The Magical Girl's Soul Submits [Stage 1]

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#2-46 The Magical Girl's Soul Submits [Stage 1] (Black - Submission Gaslighting Brainwashing) (1)

A prickling malice stings her skin.

Black, strolling through ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the Facility as if on a leisurely walk guided by the Guard Chief, senses the stares directed at her and grows uneasy.

She's always been sensitive to others' gazes, and as a magical girl with an intensely negative personality to begin with, she has a bad habit of imagining the worst whenever she faces someone.

For such a Black, the magical girls ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠inside the Facility now shower her with all sorts of looks and attention... It was utterly unbearable.

"Hmm? Why not walk a bit slower?"

"S-Sorry...!"

"Heh heh, what's the rush? It's a walk, so let's take it easy and enjoy it."

Benei Guard Chief pulls at his plump cheeks, flashing a friendly smile.

But his eyes are tinged more with陰湿 malice than amusement. Still, Black—whose perception of him is thoroughly distorted—doesn't notice a thing.

To her right now, the Guard Chief is nothing but a trustworthy figure, someone she absolutely must not incur the wrath of.

"Ah, I see. Are the other magical girls' stares making you uncomfortable? If so, shall I help?"

With those words, he pulls out a thick cloth as if prepared in advance and blindfolds Black's eyes.

Her vision blocked, Black's steps grow unsteady. She clings tightly to the Guard Chief beside her, pressing even closer.

He casually reaches out, groping her ass as they proceed, while whispering the surrounding scenery into her ear in her stead.

"That magical girl over there is staring at our Black, huh? She must be full of resentment. Makes sense—after all, she's watching you get stuffed full of a dildo by the Guard Chief, and she hasn't gotten off even once?"

"The one in that tentacle room is glaring right through you too. Can't blame her. In that horrific tentacle swamp, she should've cum dozens of times by now... right?"

"Over there, and there, that magical girl too—all eyeing us... Oh, did you hear that? The one we just passed clicked her tongue loud enough for us to notice. Oh dear, our poor Black. Even her fellow magical girl comrades reject her like this...! She's ended up in such a pitiful state, with no one to help her but me...."

Black walks beside him, head bowed like a criminal, while the Guard Chief kneads her ass and narrates unnecessarily.

At this point, the blindfold serves no purpose.

Moreover, his descriptions are exaggerated or distorted compared to the actual scenes—sometimes entirely fabricated.

And those exaggerations seem quite effective. Black looks far more disheveled now than before her vision was blocked.

In the darkness behind the blindfold, her delusions spawn imaginary magical girls swarming around her.

Those phantoms point accusingly, mock, curse, glare, or openly tsk at ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her, hounding Black relentlessly.

Trashy slut, sow, undisciplined lowly bitch...

A torrent of insults explodes in her imagination, fabricating ten, a hundred times more abuse than she actually receives....

Ah, what do I do?

In this situation... when I'm so sorry to everyone...

—Even in this, Black feels pleasure.

She shouldn't like situations like this.

Causing trouble for others and drawing attention is the last thing Black wants.

Yet amid it all, as the variety and volume of abuse in her delusions swell... Black unmistakably feels ecstasy.

Her pussy tingles, her lower belly heats up, her nipples stiffen sharply.

Whether the Guard Chief notices is unknown, but just moments ago, she shuddered and came lightly while walking with him....

Hii, hii... Everyone else can't cum because of me...

And here I am, drawing their stares... their envy and jealousy... cumming so pathetically just from that...

I'm... such a disgrace...♡

After patrolling the Facility's interior like a pilgrimage, Black and the Guard Chief return to his office, their starting point.

The moment they arrive and are alone, Black drops to her knees before him, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bowing her head deeply.

She had removed her magical girl costume suit during the walk, folding it neatly beside her—leaving her stark naked.

A so-called naked dogeza.

"Hmm? I didn't order anything like this, you know?"

"...I don't know... I just feel like I have to do this... Please accept my bow...!"

Even Black doesn't fully understand her own feelings.

But somehow, she can't hold back the urge to prostrate herself like this.

Her mouth itches to beg and submit to the Guard Chief.

Of course, it's because he's led her to this point.

Black herself remains utterly oblivious to the cause....

Deep in her heart, the desire to submit to me is bubbling up uncontrollably.

Heh heh, it can't be helped. Now, she has no one to rely on but me.

Everyone around her is an enemy.

The fellow magical girl inmates she once saw as comrades in the same plight have all become foes who despise Black.

Some truly hate her that much, while half couldn't care less about her... But the effect lingers from when he deliberately blindfolded her and exaggerated wildly.

Regardless of reality, to Black, every magical girl here is now a savage enemy snarling to tear her apart.

And the guards? He's made her see them as lowly perverts fixated on ravaging her body again. So they can't be her allies either.

In that scenario, he's conditioned her to feel comfort only with him—the Guard Chief himself.

He's different from the other perverted monsters; a true gentleman, polite and refined.

Her one reliable ally in a pinch.

...There were many more intricate, delicate steps besides, but they're technical matters, so I'll skip them.

As a result, Black now submits deeply to the Guard Chief from the heart.

To the point where she strips voluntarily, bows in apology.

Her gaze and speech toward him grow ever more servile.

It's obvious she's desperate to win his favor, hanging on his every word.

This alone makes her a prime specimen of a dependency slave. But to him, it's barely 20% of the full process.

Once I hit about 50%, she'll go beyond dogeza to crawling over and licking my feet on her own.

If I spit, she'll come begging to catch it in her mouth.

...Can't wait. A magical girl fallen that low...

"Haa... haa... Guard Chief... Guard Chief..."

Still bowed before him, twitching her hips, Black cautiously lifts her head.

Her face is flushed red, her eyes tinged with anxiety.

"What's wrong? Speak."

"Um... that is... may I... masturbate...?"

Masturbation is fine anytime; he's never forbidden it.

But Black, already relying on him deep down, naturally seeks his permission without orders.

I said 20% earlier, but seeing this, it's more like 25%.

The brainwashing is progressing faster than expected.

"Heh heh. The other magical girls can't cum because of you... and you want to masturbate and cum on top of that?"

"Ah, uh... that's..."

Black seems aware of how brazen she sounds, fumbling awkwardly with a troubled face.

Yet she peeks at his expression cautiously before speaking.

"B-But... I know everyone's suffering... struggling because of me..."

"Every time I think they'll hate me... every time I imagine them cursing me viciously..."

"It just... gets hotter and hotter down there... I can't hold back...!"

"If I don't cum right now... I won't make it...!!"

The Guard Chief chuckles heartily at Black's frantic plea, clearly delighted.

Once he grants permission amid the laughter, Black hurriedly assumes position before him... and begins masturbating in a way fully visible to him.

Again, without any command.

Like a pet showing off achievements to its owner, Black displays every move, every lewd contortion... all for the Guard Chief.

This masturbation wouldn't feel good alone anyway. Only in front of Guard Chief will it satisfy me—that's what she tells herself....