueled my fire. So beautiful.
"Don't worry. You won't even be able to think that."
-Plunge! Squelch! Stab!
I purged every brain function: personality, traits, language, logic, memory, cognition.
"Uhek♥ Ohhaek♥ Ohhoraek♥ Hiogora♥"
Ouriel wailed grotesquely, pussy and nipples gushing fluids nonstop. Easy parts done. Now the hardest remained.
She'd become a doll reacting only to my black particles.
-Smooth.
Deepest in, the parietal lobe's body control area—specifically recovery. Cut this, or the wrecked brain might heal someday, leaving a madman. Sever it completely so it never registers recovery. Then she's a perfect real-doll onahole. Only smell, taste, hearing left, breeding functional but pleasure-obsessed.
-Drip.
Carefully, without touching elsewhere, the black particles burrowed inward.
"Ah♥ A♥ Eh♥ Hiiik♥ Hook♥ Oghuk♥ Iguk♥ Eguk♥ Hiiiiiiik♥♥"
Got it.
-Twitch, twitch.
Maybe because it's the brain path, her breasts clenched around my hands fiercely. At this rate, they'd remember my hand shape. Ouriel's face was pure slut—blank stare, eyes rolled back, mouth agape with tongue lolling, too blissed to even swallow.
Feeling her massive tits, I severed her last hope.
-Smooth. Stab. Slice.
Ouriel's body froze. Then convulsed wildly and climaxed spectacularly. Arching back, her breasts sprayed milk so hard it nearly pushed my hands out; her pussy jetted a massive squirt, soaking me and pooling huge.
-Thud. Gush...
"Hii♥ Haaaah...♥"
Post-orgasm, she went limp, pissing herself. Complete. Meat shield. Her Direction Reversal reflected everything—super useful. Though once she's done as meat shield, gotta figure out how to harvest her ova.
Russia Magical Girl Manager Einsl was gnawing her nails. With the head manager gone, she'd done what she wanted. Tired of just watching and reporting as a manager, she'd come to the human world on purpose, chatting directly with magical girls and basking in their worship. To build her faction, she'd ramped up magical girl numbers, ignoring all rules.
Einsl knew it caused problems. So she'd planned to kill neighboring countries' girls, tricking angels into thinking they were corrupted and quietly eliminating solo operators. Kill one, add one angel magical girl.
"Damn, what now... It has to be that guy."
She knew why the head manager vanished—died. Balance glitch from her mistake. The added entity to fix it: Overmind. But world rules forbade speaking of it. Strict taboo.
She hadn't worried. Heard it was in Korea—why come to Russia? Killing off nearby girls would balance it. But then angels started vanishing, then dying. So she authorized Valkyrie gear for Brunhild, hoping for a fight.
Result: disaster. It wasn't just killing magical girls for balance. It corrupted, mutated, subjugated them into its forces. Brunhild's personality nearly extracted, nonfunctional. Ouriel, who begged "trust only me," presumed dead.
Her throat tightened. She had to tremble in fear of the thing coming for her life.
"I didn't want to go this far... but...!"