#10 Magical Girl and Sexual Harassment Measurements (Black - Hypnotic Body Scan) (1)
During morning roll call, after receiving the manager's help for a deep creampie, Black heads to the cafeteria, semen dripping from her pussy.
The dormitory provides breakfast on-site—you can eat out for lunch and dinner, but skipping morning meals is absolutely forbidden.
They really take good care of our health, she thinks.
But for Black, who prefers solo meals, eating in a crowded cafeteria—where people might even share tables or sit face-to-face—is a bit worrying.
She's worried, but there's no choice.
If that's the rule here, she has to follow it.
Summon Alert
Today by ■■:■■, report to ■ Factory. Submit your provided ID number at the counter for guidance.
Breakfast feels a bit unusual, but she finishes without incident.
Back in her room after eating, a summon alert pops up on the personal computer provided by the factory.
The personal computer operates via an implanted chip, projecting a hologram screen into the air anywhere, anytime, for running various programs.
It's like a smartphone or computer you can use wherever.
Incredibly convenient. She wonders how many decades it would take Earth tech to replicate this.
As a hardcore hikikomori, Black wants to hole up in her room and roll around all day today too, but it looks like that's not happening.
Annoying, but no choice. To help Cookie and Er, to successfully complete her infiltration here, she has to diligently do everything required.
"But...."
She needs to go to the factory, but realizing she has no underwear to wear is a problem. Not that she has no clothes at all—just no undies.
To add, since meeting the Factory Manager yesterday, Black has been perpetually braless and panty-less.
She was like that during last night's meeting and even while sleeping.
Her luggage transferred to the dorm contained no underwear either, as per the Factory Manager's orders—she'd thrown it all away. None met his standards.
She must wear underwear compliant with this city's rules, or she's not allowed to wear any at all.
No helping it.
The Factory Manager mentioned yesterday that there's a factory-direct underwear shop where she can get custom-made or buy some.
Plenty of time before the designated factory visit, so she can head there and shop in the meantime.
Haa... to an underwear store... in person....
The thought alone draws a sigh.
An underwear shop. Clothing stores in general. The natural enemy of an asocial loner. Can't they just do online delivery?
For a true asocial nerd hikikomori like Black, this is a massive hurdle. Not easy.
But no choice. If she's scared of the shop and the staff, she'll live panty-less forever.
That's not okay. Can't have that.
And so, Black's morning schedule is set.
"This is…."
And that's how it happens.
Black now stands in front of the clothing store the Factory Manager recommended.
She's wearing just a long t-shirt reaching her thighs, fidgeting awkwardly with the hem to ensure her pussy and ass don't peek out.
Nothing underneath—not even a bra or panties—in this embarrassing state.
A slightly strong gust of wind, and she'd be putting on a full nude strip show right in the middle of the street.
She was stark naked during morning roll call anyway, and yesterday she wandered bottomless.
Yet paradoxically, clothed now, she feels even more ashamed.
But Black doesn't notice anything odd about that.
"G-Go... in... Hoo... Let's go in...!"
Black takes a deep breath, steels herself anew, and steps into the clothing store.
She's surprised right away.
The interior differs from what she imagined.
Instead of a normal shop like she pictured, it's a closed-off space feeling like a club.
Dim lighting spotlights a few displayed outfits, and there aren't many.
No racks lined with sizes of clothes like usual.
She hasn't been to a clothing store in years anyway, so she figures this must be how modern shops are.
But as Black approaches, something suddenly projects from the nearby wall, startling her into stepping back.
The entire wall becomes a screen displaying a catalog of countless outfits.
Mostly high-exposure lewd ones, but plenty of cute-looking clothes too.
She touches one entry, and suddenly the catalog outfit overlays her body like she's wearing it.
Precisely, a hologram draped over her form.
"Whoa...."
Black looks down at herself in the holographic clothes.
She moves lightly, and the hologram moves perfectly in sync. Indistinguishable from real fabric.
Impossible to dismiss as mere footage.
Amazing, future tech.
Amazing, Mech拉克.
That aside….
She checks the catalog again.
As she saw before, yep.
...So many lewd clothes.
Nine out of ten are erotic. Half the remaining are innocent-looking but hide special gimmicks in the details. The other half are blatantly lewd with bizarre gimmicks, catering to extreme tastes.
This is a dedicated clothing store?
A shop handling only these?
Ah, maybe Mech拉克 sensibilities differ from Earth's.
Different cultures mean different fashion, sure... but the Mech拉克 she sees daily wear pretty normal stuff... so why here....
"Customer, a new face. First time visiting today?"
"Ah…."
To Black, who clearly looks out of place, what seems to be a store clerk—or manager—approaches.
He's an old man whose withered frame clashes with the youthful shop vibe.
His strangely curved inward mustache gives an artistic vibe, perhaps….
"Um, that is… clothes… a bit."
"May I ask if you're a new recruit from the factory?"
He sees right through her intent.
Black nods vigorously.
"I see. You're Black Twilight? The Factory Manager contacted me directly."
"Ah, yes…."
Directly? Contacted?
As Black looks puzzled, the old clerk explains.
Yesterday, the Factory Manager didn't just request clothes—he also asked for her body measurements.
Come to think of it, yes, he did say he'd entrust the body measurements to a professional.
Is this guy that pro…?
"I'm Ribe, the manager here. Over 30 years as a veteran crafting and selling outfits and tools suited for slave bitches. Please trust my sense fully, miss. I'll adorn you to be even more delectable."
"Ah, yes… please take care of it."
...Delectable?
Something feels off, but Black nods anyway….
Black follows Manager Ribe to the back of the store.
A space for body measurements—not very large, furnished with a sofa, bed, and tons of sex toys.
Dim lighting too.
Blending with the front area she just saw, it feels like a club bedroom.
Ribe heads to a table in the corner, fiddling with some tools to prepare.
She expected cutting-edge Mech拉克 gear for measurements, but these look quite analog.
Come to think, pros sometimes insist on analog methods.
Machines can glitch unpredictably, so better to confirm with your own eyes and handle it surely... something like artisan spirit, she's heard.
Either way, irrelevant to Black. As long as the measurements are accurate.
"Well then, first, take off that outfit. Let's start measuring right away."
"Ah… um, the measurements… you do them personally, Manager? No female assistant or…."
"Strange, isn't it? This is a cock shop—why fuss over that?"
"Eh? C-Cock shop…? Eh? What?"
Black panics at the vulgar word choice.
Sighing at her confusion, the manager switches tone and commands her.
"In this place, I am the rule, and my orders are absolute. Now strip that off and bare your vulgar body, you sow."
"Yes, understood!!"
Black responds reflexively, hurriedly stripping off her t-shirt and pants to stand naked.