Chapter 29
"Ahaha, ahahahahaha!! I got lost... and ended up all the way here... ahahaha!!"
Magical Girl Alpha.
The beautiful woman with her sparkling blonde hair, glamorous figure, and slender waist that accentuates it all has been cackling nonstop ever since Black explained her whole predicament.
Black finds it utterly pathetic herself, so she just squats beside Alpha, pouting with her lips pursed.
"Ahh~ It's been ages since I met someone this fun. Yeah. Reminds me of a certain idiot, and it's making me so happy."
"...Who... would that be...?"
"Eh~ Doesn't matter. Anyway, there is an idiot like that."
Alpha keeps giggling, but there's a hint of nostalgia in her tone somewhere.
Something like... an acquaintance only she knows about?
More than that, though... she's really pretty.
Her shimmering blonde locks, her jewel-like golden eyes, the refined elegance and poise that scream "proper lady"...
And above all, what stands out is her chest—bigger and fuller than Black's own. From head to toe, she's brimming with feminine allure.
"But yeah, she does remind me of that idiot. No alarms or anything on the way here?"
"...Probably not... I'm cloaking us with magic... so."
"Impressive. Oh, right—this place has surveillance cameras too. They probably monitor the whole room."
"I disabled those too... So it'll look like just me and you... Miss Alpha?"
Alpha lets out another "ooh" of admiration.
"My god. Seriously. Different direction, but she's a genius too. They're so alike."
"Scatterbrained idiot, but her skills are the real deal. Too good for an idiot like her... or maybe that's why she has that power. Who knows."
Alpha mutters to herself, lost in memories.
It makes Black squirm uncomfortably. She just wants to leave now, but can she?
"Anyway, anything fun happening outside? Tell me something. I have no way to hear outside news, so I'm bored out of my mind. Come on? Anything at all?"
"Outside news...? Uh...?"
Black can't help but be flustered.
And why not? She's a total shut-in otaku who loves holing up in her room.
Even if she wants to talk about the outside world, she has no idea what to say. She couldn't care less how the world turns.
But when someone expects it from her, she suddenly wants to try—that's the classic loner trait. At least for Black.
She agonizes, agonizes some more, catches Alpha's expectant gaze, agonizes again.
Finally, her brain overloads like it's melting, and she blurts out the first thing that pops into her head.
"Th-there's this anime called Witch Girl that some hardcore fans absolutely love... and they just released a new theatrical movie that's all the buzz...?"
Of all things, she goes with otaku talk. Oh god.
Even as the words leave her mouth, Black wants to die of embarrassment. Hide her face.
To bring up something this niche to someone oozing social butterfly vibes.
And it's not just any otaku anime—it's a 19+ one packed with explicit sexual fetishes.
One even normies might not know by name—super, super niche tastes!
What did I just say?! Take it back! Play it off like 'I heard rumors~' or something!
"N-no, wait, that's not—um, I mean...!"
"—You're Black, right?"
Just as Black panics and tries to backpedal.
The blonde magical girl Alpha's face shifts from her sly smile to something serious as she stares her down.
"Tell me more about that. In detail."
"Right?! Witch Girl season 7 was just insane, you know?!"
"Totally! I think so too! I straight-up cried during season 7?! Rewatched it like ten times!"
"...I did it fifteen times!"
"...Then I did twenty!"
Surprisingly.
Or rather, completely unexpectedly, the topic Black stumbled into by mistake has their conversation burning hot.
Magical Girl Witch Girl.
A super niche anime—a 19+ title flaunting raw sexual fetishes, packed with unhinged characters from the protagonist on down.
But once you dive in, its deep world-building, shocking twists, intricate plot, and characters you can't judge by first impressions hook you hard. It boasts a solid core fanbase.
They say every otaku who touches Witch Girl crowns it their all-time favorite—though who knows if that's true.
Anyway, Black figured it was pure otaku culture, totally unrelated to Alpha.
But her assumption missed the mark completely.
Alpha's a Witch Girl fan too—and a hardcore otaku among otakus.
To the point where even Black, no slouch herself, trembles in awe.
"Gasp...?! You have the full merch collection?! Th-that's gotta cost hundreds... no, thousands of bucks even with luck...?!"
"Hehe, it hurt the wallet, sure, but no regrets! Worth every penny! My life's greatest achievement! My pride and joy!"
"Aah, a goddess... The goddess is here... I can only worship...!"
Alpha beams triumphantly, arms crossed. Black can't help but kneel before that unclouded face and voice.
God, Black prided herself on her otaku cred, but Alpha's on another level. She can't even look up.
It's not just the cash. The depth, passion, time, obsession—Alpha outshines her completely. No denying it.
You're the ultimate otaku! Otaku Queen! Otaku Zenith! Otaku Transcendent Master!
They chat joyfully like this, but Alpha suddenly realizes something, her face falling as she slumps with a disappointed sigh.
"But... while I'm stuck here... they released sequels like that... A theatrical movie... Oh god... I wanted to see it live... Be there opening day... Sniff...!"
"Ah, aaah... I get it... My heart... it hurts so much...!"
"You get it!"
"Of course!!"
Alpha and Black embrace. Fellow shut-in otakus weird out most people. But not each other.
They can bond closer than family. That's the true shut-in otaku breed... maybe. Who knows.
Anyway, their Witch Girl talk drags on like this until Black snaps back to reality and freezes.
Right. I gotta get back soon.
"What's wrong? Black?"
"Oh, um... well...?"
Black explains she needs to head back. Alpha already knows she got lost to end up here.
Alpha nods with a smile.
"No worries. I know the way."
"Really?!"
"Can't leave this floor myself, so I can't guide you personally... but I can draw a map and notes. You have a card key, right? Researcher elevator should get you there quick."
Aah...! Savior... She's a savior... Who'd think I'd meet one here... I can only worship, damn it...!
"Anyway, I'd love more Witch Girl talk, but time's short. Save it for later."
Alpha sits on the bed, legs crossed, smiling at Black.
"In exchange for the directions... could you do me one favor?"
And so Black leaves.
She hears Alpha's request, nods curiously despite herself.
......It's been a while. That was fun.
Alpha sinks into sentiment for a moment.
Alpha's a special S-rank high-risk magical girl. Yet compared to other hypnotized slave magical girls, she has some freedom—because she's quite cooperative with the Mech拉克.
No resistance, no rebellion; she goes along with their experiments willingly. So they treat her decently.
Life here's not bad. Honestly, aside from missing Witch Girl, she has few complaints.
She's adapted now, and truth be told, she doubts she could just go back to outside life anyway.
Even chatting with Black earlier, even alone now—her pussy and womb throb insistently.
Her thoroughly trained, tamed body craves pleasure nonstop, yearning for men and cocks.
Days lost in the ecstasy and joy of sex, drowning in carnal lust. She feels no misery anymore.
She wasn't attached to her old life anyway, so accepting this was easy.
But still, lingering regrets from outside surface sometimes.
Besides Witch Girl, a few memories and attachments linger.
...Kay.
Alpha recalls that name—her friend, another magical girl.
Contracted to the same fairy, always bickering, sharing a love for Witch Girl, and above all—the "strongest" one.
Watching that girl earlier, that magical girl, somehow brings her friend to mind. The strongest magical girl.
Personalities, looks, power styles—all totally different, yet she can't help remembering.
If it's that girl... maybe...
That's why she entrusted her request to Black.
She desperately hopes that "favor," what she gave Black, becomes her strength someday.
Savoring the moment alone, Alpha feels time approaching and begins shedding her layers.
Discarding her magical girl outfit, naked.
Breasts jiggling, she steps out and opens the door.
Right outside, the monster researchers here for her—not one, but several—stand waiting.
They eye her, greeting them at the door, with lust-glazed stares.
"Come on in. You all made it. That eager to fuck me senseless?"
"...Anyway, come inside. Take good care of me today too."
And so Alpha lets the men in.
The door closes, and inside, the usual begins.
Sometimes experiments or missions, but on free days without those... Alpha's routine is roughly this.