Magical Girl's First Class: Aphrodisiac Sex Practice ♥ (Black - Part 1)
"Move it, move! Any slowpokes get demerits!"
After finishing breakfast, the monster soldiers' shouts force them into immediate action.
They change into uniforms and head to the designated location.
Life in this Facility divides into day and night.
Days follow a set curriculum, while nights offer free time or so-called "special training sessions."
Whatever "special training" means, it's a Mech拉克 facility, so nothing good. Accumulated demerits lead to punishments worth watching out for.
"...For now, nothing major seems off, but don't let your guard down. Don't fall for Dane's innocent looks. She's really, really, really a nasty bitch deep down."
Blue Sapphire emphasizes this over and over.
What the hell did Dane do in the past to earn this much hate?
Distracted by talk of the [Location Tracker] that morning, Black Twilight nearly slips, but she pulls herself back and resolves to stay wary of Dane.
So far, no suspicious signs or odd vibes. Still, vigilance might uncover something eventually.
...Her body feels strangely hot...
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The Facility's curriculum begins.
Black Twilight arrives in one of the main building's rooms.
About ten magical girls cram into the narrow space. With around thirty total in the Facility, they split into three groups for separate sessions.
Unfortunately, she parts from Blue Sapphire, who heads to the next room.
No one here she knows. For an asocial, true introvert hermit like Black Twilight—who's shy to boot—this is her worst nightmare. She can't imagine bonding with the other inmates...
'But is this the right outfit?'
Black Twilight checks her clothes. The Facility provides them: a white blouse shirt on top, a somewhat short skirt below.
Inappropriate for a prison, they resemble a school uniform if anything.
The room's vibe, rows of desks... it all screams classroom.
A nostalgic scene for normal folks, but with her shitty school memories, Black Twilight feels none of that...
"Oh my, a fresh newbie."
"The one who talked back to our handsome Director...!"
She slips in as quietly as possible, but they spot her right away and approach.
Excited about the new face, they swarm her with interest.
'Ah, awawawa...!'
Black Twilight freezes under the unfamiliar attention.
Undeterred by her panic, the magical girls chatter away.
The Director's wildly popular here too.
His greasy face, grotesquely round gut, the mixed body odor up close.
Everyone adores their handsome Director. Naturally.
Black Twilight can't fathom why she sassed him yesterday.
The girls nearby scold her for it, but when she mentions properly apologizing that morning, they drop it.
"Ufufu, honestly, you're not the first like that, Black. It happens sometimes. They realize their mistake and reflect after a day or two."
Apparently so.
Truly bizarre.
They mildly criticize her over the Director but feel friendly overall, at least to Black Twilight.
She asks about the "curriculum," and they kindly explain.
"Basically... school? It really feels that way."
"We each have flaws, so we take classes to fix them."
"Prison might sound sketchy, but it's surprisingly normal. No need to freak out~."
They reassure her like that.
So that's it. A school atmosphere after all.
And actual classes. Blackboard up front, teacher at the podium lecturing on morals or whatever...
'Somehow, that feels...'
Blander than expected.
Black Twilight feels a twinge of disappointment.
Of course, she doesn't want hardcore training or mods. But still.
'I hoped for novel material.'
She accepted Facility life to gather fodder for her stories.
But it sounds tame. A shame.
If they're right, though, life here won't be too harsh or grueling.
She might pass the promised week with Dane peacefully.
For now, she'll take that as good news.
...Even if she's just a tiny bit disappointed...
* * *
A few surprises aside, her task remains the same.
Play inmate for a week. That's it. No special skills needed.
But to pull it off, no standing out. One slip, and they might brainwash her into loving this place forever.
Black Twilight steels herself anew.
Before class starts, she introduces herself at the podium.
Name, background, last measured body stats, masturbation frequency and methods—everything.
A perfectly normal self-intro.
Her shyness causes stumbles and tongue-ties, but for her, it's decent.
"Good. Now, today's lesson starts. Pair with your helper like always. Black, first time, so you're with me."
The classroom teacher says this.
Besides the main teacher, assistants match the magical girls' number, each guiding their charge.
The room soon fills with the girls' disrupted gasps and moans.
"Such fine tits, Black. Been dying to grope them since your intro."
"Ah... uh... yes, thank... you..."
At the podium, the guard playing teacher kneads Black Twilight's breasts.
Teachers and assistants are all Facility guards, doubling as overseers and trainers.
He yanks open her shirt front, hands freely mauling her chest. Her heavy, massive breasts deform in his large, firm grip, dough under rough knead.
Her nipples, fully erect, scrape the shirt lining deliciously each twist of her body.
When he pinches and twists a nipple, electric pleasure surges through her.
Just her tits make her feel this good. But as a worthless maso bitch with a pathetic body, who knows if it's more than usual.
"Today's morning curriculum is Understanding Sex... Basically, drill home how amazing sex feels until you're a pussy-shaking bitch begging for it. Got it, Black?"
"Ah... yes... I see... sex... uh... ♡"
"There, there. Nipple tweak and you're already dumb. Pre-trained body, or yesterday's mods that intense?"
The last bit baffles her. Yesterday's mods...? No clue.
Right now, his skilled fingers rubbing, scraping her nipples just feel so good. Her head fills with shivers.
Her womb throbs deep inside...
Satisfied with her nipples and tits, the guard teacher orders her to strip.
She obeys.
Letting him touch her nipples for "education," stripping on command—nothing weird.
Besides, this guard, not as hot as the Director but handsome... manly... cool... exposing herself to him... embarrassing... but arousing...
"Come on, strip. Skirt can stay."
"Yes..."
She sheds her top, slides panties from under her skirt. No bra anyway, so her freshly mauled tits spill free.
The skirt's so short, her pussy nearly peeks already.
Lift it, and her soft labia gleam, pussy juice dripping below.
She's gushing. Feels it trickling without looking.
"Hehe, you ate your morning meds well."
"Meds...?"
"Your meals are laced heavy with aphrodisiac seasoning. More you eat, hornier you get. Vending machine stuff's clean, though."
That explains the heat since breakfast.
She's felt it constantly since arriving in the city, so no big red flag...
Rub-
"Ahhn... ♡"
His thick hand rubs her soft labia.
Just that sends a tingling, chilling jolt to her womb. She lets out a pathetic moan unwittingly...