Factory Exploration and First Encounter (Alpha) (Part 2)
'Made it out safely.'
Black, having just left the waiting room moments ago, cautiously makes her way deeper into the factory.
She'd tricked the robot that had been eyeing her in the waiting room using her magic, avoiding any major commotion.
Black specialized in stealth magic and spells that deceived and misled her enemies.
Her raw destructive power as a solo fighter wasn't anything to brag about, but her Invisibility was on a level that even evaded tracking by Cookie, a fairy.
It worked on machines too, which was how she'd managed to stay hidden indefinitely during the Mech拉克's thorough searches outside the city.
That said, casting such intricate spells was exhausting, so she preferred not to if she could help it...
'Alright, then.'
She still had a couple of hours until her designated pickup time.
Just sitting around waiting would be boring.
And more importantly, this was a chance to gather info that might help Cookie or Er.
At the very least, to repay a fraction of the expectations Cookie had placed in her.
'They're hiding the facility's interior behind all these layers of security.'
'There must be something here we're not supposed to see.'
'...Let's investigate.'
With that, Black's infiltration and reconnaissance of the factory began.
She presses onward through the factory.
Black has no idea of the factory's layout. Even so, her footsteps never falter.
'Head for the innermost area first.'
'Anything shady is always deep inside, right? Total cliché.'
Call it a novelist's intuition.
Time isn't infinite. In this short window, she needs to find something crucial—ideally a weakness or vulnerability.
'Man.'
'It's dark.'
The factory's interior is a maze of dim, drab spaces that give off a thoroughly oppressive vibe.
Considering what goes on here, it's a perfect fit for the atmosphere.
Kyaaah... haaah...
Hnng... ah...
As she moves down the corridors, she occasionally passes rooms from which feminine moans emanate.
Peeking through the doors reveals the inevitable: naked women being violated in every conceivable way.
One woman is restrained by machinery, a helmet clamped over her head as her mind is rewired. Another is slathered in sticky slime—tentacles, maybe?—that gropes and ravages her entire body. Yet others are passed around like toys among burly monster beast tamers under the guise of "training," getting fucked from every angle.
Some are magical girls, others aren't. She can't tell if they're all Earth women, but there are definitely non-humans who look intelligent mixed in.
'Just as expected from the Hypnosis Factory....'
It's exactly the scene she'd imagined from the name. No—worse than she'd pictured.
To ordinary sensibilities, it might provoke disgust or rage, but Black watches with curiosity and intrigue rather than anger.
As Cookie once mentioned, she's an erotic novelist—half hobby, half serious passion.
So scenes like this? Yeah, file 'em away for material someday~
Besides, she can't muster much outrage when most of those women look so blissfully happy.
The ones getting gangbanged by monsters wear ecstatic grins. The magical girl swarmed by slime and tentacles sheds tears of joy, clinging to them desperately.
Does it really feel that good?
She gulps involuntarily.
Before she knows it, Black's thighs are rubbing together cautiously, her hand unconsciously drifting to her crotch for a furtive touch.
Her body, clad in the magical girl suit, feels feverishly hot. Her pussy itches unbearably. In fact, it's already slick and soaking.
The pearl panties still hugging her post-transformation—thanks to the hypnosis program—grind against her slit with every step, stirring up strange sensations.
Even through the aphrodisiac patches on her nipples inside the suit, her drug-soaked buds tingle and throb.
...Ugh. This is... getting distracting...
Black stumbles onward through the factory with awkward, suspicious gait.
No matter her state, she intends to keep investigating...
Deeper, deeper. Ever deeper.
Black delves further into the heart of the facility.
She encounters secure passages requiring special clearance, but cloaked in her magic, she waits for patrols to pass or pickpockets a researcher's keycard to proceed.
Restricted access means something important lies beyond. No reason to hesitate.
Yet after passing multiple checkpoints and descending into even deeper underground levels, Black finds herself disappointed by the lack of real gains.
Sure, there are impressive-looking machines and equipment, but so what?
Unfortunately, she lacks the eye or knowledge to discern what's vital or how it functions.
Even if she stumbled on a critical weakness, she'd have no clue why it mattered or how to exploit it.
In the end, her "recon" devolves into sightseeing.
Oh, what's that? Cool. Hey, what's this? Whoa, it's huge.
...Just oohing and aahing at the surroundings.
It doesn't take long for the novelty to wear off. Without understanding their purpose, it's no fun.
Figuring further searching is pointless, she considers pocketing the stolen keycard as a souvenir and turning back—when she realizes the problem.
'W-where... did I come from?'
Black's face drains of color in an instant.
In her enthusiasm to poke around, she'd lost track of her path completely.
Oh god, no. This can't happen.
She spins around frantically, trying to retrace her steps.
But the facility sprawls ever wider and more labyrinthine the deeper you go.
She's descended pretty far, and the layout here isn't something you memorize at a glance.
No maps on the walls either. Oh god, how do I get out?
'If I miss the designated pickup time like this...'
'Worse, if my mana runs out before I escape and the spell drops...!'
The thought makes her even more frantic.
Getting caught here without her magic would be the end. They'd grill her: How'd you get here? How'd you evade the guard bots with magic? What were you doing?
Not even Liliza or Er could bail her out.
She'd be interrogated, her head shoved into a hypnosis machine, and turned into an experimental subject or cocksleeve like those other women—spending her life in blissful slavery... Ahhh...!!
"I-I need to find the way back, quick..."
Black hurries through the nearby corridors in a panic.
But the more anxious she gets, the narrower her focus, the deeper she plunges into the maze.
This looks familiar. No, new path? Maybe that way? Never seen that either. Where the hell am I? What floor? Aaah, aaah, how do I get back...!
"Hey, what are you doing lurking around there?"
The clear soprano voice startles Black, freezing her in place.
It comes from a room off the corridor she's passing.
A woman peeks out, head only, staring right at Black.
'W-what...? My magic...?!'
Panicking, Black checks herself over.
When did the spell drop? Is she fully visible now?
But no—the silvery veil still cloaks her form.
"Don't worry, your magic's fine. I'm a magical girl too. And as a sniper, I've got special eyes."
The magical girl from the doorway explains, glances around quickly, then grabs Black's arm and yanks her inside.
Black doesn't resist, letting herself be pulled into the room.
The room she's dragged into is clean but stark and barren.
Just a bed and minimal furniture—more prison cell than bedroom. The cheerful wallpaper softens the claustrophobia somewhat, but the sturdy door screams "jail."
"How'd you get here? Doesn't look like you were dragged in. Sneaking past without detection? That's some impressive stealth magic."
The woman who pulled her in sounds genuinely impressed.
She's striking, with shimmering golden blonde hair and gleaming golden eyes—glamorous yet warm.
Her outfit evokes a maid or waitress, but it's unmistakably her magical girl costume. Magical girls recognize their own.
Her mature air leaves Black stammering and frozen.
Socially awkward, true introvert hikikomori types like her wilt around grown-ups like this.
(And the handful of people she can deal with? Rare exceptions. Most everyone else feels awkward.)
"Oh, keeping you standing is rude. Sit here. Only one chair, sorry."
"Even locked up like this, the treatment's not bad. Want tea? Coffee? I'll whip up something delicious right away."
Ignoring—or perhaps sensing—Black's discomfort, the blonde presses on with a smile.
She drags over the chair, seats Black, pours a steaming cup of fragrant coffee before she can even answer, then plops onto the bed herself.
Clearly delighted by this new magical girl face, she beams and introduces herself.
"I'm the magical girl Alpha. Just call me Alpha. Nice to meet you."