Magical Girl Hiyori (3)
"Uh... could you maybe back off for a sec?"
In the changing room, Hiyori looked thoroughly annoyed. She'd stripped off all her clothes, but the black lingerie still clung to her body. She grabbed at it with her hands, trying to peel it off, but it wouldn't budge an inch. Every time she tugged harder, the black particles shifted in response.
"Hah! Ah, seriously! I still need to shower!"
Hiyori yelled at the black lingerie in frustration. Realizing that getting mad wasn't helping, she gently stroked the black particles instead. Sensing her touch, they began to peel away from their underwear form and slithered toward her right wrist.
"Huh? Wait, you can change like that too?!"
Before she knew it, the black particles had transformed from lingerie into a bracelet. Staring at the new form, Hiyori was momentarily speechless. She'd been a little pissed at them for staying as underwear all this time. The black particles, oblivious to her thoughts, extended a thin tentacle from the bracelet and pointed toward the shower room. When she didn't move, the tentacle morphed into a question mark.
"What kind of sleazy creature even are you?"
Sighing as she glanced at the black particles, Hiyori headed into the shower. Just as she reached to turn on the water—
Whoosh!
"Huh?"
The black particles had beaten her to it, turning on the shower. Thinking of something, Hiyori tested it by focusing on adjusting the temperature. A tentacle from the bracelet immediately started tweaking the knobs.
"You can read my mind?"
Nod, nod.
"Gasp!"
The tentacle bobbed up and down right after she spoke—a clear yes. Hiyori was stunned. Her head was starting to spin. For now, she stood under the water to wash off the grime from earlier.
What the hell are these black particles? When she first noticed them, they carried the mana signature of the Overmind. They must have latched onto her when his body exploded. So, were they a fragment of the Overmind? But now, in bracelet form, they clearly resonated with her mana flow.
As she pondered deeply, a sudden touch made her flinch. Her focus broke, and the water stream stopped. Whoosh, whoosh. Before she knew it, the black particles had picked up a shower scrubber, lathered it up with soap, and started scrubbing her body. Hiyori stared in disbelief.
It wasn't just reading her thoughts—it had its own will.
"What are you, really?"
The scrubber, now thick with foam, pressed against her skin and rubbed thoroughly—more meticulously than Hiyori ever bothered with herself. It felt oddly comfortable, almost like a massage. She zoned out again.
"Huh?"
Watching the black particles diligently clean her body triggered a realization. Black color. Black particles. The people growing stronger at an insane rate lately. Especially one in particular.
"What was his name? Kwon... Yong... jin, right?"
That guy had wielded multiple abilities too—all of them black-tinted. And recently, some other magical girls had changed as well.
"No way... these black tentacles?"
It made perfect sense. The ridiculously powerful Overmind, the hunters and magical girls surging in strength—they all shared one thing: the color black. By now, her body was fully scrubbed, and the tentacle had switched to the showerhead to rinse her off.
"Then, to beat the Overmind... I need these black tentacles!"
Clenching her fist with renewed resolve, Hiyori let the tentacles tend to her in peace.
Tap, tap.
"What's up?"
She turned to the tentacle prodding her shoulder. Its tip split into two and gently closed her eyes.
"Ah!"
Though puzzled by the action, she soon understood as shower water soaked her hair—the tentacle had protected her eyes. It massaged her scalp like a pro, shampooing with expert care. Whoosh! It knew exactly how to use shampoo, treatment, conditioner—perfectly washing her hair.
By the time the shower ended, Hiyori was utterly relaxed. The tentacles even dried her off, and somehow knew how to use the hairdryer to style her locks perfectly. As she reached for her clothes—
Swish!
It transformed back into lingerie and snapped onto her body.
"You little perv..."
Leaving her spare underwear behind, Hiyori slipped into pajamas and shuffled to bed. The soft cushioning against her back, combined with her post-shower languor, was heavenly. Just as sleep claimed her—
She snapped awake.
"Can't keep calling you 'you' forever. How about a name?"
Having accepted the black tentacles, Hiyori patted her lingerie. It squirmed in response, brushing her breasts.
"Eek?! Alright, decided. From now on, you're Echok—Ero-Tentacle."
Hiyori squinted in pleasure, gazing at Echok. Seeming to grasp its new name, it wriggled energetically. Of course, that meant more stimulation for her. It kneaded her breasts, teasing her nipples gently. Down below, it stroked around her clit and outer lips without direct contact.
"Hey! We just showered!"
Echok ignored her, continuing its teasing. Heat built rapidly in her body. Her freshly clean skin began to sweat. Eyes closed, she writhed, rubbing her thighs together.
"Hah... haa..."
Her switch had flipped.
"Ahh... seriously! F-finish quick... gotta wake up early tomorrow...!"
Knowing resistance was futile, Hiyori surrendered to the pleasure. Freshly awakened to lust from earlier, she felt no aversion—just bliss. Moans escaped as waves of ecstasy hit from her breasts and pussy. The gentle touch of Echok earned her affection.
==
"Echokkk~"
Hiyori woke to her morning alarm, voice still husky with sleep as she called out. Reaching out, her phone floated into her hand on its own.
"This is too convenient...!"
Overwhelmed by Echok's thought-reading service—doing exactly what she wanted, even demanding bodily fluids as "payment" later (which she secretly enjoyed)—it was perfect. Convenience by day, pleasure by night.
She shook her head to wake up fully.
"Nngh... oh? Thanks."
As she struggled to sit up, Echok pushed from behind. Walking to the closet, it opened on command, fetching and dressing her in her chosen outfit. She barely had to lift a finger. Ready in record time thanks to Echok, Hiyori headed out.
==
Magical Girl Association conference room.
Wearing Echok as lingerie, Hiyori stood at the front. She had to brief them on the Overmind. All ten pairs of eyes locked onto her—a natural reaction. The Overmind, presumed gone, had resurfaced. The first monster human to hit S-rank threat level. Dozens of magical girls and hunters had vanished by its hand. It was that dangerous.
Deep down, everyone wanted to hunt it, but no ability could track it. And now, the hidden menace had appeared.
"Briefing starts now!"
As Hiyori spoke, a magical girl grabbed her hand. A massive screen lit up with footage—from Hiyori's own memories. The girl's ability visualized recollections.
The video, from Hiyori's POV, sped through until the enclosed space, then played at normal speed. A girl appeared: chin-length white bob, a beauty mark under her right eye screaming sexy. Someone shot to their feet.
Bang!
It was the Association President.
"That girl...?!"
Her long black hair swayed wildly from the force. For someone leading the Association, she looked shockingly young—like early twenties. Her perpetually serene face twisted in shock.
"Do you know her, President? She was definitely a magical girl."
Everyone else stared blankly at the President too.
"Hiyori, wasn't this supposed to be an Overmind briefing?"
"Yes."
"...Continue for now."
"Got it."
The President sat cautiously. The video rolled on: Hiyori's fight with the mystery girl. Then the highlight.
"...!"
The Overmind burst from the girl's body—shocking. Black waves engulfed her like devouring prey. Far more evolved than reports. Even through the screen, the terror seeped through. It ended as the Overmind clone exploded.
"The Overmind likely copied that girl's ability," Hiyori continued. "It probably stole—or duplicated—it to hide."
Lights flickered on, illuminating the dim room.
"President, who is she?"
All eyes on the President. She opened her eyes after a moment's thought.
"Her name is Park Woo-rim. Magical Girl Mia."
An unknown name and title—heads tilted in confusion.
One magical girl raised her hand. "You knew her? Why didn't any of us?"
"Her ability is Perception Reduction. She was my right hand."
"Pardon?"
"She investigated dangers and incidents for magical girls ahead of time, reporting to me. But for her to have fallen..."
"Wait—then the classified intel...?"
"She fabricated all of it from the start."
Bang!
Someone slammed the table, standing. "So all our info went straight to the Overmind?!"
The President's face darkened at the outburst.
"...Yes."
Chaos erupted among the magical girls. Realizing their names, identities—even families—were exposed to the worst monster human, they plunged into shock.