2-32 Magical Girls on the Aerial Onahole Looping Pervert Bus (Black Twilight, Blue Sapphire - Pervert Bus) (3)
The bus runs across roughly ■, looping through the city, and eventually returns to the original station where it started.
To let the passengers enjoy the magical girls at a more leisurely pace, they've deliberately slowed the speed to less than half the usual rate... so the full circuit takes more than twice as long as normal.
At least since it's operated by an AI program, there's no need for a driver swap or breaks.
Once they finally arrive back at the station, Black Twilight and Blue Sapphire are barely freed from the passengers and manage to disembark.
Even after reaching their destination, some monster passengers who wanted to keep enjoying them refused to get off, making the bus so packed it was hard to even exit.
And that's supposedly with passenger limits in place—if not for that, the interior would've been so crammed the bus couldn't have moved at all.
Hah... hah...
Haa... haa...
Stepping off the bus, the two are covered head to toe in semen, with thick drops of what might be their own juices or more cum dripping from their pussies.
They've clutched their stripped costumes in their arms, but even those are soaked in the stench of semen, as if used as jerk-off toys themselves.
"It ain't over yet. Gotta wash up first, then back on the grind."
...After hours strapped inside, touring the whole city as public flesh toilets.
But their ordeal isn't done.
Handed over to the guards, they're led into a dark alley nearby.
There, a makeshift shower booth has been assembled.
It's temporary and prefab, but inside it's surprisingly clean and sturdy—pretty decent.
Though soundproofing is doubtful; their shower noises might echo right out, making their hearts race.
Shwaaaaa—
Ngh... Hn... Kh... Ahh...
Under the pouring stream from the portable showerhead.
In that cramped booth, Black Twilight is ravaged by the guard who entered with her.
Standing with hands braced against the wall under the spray, she's taken from behind.
Sure enough, no proper soundproofing—the beastly moans from Blue Sapphire in the adjacent booth ring out clearly.
She's getting fucked just like Black Twilight beyond that wall...
Knowing a fellow magical girl is being toyed with alongside her oddly heightens the pleasure.
Sex feels even better shared...
Inside the shower booth, Black Twilight takes two loads in her pussy and one in her ass—a total of three creampies.
The monster guard, bored waiting while they were on the bus, was pent-up and vicious.
Only after washing out even those loads with the showerhead do Black Twilight and Blue Sapphire finally exit.
Just as they emerge, another magical girl and her guard pass by, heading into the freshly vacated booth.
One of the magical girls they saw departing the station earlier.
She's just completed her loop and returned.
The others aren't visible because each bus has its own route.
Some are probably waiting at different endpoints for the next ride...
Gulp...
Ugh...
Out of the booth, they head back to the station.
There, Black Twilight and Blue Sapphire are force-fed aphrodisiacs again.
Their bodies, highly receptive to the drugs, still pulse with the effects from hours ago.
But they don't care—they shove in the same dose regardless.
Heat surges hotter than before, minds fogging over.
Even after all that fucking, their pussies itch for more, uteruses twitching deep inside like they're begging...
Guards leer at the flushed, panting duo, groping their bodies appreciatively.
Just that sends shivers through them both.
They're back in their original costumes now.
The soiled outfits were roughly rinsed clean in the booth.
No drying—just wrung out by hand—so the damp fabric still drips steadily.
At least the enamel-like material, akin to swimwear and made from some special Earth-unavailable fabric, repels water and dries fast.
Magical girl costumes are impressive...
"Feels nice groping 'em while wet."
"Next break, maybe fuck 'em clothed? Wanna try it with those soaked costumes on."
The monster guards knead and tug at the wet outfits, savoring the texture as they chat.
Overhearing, Black Twilight despairs a little.
They said "next break turn."
Mentioned a "cycle."
By their words, after this next bus... at least one more ride awaits.
Who knows how many—feels like they'll cover every inch of the city as public toilets.
Utterly hopeless.
Humiliating, shameful.
Yet—
Why...?
Why does my heart keep filling with joy...?
I'm starting to look forward to it...?
Her heart and womb tingle sharply without warning.
Thumping with anticipation.
Oblivious to Black Twilight's turmoil, the guards load them onto the designated bus when it arrives.
The bus carrying the two magical girls... no, the two aerial onahole toilets... slowly rolls out onto the road again...
This feels different from the Hypnosis Factory's common sense-altering hypnosis so far.
Back then, nothing seemed off; she'd accepted it all as "normal" without question.
But now.
With her true mind intact, she still anticipates this absurdity— even joys in it.
Before, hypnosis release brought her old self back.
Now, she can't even imagine what her "true self" was or should be.
Her core is changing.
The benchmark for "normal" is erasing from her mind.
Soon, she won't even remember who she used to be.
Scariest: losing all will to resist.
Eventually, she won't see the hypnotized state as "wrong."
Her soul's roots will enslave her to them, submitting eternally without hope.
Yet... even so.
Wouldn't that life be... not so bad?
She catches herself thinking that... I shouldn't... I can't...
This bus's passengers differ from the last.
They blindfold Black Twilight and Blue Sapphire, and for some reason manipulate their wrist cuffs freely, immobilizing them completely.
Positioned back-to-back in the bus's center with a slight gap, their cuffed hands are hooked onto the overhead swaying hand straps.
Fully helpless, the monster passengers break out their toys to torment them.
Costumes are on, but tops are yanked down exposing their breasts fully—no real cover.
Skirts stripped too, leaving the skimpy leotard crotches bare, pussies outlined perfectly.
"Aah, ah, aa...♡♡♡ Th-that's too much♡♡ The vibes♡♡ Ngh... E-easy...♡♡"
"Hiyaaaaah♡♡ Stop♡ P-please stop♡♡ No... mercy...♡♡"
Monster passengers press multiple electric massagers to their crotches, tormenting those pussies relentlessly.
Costumes flicked aside, asses stuffed with rotors or anal beads.
Black Twilight's plump tits milked by suction cups, drawing out milk.
Blue Sapphire's small nipples clamped with electrode clips, zapping periodically.
Blinded, assaulted from all sides by toys, the two flail helplessly.
Overwhelming pleasure turns to agony, but that agony stokes their masochism, birthing fresh ecstasy.
This absurd setup.
They could crush these monsters instantly with magic or reinforced bodies.
Yet they don't resist.
Magic use makes uteruses throb, and at instinctual levels... the "common sense" that "you mustn't defy males" binds them.
Powerless magical girls twitch hips and squirt as desired, utterly toyed with.
Monsters keep ravaging the unresisting pair, then press massagers to their lower bellies.
Kyaaaaah...
Hooohhh...
The intense vibrations hitting their hypersensitive uteruses draw shrill screams as Black Twilight and Blue Sapphire climax spectacularly.
From beneath the leotard crotches, twin gushes soak through and splatter down...