Brace Yourself, Villain! I'll Subdue You with My Pussy! (Er - Hypnosis Persuasion Sex) (1)
This city is a fucking shithole.
A bit crude, perhaps, but no better word fit the bill.
5th Factory City.
Also known as the Plan Hypnosis City, this place lives up to its name as a facility for turning captured Magical Girls into hypnotized slave dolls.
The entire city is structured for mass-producing these hypnosis slaves, and the residents are bound by special rules unique to this locale.
For instance, they must cooperate in training Magical Girls, avoid touching unpermitted ones, and never monopolize them... rules like that.
It's all to protect the Magical Girls and prevent any mishaps from messing up their "productization" during hypnosis modification... but damn, it's a hassle.
Even if you spot a Magical Girl you like, you can't keep her to yourself. A quick fling is fine, but anything more requires jumping through hoops for permission. The dos and don'ts are so rigidly divided that nitpicking them constantly leaves you frustrated more often than not.
Compare that to other cities—especially Central City, home to the Mech拉克 nobility—where no such rules apply, and the difference stings even more.
Plus, the Magical Girls brought here are raw, untouched ones yet to undergo full hypnosis modification, so they're dangerous as hell.
Roughly once a week, an improperly hypnotized Magical Girl goes berserk in the city.
These incidents usually kill at least five soldiers, underscoring the peril.
Given the risks, most residents are bottom-tier grunts—disposable pawns who don't matter if they die during some botched hypnosis experiment.
Naturally, no big shots visit.
In short, it's a dead-end post, far from any path to promotion.
Weg Vice Commander lives here and hates it with a passion.
He knows folks stationed in Central City thanks to his position and chats with them often, swallowing envy with every tale of their lives.
From what he's heard, life in Central City is paradise.
Safe streets lined with perfectly hypnotized Magical Girl slaves who've passed all inspections. Not just them—Earth women and slaves from other worlds abound, so pussy's always plentiful.
As a city for elites, the provided slave bitches are all top-grade A-class.
No bullshit "special rules" or "hypnosis curriculums" to worry about.
Every facility outshines this dump's ramshackle temp buildings—lavish, luxurious, and legal. Shops and goods banned here for various reasons thrive openly there (illegally, sure, but who cares?).
His boss is practically glued to Central City on "business trips," which only fuels the rage.
—Weg Vice Commander despises this city.
The grunts, meanwhile, are mostly thrilled with life here.
High-rank Magical Girls or well-trained slave cunts? Rare as hell for them.
Regular Earth bitches can be hypnotized and bred easily enough, but Magical Girls are limited in number and a pain to process.
That's why they end up as elite property, leaving mid-to-low-tier monsters like them lucky to even glimpse one.
For these losers, the policy of fucking fresh, mid-training Magical Girls is a dream come true.
Most residents volunteered for this post.
They know a rampaging Magical Girl could end them any day, but it's their only shot at Magical Girl pussy in their pathetic lives.
Fair enough for worthless scum.
But not for Weg Vice Commander.
He's way above those pathetic soldiers.
He deserves perks.
Not nobility, true, but his rank should land him a slice of Central City life. No way he's content here.
Bottom-feeders slurping mud might drool over this system's scraps, but someone who's tasted heavenly nectar? No chance.
Sure, he gets dedicated slave cunts and first dibs on fresh factory prototypes, but it's nowhere near enough to quench his thirst.
He hates this city.
He can't accept his lot.
He dreams of escape.
Nothing here pleases him.
Then...
She appeared—out of nowhere, one day.
"Damn, I'm late."
Night had fallen deep.
He'd planned to knock off early after morning duties, take the afternoon off, and crash.
But a sudden emergency piled on with back-to-back meetings from other cities... leaving him stuck till now.
Fucking infuriating.
'Bunch of incompetents, as always.'
Issues with the Magical Girl United Front, some Magical Girl's rampage and sit-in... shit like that.
They handled their mess and nabbed the culprit, but those idiots can't even manage their own turf.
Pathetic—enough to bring tears.
And it delayed his quitting time. Utter bullshit.
'Should've called that bitch to the office... have her suck me off while I work... nah, couldn't focus anyway...'
Lately, he dragged "that woman" everywhere.
Workdays, casual strolls... and nights at his mansion, of course.
He'd sunk deeper into obsession, letting work pile up.
Today's backlog explosion was part of it.
Anyway, half a day apart from his constant clingy "her" felt refreshingly novel.
But now he needed to rush home, see her, talk to her, touch her, fuck her brains out.
Like newlyweds, maybe? Who knew quitting time could feel this thrilling...
Mulling fun ways to ravage her tonight, he realized his car had pulled into the mansion driveway.
AI auto-parked it, and he strode into his sprawling estate.
Front door open, inside.
Dimly lit hallway, deeper in.
Where was she?
He'd given her free rein at home.
Even walks, with permission—but timed for his return.
'Heh, bet she's in her room, lonely, fingering herself silly by now.'
Grinning, light steps into the living room.
Then—
Whoosh!
"Guh...?"
Thud!
One second stepping in, the next—yanked by the collar, slammed to the floor.
A sharp sword of light hovered at his throat.
Its owner? Obvious.
"Urk...! Er... what the—"
"Finally back? I was dying waiting."
Snow-white hair, golden eyes, skin-tight Magical Girl suit.
Magical Girl Er.
Active as Pure White, she'd plagued Weg Vice Commander and the city, plotting bigger chaos... until caught, exposed, and broken.
Fully re-hypnotized, now his obedient personal slave.
But here she was, fire rekindled, blade to his neck.
Several more light swords floated around her, tips trained on him.
One wrong move, and she'd shred him—her intent screamed it.
Post-rehypnosis, she shouldn't be able to attack him...
"Er? What the hell? Cut the joke. Not funny."
"Joke? Does this look like a joke?"
Her blade trembled with rage.
Her fury shut him up.
"You've toyed with me long enough—ends today!"
"Release my comrades you captured... Cookie, Liliza, Black Twilight—all of them!"
She declared it with fierce resolve.
With that, Er tossed her light sword—not at him, into empty air.
It shattered into particles, vanishing.
The floating blades dispersed too.
Standing over his prone form, she spread her legs, hands behind her head, striking a vulgar pose.
"Today, I'll 'persuade' you with my pussy and sex service! So brace yourself, villain!"
"...Ah, jeez. When a Magical Girl gets serious, it's scary as hell."
Even as he said it, Weg Vice Commander couldn't stifle his chuckles.
She menaced fiercely, yet his relaxed smirk made her shoot him a puzzled look...