Magical Girl Liberation Front, and the Puppet ??? (1)
After that, Black was forced into several more positions, enduring training and creampies from the instructor.
Not just inside her—thick white fluid splattered across her supple skin everywhere else too.
Her entire body ended up drenched in semen, reduced to a filthy, cum-soaked mess.
Each time it splashed over her, Black's body and mind grew ever more like a whore's.
Shaped to please males.
With a mindset geared to delight males.
Mastering the techniques, habits, and tics to satisfy males.
...And so, Black was molded to the Factory Manager's exact tastes.
"Ah, right—do you know anything about Pure White?"
In the midst of it all, the Factory Manager suddenly asked Black, as if the thought had just occurred to him.
He'd captured her and started the hypnosis modifications in the first place just to get that answer.
But Black's response fell short of satisfying.
"Cannot answer."
She held out to the end, refusing to give in.
He'd figured her for some idiot girl who'd wandered carelessly into enemy territory, trusted the wrong people, and gotten herself hypnotized.
But now... maybe she wasn't just dumb. The Factory Manager revised his assessment of her slightly.
Hypnosis modifications were only on day two.
No magical girl could resist indefinitely under constant conditioning like this... He'd just wait patiently for her answer.
With that in mind, the Factory Manager dropped further questions and resumed her training.
It continued straight through until dawn—
Earth fell to the alien invaders.
Over ninety percent of humanity succumbed instantly to their widespread hypnosis broadcasts, now living without a hint of unease—like livestock awaiting slaughter—pending the aliens' "disposal."
They went about daily life as usual for now.
But invisible shackles bound them. True freedom was a myth.
The moment the conquerors—known as the Mech拉克 monsters—issued a command, they'd gladly lay down their lives... reduced to slaves and puppets.
Even so.
Not every Earthling had submitted.
Magical girls, a thorn in the invaders' side, proved immune to mass hypnosis broadcasts, retaining their sanity.
Some regular humans resisted too, sensing something off and going into hiding.
And those who kept their wits formed groups.
A coalition centered on magical girls, formed to free Earth from alien rule.
Such groups existed worldwide—not just here—not just in Korea—their names and structures varying slightly, but united in purpose and action.
Protect Earth. Drive out the invaders. Every faction shared that goal.
And today.
The Korean Liberation Front's magical girls infiltrated a key enemy stronghold: the Hypnosis Factory.
Late hour.
Inside the factory at the heart of the 2nd Factory City—
Three magical girls advanced cautiously through its depths.
Security systems and surveillance gear were temporarily disabled.
A support-type magical girl from the Liberation Front handled electronics disruption with her magic.
But her power had limits, so the infiltrators moved with utmost care.
"...It's so quiet, it's giving me the creeps."
Red Flame—the vanguard, unlit cigarette dangling from her lips—muttered.
The other two nodded in agreement.
Normally, guards and researchers would patrol beyond the cameras. But a "special event" left the factory nearly deserted today.
They'd timed their infiltration based on that intel.
No signs of life even deep inside... but the unnatural silence stirred primal dread.
...No, it's not just the quiet.
The factory's eerie vibe wasn't mere atmosphere.
Other factories processed captured magical girls and elite Earth women via hypnosis mods.
But rumors said this one was different.
More... unspeakable.
Gruesome tales circulated.
They'd been dispatched to verify those rumors—and if true, expose them to shock even the brainwashed masses.
—Turn back now, and you're safe.
—Go deeper... and no guarantees.
Red Flame, team leader, weighed the options.
She paused, then signaled to press on.
The other two swallowed hard but followed without protest.
My God...
They clamped their mouths shut to stifle gasps, but the horror before them was too much.
They'd swiped a keycard from a researcher en route, using it to probe rooms.
The first held mysterious machines—nothing notable.
But the second...
Gurgle... gurgle...
Gurrrgle...
Dozens of massive cylindrical tanks lined the room.
Inside: human bodies, suspended like lab specimens in formalin, being cultured.
Humans. Earthlings like them. Instinct screamed it true.
All males.
Varied wildly: ordinary men to grotesque monsters.
Those monstrosities evoked the invaders: Mech拉克 monsters.
—The rumors flooded back.
Mech拉克 digitized their personalities, memories, minds—freeing them from fleshly limits.
They customized bodies at will. If one died, swap to a new vessel, inject data, resurrect.
Like computers: slot old storage into fresh hardware, resume as before.
This room cultured those new "hosts"—clone bodies, raw material: living Earthlings' flesh...
"We heard people dragged to factories never returned... but cultured like this?"
"Th-that's it... Horrifying...!"
Tel Aqua shuddered, echoing Red Flame.
Invaders periodically conscripted more Earthlings here—replenishing their losses, perhaps.
"...Flame sis, what now?"
Seeing Red Flame and Tel Aqua freeze amid the stadium-sized, multi-level tanks, Arte spoke up.
Red Flame snapped back to reality.
They weren't here to gawk or rage—but gather intel.
Shelve emotions for now.
"Aqua, snap photos with the camera first... Arte, scout with me. Might be data worth grabbing..."
The pair moved at her command.
Stealthy, alert for patrols—but fury boiled inside all three.
Invade distant worlds. Broadcast false friendship. Hypnotize minds.
Seal cities in walls, control info... and perpetrate atrocities like this.
Unforgivable.
They steeled themselves anew: never forgive.
They photographed the Clone Body facility, scraped every scrap of useful data from further searches... then delved deeper.
The factory's horrors extended beyond cloning.
Rooms like blood farms: humans sedated in capsules, fed nutrients, drained of something.
Others: Earthlings as guinea pigs on lab tables.
Tel Aqua assassinated Mech拉克 researchers mid-dissection or injection.
Risked exposure—but her rage overrode even leader Flame's restraint.
Luck held: no alarms, no reinforcements.
Veteran infiltrators, specialized stealth skills.
Still... pushing further risked everything.
"Flame sis, time to pull out? Getting dangerous."
Arte—calmer, cooler than passionate Aqua—suggested.
Flame hesitated... then shook her head.
"Just a bit longer."
"Looking for something specific...?"
"The core: the Energy Plant. Neutralize it, and this place grinds to a halt for a while."
Vrrr...
Flame gathered mana in her palm, forming it into a small, cute orb.
Looks innocent—but a timed bomb of devastating power.
Infiltration's endgame: destroy the Energy Plant.
Liberation Front orders: intel only, bail if risky.
But witnessing inhuman experiments firsthand? Leaving empty-handed felt impossible.
Not Aqua's fiery outburst—but even cool-headed leader Flame's judgment clouded with fury.
Perceptive Arte noticed but held her tongue.
Better to comply smoothly now—finish faster.
As decided, the trio pressed on.
Toward an unknown fate...