#6 Magical Girl Hypnosis Factory, First Day (Black - Sexual Harassment Interview) (1)
“!?”
She bolts upright in bed.
Before her eyes looms an unfamiliar wall and ceiling, along with pristine white sheets.
Black glances around in confusion.
Where... is this?
What... happened...?
It feels like a hospital room... or maybe a partitioned infirmary.
The walls are painted stark white all around, and a fluttering white curtain blocks off the side.
What on earth happened? Why is she here?
She remembers having a terribly frightening dream, but the details won't come to mind.
“Awake already, Black?”
As she fumbles to recall in her panic, the curtain beside her suddenly swishes open, revealing someone.
It was Liliza.
“Ah, Sis...ter.”
Seeing Liliza's face brings back how she ended up here.
She came at Liliza's call, got the fake program implanted to counter enhanced surprise inspections...
“H-how many hours was I out?”
“Huh? About three days~.”
“Three days?!”
Good lord. No way.
Three days, she says, yet her body feels light and refreshed, like she'd only napped briefly.
Even one full day of sleep would leave her body sluggish and aching all over... Is it because she's a magical girl?
“Anyway, the surgery went off without a hitch. While you were out, we ran another check, and everything's fine for daily life and function. No need to worry.”
“...Y-yes...”
“That said, it's just fresh out of surgery, so you might feel a bit off for a while. ...If anything seems strange, it's just because you're not used to it yet.”
Liliza explains it all like that, preparing her for any potential aftereffects.
She emphasizes two or three times that any sense of strangeness is fine.
Just accept it if something feels off...
No... definitely.
Something... feels a bit off with my body...
Black realizes her body feels strangely buoyant. It's beyond just good condition.
Moreover, her whole body seems... a little more sensitive.
Under the covers, she's wearing the thin pants and T-shirt she arrived in instead of her costume, and beneath them, her nipples stand erect.
She can feel her stiff nipples rubbing against the lining of her underwear...
No side effects from the surgery... right? It's probably temporary. Liliza said so.
She said it'd fade with time and she'd get used to it soon enough. Should be fine.
“Sorry to drag you right after waking up, but come with me? Someone wants to meet you, Black.”
“Who?”
“The big boss here.”
Liliza says it plainly.
“The overseer of this factory—and this whole city.”
“The Factory Manager wants to see you.”
“Well done coming, Miss Black. Come on in.”
And so, guided by Liliza, Black soon arrives at the Factory Manager's office.
Passing through the automatically sliding mechanical door, a heavyset, balding middle-aged-looking man greets her.
Can't Mech拉克 body mods fix obesity? Or maybe it's just their aesthetics differ from Earth's. Maybe they don't even care about appearances in the first place. Forget aliens—plenty of humans are like that too.
Liliza says she'll wait outside.
So now, the room holds only Black and the Factory Manager.
Good lord. Alone with a total stranger—and he's the top dog of this factory, a big shot. How could she not be tense?
“Y-you wanted to s-see me, I-I heard...”
Black stammers awkwardly.
Smooth talk in a situation like this is a tall order for her.
But the Factory Manager doesn't seem to mind her fumbling.
“Good of you to come. Yes, I wanted to see you. You're intriguing in many ways. Heard you're an outstanding magical girl too.”
“Out-outstanding...? Me...? Th-thank you...”
“Anyway, business first.”
The Factory Manager extends a hand toward Black.
The low-reaching hand looks like it's asking for something—or reaching down from above to receive.
What is this?
“What are you doing? Stand still. Don't know how to shake hands?”
The Factory Manager prods her like she's clueless. Handshake, handshake... Ah!
“S-sorry!”
She remembers now. Why'd it take so long? It's basic etiquette.
Black grabs the Factory Manager's outstretched hand and shoves it straight into her pants.
As his hand enters her pants, Black involuntarily shivers.
The hand delves in and kneads her crotch beyond.
Over her panties, the Factory Manager gropes her pussy freely, savoring the feel like kneading dough.
“Eek... Nn...♡”
“Mm. Hypnosis status is good. Sensitivity mods turned out nice too. Not bad for a mediocre little cunt.”
Huh...? What'd he just say? Kinda didn't catch it... I think 'mediocre cunt' registered, though.
Not hard words, but somehow she can't quite grasp it. Why?
Black endures the 'handshake' with the Factory Manager like that for a while.
It keeps tickling with weird sensations, but timid shut-in Black doesn't refuse, just bears it as he does whatever.
The Factory Manager enjoys the warm heat of her crotch under her pants for a good while before finally withdrawing his hand.
“You can tell a person's breeding from how they shake hands properly. On that front, you're excellent. You'll make a fine hypnosis doll with real talent. I guarantee it.”
“Ah... Th-thank you.”
Strangely, heat rises through her body.
Just a simple greeting, a handshake anyone does—why does it feel so odd?
She doesn't know...
And that strange, disconcerting sensation...
Is this... what Liliza mentioned...?
Don't think about it... She said any discomfort is okay...
“First off, I'm Moku, this factory's manager. Liliza, who handled your surgery, was my junior, but now we're master and servant. You know?”
“Y-yes... I heard directly... She said she really admires you, Factory Manager...”
“She said that? Heh, I see. That'll do for my intro. Now, your turn—self-introduction?”
—So far, nothing too weird.
This is a factory city, a hypnosis city. Meeting the top overseer had Black worried on multiple fronts.
She'd imagined pervy demands, instant sexual harassment, or even getting jumped.
Relieved it's not that bad—though with a twinge of something like regret—Black stammers into her intro.
Name... well, magical girl name is Black Twilight, age 22, hobbies—
She rarely meets new people, let alone does college MTs, so even a simple self-intro tenses her up big time.
Still, she musters the courage and pushes through the stuttering when suddenly Moku claps—clap!—cutting her off.
“No, no, magical girl. That's not how it's done.”
“Self-intros with clothes on? Unacceptable. You do them naked—that's common sense, isn't it? Who knew you'd lack such basic manners.”
At first, she blanks on what he means.
But then it hits her as fact, and her face burns crimson.
Why didn't she remember sooner...?
“S-sorry...!”
Black apologizes in a rush and reaches to strip right there.
Self-reproach floods her mind. How could she forget basic etiquette? Too long alone, forgetting the basics? She stayed solo to avoid this shame... Anyway.
Shh... shh... plop.
She hurriedly sheds her shirt up top, pants below.
Black is down to just her dark gray underwear in moments.
Only undies left.
But before removing them, that same discomfort surges again, halting her hand.
“Hm? What's wrong? Hand stopped.”
“Ah... N-no, just... a bit embarrassed...”
“I see. Shy, huh. Makes sense, baring yourself to a stranger.”
The Factory Manager nods like he gets it completely.