Gaslighting Brainwashing: Black's Blind Devotion (Part 2)
The guard chief is a good man.
The guard chief is a good man.
The guard chief is a good man.
He is someone trustworthy, the only ally in this city full of enemies... no, the only monster on her side.
So it's only natural to answer his questions.
After all, he's on Black's side.
No need to hide any information from him, no chance he'll misuse what she shares.
And she, in turn, has a duty to do everything she can for him.
Because he's a good monster.
Because he's her one and only ally.
If she doesn't flatter him, act cute, and cling to him... if she slips up and he loses interest in her someday, discarding her like trash.
Then Black is done for.
She'd be left all alone.
She hates that.
She can't let that happen.
So, so...
She has to do her absolute best to please this guard chief...!
"I see. So outside, you wrote what they call erotic fiction... sensual novels, right? And you still want to keep writing them?"
"...Yes. My experiences in this city have been so helpful... I've got tons of ideas... piling up."
"Impressive. I get it. So, does that mean you have more tolerance for lewd stuff than I thought? Straight up—do you like naughty things?"
"I like them... but not as fiction... experiencing them for real in reality is... embarrassing."
"I see, I see. That makes sense. I understand."
A relaxed tea time.
The steaming hot coffee and sweet treats loosen Black's mind and the atmosphere in every way.
Questions fly at her in this relaxed state, and Black answers naturally, without hiding a thing.
From basic personal details to sexual preferences, masturbation habits, ideal positions, and fetishes—she spills it all without omission.
Even her desire to keep her erotic novel writing hidden gets pried out by the guard chief's clever questions.
It's nothing like the forced responses from hypnosis.
His questions and conversation are concise yet piercing every topic, drawing out even the tiniest details from Black.
Once even trivial things like the number of shoes at home or her favorite clothing colors slip out, Black feels as exposed as if she's baring her naked pussy despite wearing clothes.
To that extent, he cunningly extracts everything about her.
And after hearing it all, the guard chief looks as impassive as before.
He just nods along to her special tastes, accepting them generously without a word.
Black finds this deeply moving.
He understands and accepts even these tastes of hers...!
She considers them a bit perverse herself, yet he affirms them so readily—it's unbelievably happy.
What understanding? She's just a born sow pervert slut.
While the guard chief nods sympathetically, enough to make Black ecstatic, his true thoughts are the polar opposite of his words.
He wears a kind smile, but his eyes don't laugh—coldly... or burning with desire, they fix on Black.
A gaze anyone with a shred of perception would notice, but Black, her awareness dulled by the hypnosis program, misses it entirely.
Call it love goggles, perhaps.
Though it's less romantic love and more relief and dependency toward an affirming comrade...
Man, she's ridiculously easy.
Even setting aside the brain mods and hypnosis program... she's too damn pliable.
Won't even take three days to mold her exactly how I want.
Benel Guard Chief.
Benel surveys Black's dazed, entranced eyes as she answers, finishing his mental calculations.
Among the Mech拉克, Benel holds a uniquely special position.
What's special? He's not a scientist, researcher, or soldier—he's a mentalist.
Mentalists are akin to psychologists, reading emotions and wills, intervening through counseling.
In Mech拉克, where over 80% are soldiers and warriors, they handle morale maintenance and post-battle mental care—vital roles.
But Benel differs from those handling regular troops.
His field is different, and most crucially, so are his tastes and hobbies.
A mentalist's hobby for him: dominating and manipulating minds.
His psychological manipulations push limits, often irreparably breaking subjects—and he views those ruined experiments as his personal medals.
He harbors a dark desire to control others.
He derives immense pleasure from bending them to his will.
Exploiting weaknesses, amplifying them, toying with them this way and that, leading to ruin... that's his depraved craving, his firm fetish.
In the past, he indulged on regular soldiers and space POWs, but got caught and hauled before military court.
Lucky for him, a scientist took notice, borrowing his knowledge for the Hypnosis Factory to dominate magical girls.
For that merit, he gained authority over this Training Facility, housing problem magical girls beyond mass-produced hypnosis.
In essence, this 'facility' exists for him.
It's his toybox; the troublesome inmate magical girls, perfect playthings.
The sadistic curricula Black and Blue Sapphire endured? Mostly his designs.
I lent my knowledge, but mass-produced factory hypnosis is still unsatisfying.
Hypnosis and brainwashing should be more elegant, romantic.
With prime material like magical girls, they just make slave vending machines... such a waste.
He understands the necessity.
His ideal hypnosis demands too much time, effort, manpower.
Few match his expertise, and risks skyrocket.
So this setup suits perfectly.
Experiment on factory rejects, play till bored, discard, seek new toys.
With this authority and lifestyle, he's content.
"...Benel Guard Chief? Are you okay?"
"Ah, sorry. Got lost in thought. Where were we?"
"You said you and Moku Factory Manager are brothers. You do look alike... body type and such..."
"Right. Yeah. I'm that bastard Moku's older brother. Research family—we both became researchers, but different fields—"
Black listens eagerly to Benel Guard Chief's tale.
Dull chit-chat, yet she acts enthralled.
Her trust and fondness overflow; she'd hang on his every word.
Even his dinner menu from last night—she'd devour it raptly.
Easy as pie when you control affinity.
But he wants more than mild favor.
Not lukewarm rapport-building.
Alright then.
How shall I toy with her next...?
Prep work's done.
Next: rollercoaster psychological manipulation—uplift, crash, repeat.
Amid endless ideas swirling in his mind, Benel licks his lips lightly.
Benel Guard Chief is truly a good man.
All monsters she's met just whip out their cocks and thrust away—scum.
Compared, Benel demands sex but with gentlemanly flair—a thousand times better.
He's trustworthy; his words are absolute.
Still, can't forget the truly important thing.
She believes this trust isn't hypnosis-induced.
Proof: she's still plotting to deceive him and escape at the deadline promised with Dane.
She hasn't forgotten the vital; she'll betray him if needed.
So this trust is genuine, Black convinces herself—not fake from hypnosis.
So, so—
Slurp... glrk... mmph...
Schlurp... schlurp... gluck...
"Oh yeah, that's good. Feels amazing, magical girl. What a perfect cocksucker mouth."
So this too.
Kneeling at his feet, sucking his cock—purely her own will.
Baring her tits for his viewing pleasure—her choice.
Savoring his impressive shaft in her mouth, waves of indescribable bliss—because she's a natural pervert.
Ahh, so joyful.
Serving Guard Chief makes her too happy to bear...