Factory Infiltration and the First Encounter (Alpha) (Part 1)
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Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch
Splurt splurt splurt splurt splurt splurt splurt
Ah... aaah... ang... huaang...
Kyaah... haaak... nngh...
Every time the Ten Manager thrusts his hips, the vulgar slap of flesh against Black Twilight's ass echoes endlessly, mingled with her own lewd moans spilling from her lips.
Black Twilight can't control herself at all right now. She has no restraint left.
"Magical girl, magical girl...! Perfect. Just perfect. This pussy tastes divine...! As expected from a magical girl pussy... it's truly...!"
Nngh... aaah... ang... hiiik...
The Ten Manager ravages and toys with her using his cock, all while marveling aloud in admiration.
Black Twilight's pussy lives up to his words—it's exquisite, the pinnacle of perfection.
Magical girls are born to be nothing more than innate sow pigs, pussy slaves, onaholes destined for cock service. And true to that nature, her depths offer pure, blissful pleasure to the invading shaft.
Whenever he grinds his penis deep into every nook and cranny of her pussy, her explosive reactions are utterly delicious.
A pussy so supremely tasty, yet so pathetically easy to play with. It stokes his sadistic urges. Drool trickles from the corner of his mouth.
The Ten Manager grabs one of her legs and hoists it up.
Her body tilts sideways, her face—which had been pressed toward the wall—now turns toward him.
Her full, plump breasts jiggle and sway into his view with every thrust.
He slams his hips upward. Each impact rings out louder than before—paang! paang!—the flesh smacking even more fiercely.
Black Twilight can only gasp endlessly at the shocks rippling from her groin to her depths and womb, overwhelmed by the heavy presence of the cock violating her pussy.
Her gaping mouth spews beastly pants, saliva drooling down like thick drool.
I'm so happy...
Black Twilight's insides brim with happiness. She can hardly believe how much joy this sex brings—pure ecstasy.
Every fuck she's known so far has overflowed with bliss and pleasure.
This time with the Ten Manager feels a bit rougher, more intense than before, but it still floods her with undeniable happiness.
Instinctively, she squeezes down on the cock buried inside her. No one taught her this, but she senses it will make him happier... and her even happier too.
Her pussy clenches tighter, more pleasurably around him, and his thrusts grow even more ferocious in response.
With the intent to wreck her pussy, he pounds his hips upward, stabbing deep into her with his cock.
Black Twilight's waist jerks wildly. She's climaxing again. This is already her third orgasm from his pounding—proof of her slutty body and pathetic pussy.
"I'm gonna cum now, magical girl...!! Gonna flood this worthless womb straight...!!"
The Ten Manager bellows, savoring her depths one last time with deep, grinding thrusts and twists.
Then, with a heavy thud! against her innermost walls.
He grinds the tip against her cervix... and unleashes thick ropes of cum—gulp gulp gulp.
"Nngho... ooh... oooh♡♡...!"
Thicker and more potent than human seed. Intense jets overwhelm pussy and womb.
It's potent Mech拉克 monster cum. Far thicker than a human's, the forceful spurts impossible to ignore. Black Twilight feels her pussy and womb thoroughly violated.
Huuuuh...!!
The creampie deep inside makes her body convulse again. Her flushed face twists into a shameless expression.
She cums again with the creampie. The intense climax leaves her mind blank.
She just wants this happiness to last forever... It feels so good... So full of bliss... Sex, sex is amazing...
* * *
After taking his creampie, Black Twilight cleans his cock with her mouth, finally completing all the required measurements.
"We'll custom-make lingerie and clothes to fit your body and send them over. They'll arrive tomorrow. Come back anytime you need more."
With that, the Ten Manager hands her some underwear she can wear right away.
It's beaded panties, with shiny pearls strung across her crotch.
She's never seen or worn anything like it. Mortifyingly embarrassing, but with no choice, she slips them on.
She wipes her freshly creampied pussy with tissue, then yanks the panties up tight.
The fit isn't bad, surprisingly, but the large beads press right against her slit and clit... Even slight movements grind them in, stimulating her unbearably.
"Not just panties—you'll need something for the top too. Here, let me fit you."
He pulls out a case.
Opening the lid reveals a transparent liquid sloshing inside, with something submerged.
It's heart-shaped stickers—more precisely, large heart-shaped nipple patches.
"Nipple patches soaked in a special aphrodisiac. Don't worry about adhesion; the backing is covered in invisible thorns and needles. Won't come off easily until time's up."
The Ten Manager dons thin rubber gloves and fishes out the soaked patch.
He has her lift and hold her heavy breasts from below, then carefully applies the patch over her nipples and areolae with precise, artisan hands.
His delicate touch truly befits a craftsman.
Feels weird... Nipples feel cool... no, hot...? Itchy too...
Black Twilight fidgets, bothered by the strange sensation from the heart patches.
She absentmindedly scratches over it with her fingertip—then zing! Pleasure surges from her nipples, making her bow her head with a jolt.
"That aphrodisiac is extremely potent and unique. Effects last almost permanently. ...You'll love it."
The Ten Manager grins gleefully at her.
The patches can be removed by evening, he says. Forcing them off now would tear skin thanks to the dense needles and thorns.
A bit scary, but she has what she needs. Mission accomplished.
...So why the faint unease? She can't place it.
Thus, Black Twilight dons her pants and t-shirt over the pearl panties and aphrodisiac nipple patches, then leaves the shop.
* * *
Finishing at the shop, Black Twilight heads straight to the Hypnosis Factory, skipping the dormitory.
The factory is closer than expected, and she arrives far earlier than planned.
Too leisurely, but better than late.
At the factory, she goes straight to the counter.
After ID verification via data scan, she's fitted with a blindfold and handcuffs again, led by a drum-shaped robot—just like before.
> Blindfold and restraints applied.
> Escort to guest waiting area initiated.
Arriving much earlier than her scheduled summons, she's directed not to the Factory Manager but to a guest lounge.
Blindfold and cuffs remain even inside. That paranoid about factory secrets.
Did I get here way too early...?
True introverts would rather wait than make others wait (not that they meet people often anyway).
Early is better than late, but this is excessive. About two hours until the appointed time.
After a moment's thought, Black Twilight mutters softly.
"Costume Change."
A quiet incantation, permitted only to magical girls.
The essential spell to unleash their true power.
Specifically, the command to transform into their signature costume.
Costume Change
『――――!』
A faint magical chime, audible only to living souls with spirit—not machines.
Her clothes dissolve into sparkling grains of light.
Her naked body exposed briefly.
The particles reconverge, wrapping her form into clothing.
They solidify into shape, the glow fading to reveal the change: form-fitting fabric from an unearthly material.
Mesh exposing risky cleavage, bare back—provocative, but far easier to move in.
The costume itself empowers her; energy surges stronger than before.
Beep beep beep—
[Anomalous reaction detected from guest. Anomalous reaction confirmed.]
[Status check and intervention commencing immediately.]
"...Sitting still feels off. Time to move."
Her restraints released, the monitoring robot beeps in alarm.
Black Twilight channels mana, extending her hand toward the machine.