I Came in the Evil Female Officer's Panties and Became Her TS Slave
That fucking slave contract I just signed.
“Shit, you clerk, asshole. Bringing those expired lunch boxes as contraband? What the hell are you even saying?”
I was wrapping up my night shift at the convenience store and heading home.
Cha Gitae, twenty-seven years old.
A NEET who only breathes and does nothing useful on this earth—right here. The only thing I’m actually good at is diligently increasing the view count of magical girl streams on the domestic server.
My one source of light in life was the magical girl broadcasts I watched from my dusty corner of the monitor. Especially when I saw Magical Peachbomb’s oh-so-sweet thighs and skirt, I could convince myself the shitty world was worth living another few days for.
Ku-gung-! Kwaaang!
Suddenly the sky flashed brightly far across the commercial district.
It looked like another big fight between a magical girl and a villain. Normal citizens would normally sprint to the opposite side just to survive, but…
“Shit! Is that?! Pink Flash from Peachbomb-chan! What if she gets hit and her clothes tear?!”
This wasn’t some perverted curiosity. It was the innocent citizen’s right to know and pure fan passion. I immediately sprinted to the scene like a madman.
Panting as I reached the empty lot, the place was already a total mess. Unfortunately, the fight had already ended. Neither Peachbomb nor the villain was in sight, damn it!
Still, before the police line went up, I hoped I could snatch a piece of Peachbomb’s torn clothing. Like a hyena, I rummaged through the wreckage.
“Jjabraaaa!!!”
Still disappointed today, I was about to turn around when I spotted it—something lying there under the faint streetlight in the concrete rubble!
A tiny, pitch-black leather scrap no bigger than three centimeters. Even the legendary eromanga master, Nukita Ittpai-sensei, probably couldn’t imagine this level of detail.
It was unmistakably a T-back panty.
“This is shit… Magenta’s panties, right?”
The Third Branch Manager of the Villain Syndicate, Magenta.
The crazy-volume artifact she usually wore—the one that boosted the viewing rating every time it appeared on screen. It had obviously been torn off by Peachbomb’s attack.
“If I pick it up… I’m dead.”
My Confucian dragon screamed in my head. It was common sense that any villain’s discarded item carried a curse—you only had to look at the nightly hit gallery to know. It could even turn you into a monster from magical contamination if I touched it wrong.
But my hand had already escaped my control.
“Just picking up a scrap of panties and the world ends? It’s trash anyway—I’m just doing the sorting for it.”
I finished the miracle logic and stuffed the leather scrap into my pocket at light speed, bolting home. My heart was pounding like crazy, but the degenerate thrill of having stolen the underwear that might still hold Magenta’s body heat made me shiver.
Ta-da-da-da-!
The fifteen-minute walk from the empty lot to my apartment was the most tense and humiliating stealth action of my life. The problem was the right pocket where I’d shoved Magenta’s panties. Whether the artifact responded to body heat or sensed my perverted vibe, it started making a faint squelching sound inside the pocket.
The sweet, potent magic leaking from the panty scrap raced up my right thigh without mercy.
“Shit, you’re insane. Even without touching it, it gets hard just from the smell?”
Every time a patrol car’s light swept the alley, I hid behind a telephone pole. Thinking about how I’d explain it if stopped—“This is a villain’s discarded item that I’m personally sorting myself.”
Of course, the next day I’d be dragged to the police station for a body search and that black leather strap would come out. I’d be on the nine o’clock news as a social experiment.
Finally, after awkwardly hiding the swollen bulge with a ninja-like hop, I reached my studio apartment.
“Haa… shit! Finally…”
It was time for the holy ritual. I washed my hands with hand sanitizer to make sure they were germ-free, and my pants were already pulled down from the entrance all the way to my ankles. I sat at the desk with a perfect altar set up.
The left monitor was playing Magical Peachbomb’s 8K 60fps stream at 0.5x speed. And right in front of my nose… the leather scrap from Magenta’s panties, carefully pulled from my pocket.
Swooosh—haa.
“Huh…? What is this? It’s not just a scent—it’s a sommelier’s masterpiece! The ultimate course served directly in front of me by a chef…! Holy shit, I’m dying!!”
The moment I inhaled, I thought my brain was melting. A strangely sweet, feminine sweat scent mixed with the decadent decay magic.
My right hand, sensing my will, broke free and started furiously fapping again. With every swing of Peachbomb’s magic wand in the screen, I dug into the fluttering skirt and the villain’s lewd body scent.
Watching the heroine of justice while sniffing the villain’s panty was a crazy crossover. Like a threesome between angel and devil on a bed—pure hybrid pleasure!! Without a doubt, the ultimate dopamine of my twenty-seven years as a NEET.
“Huuuug…! Peachbomb-chan…! Unni…! I’m holding both of you right now…!”
Pleasure hit the critical point. A tidal wave surged from my spine and slammed my prostate.
“Nngiit! You fucking squirrel-bolt!!!”
Vrru-luuut-!!
At the peak of pleasure, just as I was about to shatter the ceiling. When I opened the third-floor window to vent, thick concentrated magic gushed out like a giant hand.
On the balcony railing outside the window.
Magenta, hanging upside down and peeking into the room, met my eyes.
Slap!
“Eh?”
Thick ropes of my own cum shot straight into her forehead and cheek.
“…”
The room fell silent.
The only sound left was Peachbomb’s battle cry from the monitor. I was frozen with my cock in my hand, and Magenta, with cum still on her face, was also frozen. Her red eyes slowly rolled back.
“Shit, I’m dead.”
Just as my mouth twitched like a frightened squirrel, a notification hit my ears.
Ting-!
System notification: The contractee’s bodily fluids have completed the main body authentication. Artifact “Pandora’s T-String” slave contract complete.
“W-what did you say? Hey, wait a second.”
Other people write blood-feel slave contracts, but I got a slave contract through my shit? And not a document—it was someone else’s face smeared with bodily fluid?
“Kyaahhhhhhaaa!!!”
There was no time to resist. A hellish pain like a chainsaw on my lower body rushed in. My twenty-seven-year-old balls began evaporating into thin air.
“No! My dick!! My balls!! I hadn’t even used them in real life yet—what the hell, you crazy bitch!!”
The black cloth in my hand turned into slime and slithered between my legs like a snake. My pelvis twisted and widened, my shoulders narrowed, and two disgusting lumps of fat popped up on my chest.
And the most terrifying part was the slick, wet canyon that formed where my Excalibur once was. The cloth liquefied and dug into my skin, forcing itself into the shape of a leather T-back panty.
Ting-!
Ching-grang-!!
The window shattered and a pair of dark boots stepped on the floor. Magenta entered the room and wiped the mess from her face with the back of her leather-gloved hand.
“Haa… I’m genuinely speechless.”
Thud, thud.
As she approached, the sweet magic choked me.
“You stinking dog. Not only did you steal my panties, you even rubbed your filthy thing on my noble face?”
Magenta tilted my chin up with her cold boot.
“Please save me, unni. If you spare me just this once, I’ll bark like a dog for the rest of my life.”
My head was already begging with dogeza, but the voice that came out wasn’t mine.
“Haa… Master… please… step on me more… haaang!”
…Shit, what kind of nonsense is this? The voice of a succubus under exorcism spewed from my mouth.
“Oh? A little better than the male voice that was just hanging around, don’t you think?”
“No! Haa! That’s not my true self…♡”
Panicked and trembling, the leather strap digging into my ass crack rubbed and sent horrific pleasure straight to my brain. My hips betrayed my will and twisted on their own, rubbing my cheek against the tip of her boot.
“You’ve completely become my magic’s hunting bitch, haven’t you?”
Magenta crouched and gripped my chin, then pulled out a remote-control-like device.
“Hey, let’s test our new female hunting dog’s sensitivity, shall we?”
“N? Master, wait, why are you doing this…”
Click.
She twisted the dial on the remote to level one.
Weeeng-!
“Hiiiaaaah-!!”
Lying face-down on the floor, my waist arched like a fish. The leather strap vibrated, shredding my already fragile patience like a mixer.
“Are you insane?! Why does a T-back panty have Bluetooth?!”
At that moment, in my panic, my habitual inner monologue slipped out.
“Aaah! Save me, you crazy bitch!!”
“……What?”
Magenta’s hand stopped.
“Your tone just now… why was it like that?”
“N? What, what do you mean by… no?”
“No? No-no, right now?”
Magenta’s face instantly twisted in disgust. Cold, contemptuous eyes that looked ready to vomit any moment.
“You filthy worm. What the hell are you spewing internet slang right in front of me? Ugh, gross. I need to disinfect you.”
No, shit! This is just a terminal illness I picked up from years of gallery lurking in my room!
Of course I couldn’t say “Master, this is just a ten-year-old yabung’s unconscious dialect twitch!”
Magenta, who had no idea about such things, mercilessly twisted the remote dial to three, or rather MAX.
Click, click, click-!!
“Aaaahaaaah-!! M-murder meee! My brain, my brain is melting!! ♡♡ Waaaah! Why only me?! ♡♡”
“Shut up! One more time with that weird tone and I’ll upgrade the vibration to ten levels!”
“Hiiik! I-I’m sorryyyy!! I won’t say no-no ever again!! ♡♡”
My whole body shook. The panty’s vibration plus the community habit caused the punishment level to skyrocket like a waterfall. Without my will, a flood of precum soaked the floor. My toes curled, and the overwhelming climax took over my entire body.
“Haa, haa… haa…! Unni, please… just once more…!”
“Unni? Tsk, your education is still lacking. And tidy up that tone, hunting dog.”
Slap-!
She twisted the dial again and roughly grabbed my silver hair.
“Aaaahaaah-!! Master!! I’ll apologize with my virginity!! ♡♡”
“Yeah, that’s better. It sounds nice.”
She stroked my hair with satisfaction and pointed at the monitor on the desk. On the screen, Magical Peachbomb waved with a bright smile.
My only savior.
“That disgusting girl you were drooling over until just now. Magical Peachbomb.”
Magenta pulled the chain attached to the cold metal collar around my neck. Her lips brushed my ear.
“Go and soak that girl’s panties the same way, then show them to me. If you can’t… I’ll keep the vibration mode on forever and let you die of thirst in your room. Understand, our cute hunting dog?”
Today, my life was completely over.
I had become the most wretched fallen female villainess imaginable—forced to endure the worst hell training from an ultra-dominant manager and tear apart the panties of my beloved magical girl with my own hands.