Black's Hypnotic Breakfast – Semen Extra Dressing and Handjob Service (Part 1)
#15 Black and Hypnotic Breakfast (Black - Semen Extra Dressing, Handjob Service) (1)
Yesterday was truly a ordeal.
I never imagined I'd be interrogated by the Manager about Pure White.
To be honest, there were a few times I nearly caved and spilled everything, but I somehow held out.
Even I'm impressed with myself. I wish Cookie or Er would praise me for it.
But whether they know about my efforts or not, I don't have a chance to meet Cookie or Er right now anyway.
Cookie only contacts me when she feels like it, and Er's been swamped because of that one client she absolutely adores. She's been complaining lately about how much busier it's gotten.
It's a shame I won't get any praise, but there's nothing I can do about it.
That said, the Ten Manager... he had such a scary vibe yesterday. Will these interrogations keep happening from now on?
Just thinking about it makes me anxious. I wonder if I can really hold out.
Anyway, all I can do now is keep doing what I can.
Protect the information on Pure White, gather intel on this city at the same time, lurk in the shadows following Cookie's orders now and then... and ultimately, liberate the magical girls of this city while tracking down that 'strongest' magical girl.
It feels like a lot on my plate, but most of the tough stuff is being handled by Er and Cookie somehow.
All I have to do is live here without getting caught and carry out my orders properly.
Anyway, let's get to it.
I'll try harder to adapt to life in this city. And work even harder not to leak anything about Pure White.
That's all there is to it.
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Morning comes, and as always, there's the morning roll call and exercises, followed by breakfast.
The meals here are a bit special but nutritionally perfect, always featuring semen dressing without fail.
You can drizzle it over salad, slather it on bread, dip ham in it, or even drink it straight like juice.
It's undoubtedly a delicious treat of a dressing, but Black still hasn't gotten used to the new flavor enough to drink it straight as juice.
That said, she loves it over salad or pasta. Eating it that way leaves her mouth and nose filled with the taste and scent of semen... By the end of the meal, she feels incredibly full and satisfied. It makes her feel like she could handle all the sex in the world today.
I need to get used to this new dressing faster.
It's so tasty, but the texture makes it hard to drink properly...
Black glanced around the dining hall with a wistful look.
Inside were the other 'merchandise' females living in the dormitory like her, all enjoying their semen-drenched meals.
They ate with flushed, aroused faces, chopsticks in mouth as their bodies twitched with "Nngh...!"—a common, everyday sight.
Sometimes a magical girl would clutch her crotch and shudder—that usually meant she'd climaxed.
Most people eating here didn't wear bottoms.
They'd get lost in ecstasy during meals, squirting love juices or tidal squirts, and some even peed themselves mid-orgasm.
To prevent dirtying the chairs, pet incontinence pads were provided. Black thought it was great service.
Incidentally, Black had one under her butt right now too. She'd come straight from roll call naked, nothing on.
It might be weird outside, but not here. No reason to feel embarrassed.
Though strangely, she sometimes felt a flush of shame and heat rising in her body—it had to be her imagination.
Hoo... hoo... hoo...
Slurp... gulp...
Black carefully put semen-soaked salad into her mouth, bite by bite.
Today's salad had twice the usual semen. When she got her meal, the Ten Manager had grinned and given her an extra-heaping 'special treatment.'
Semen dressing was tastier and more precious than any delicacy in the world, but this was overkill. Still, awkward, shut-in Black couldn't refuse his kindness, so she diligently tried to finish it all.
Ugh... every time I smell it... taste it... this tingly rush hits my body...
Was the semen dressing just that good? Like always, eating made her feel lewd and horny beyond endurance.
Especially today with double the dressing—her meal time naturally dragged on.
"Black, you okay? You still have so much left. Don't like it?"
"Mm...! Gulp... Ah, no...! That's not it...!"
The Ten Manager, helping distribute semen dressing amid the maid robots, sauntered over to Black now that his work was done.
Black forced down the salad in her mouth and denied it.
"Really? But you're eating so slowly."
"...It's just, the texture still... isn't familiar..."
It stuck gooey in her mouth, sometimes hard to swallow.
She felt ashamed she couldn't even eat properly, but what could she do?
"You've only been here a few days. Makes sense you'd struggle adapting to new food. But I hope you get used to it soon. Like that girl over there, refilling and chugging semen juice."
The Manager pointed across the dining hall.
A magical girl Black had seen before was gulping down a huge glass full of semen dressing.
Two more empty glasses of the same size sat on her table. Three whole glasses... impressive.
She looked so blissed out drinking semen juice, trembling ecstatically the whole time.
Whoa...
"I want to... be like that too."
"Yeah, yeah. Great attitude. It's a shame to pick at this nutritious, mood-boosting delicacy just because you're not used to it yet, right?"
"Right..."
The Ten Manager went on explaining how great the dressing was for skin, health, backed by science and all sorts—convincing Black of its wonders.
She grew even fonder of it, motivation surging to eat better.
"Anyway, since you're still not used to it, how about I help out?"
"Eh... help?"
"Yeah. I think what you mean by 'texture' is because this dressing uses frozen-and-thawed semen mixed with chimera seed from the factory. Totally different feel from the fresh stuff."
As he spoke, the Manager beckoned around.
Several of his clones managing the dining hall swarmed Black.
The Manager wore clothes, but the clones were naked—their muscular bodies and impressive cocks surrounding Black, who tensed up in panic at the center.
Ignoring her tension, the Manager pulled out his own cock along with the clones.
"So, let's mix in some fresh semen. It'll be easier to eat, and you'll get hooked way faster. I guarantee it."
I-is that... how it works?
It's the Manager's word, though. He can't be wrong. Her mind insisted his words were absolute fact... so she had to believe.
And so, midway through her meal, Black started handjobbing the Manager and his clones.
She set down her utensils and calmly stroked the cocks thrust at her from all sides, milking out semen.
Thankfully, the Manager and clones could control their timing somewhat.
Even with Black's clumsy handjobs, they came one by one without taking too long.
"Black, here it comes...!"
"Gonna cum, magical girl...!"
Spurt... spurt...
Splurt... spluuurt...
The clones announced as they ejaculated toward Black.
They should've aimed for her salad, but they shot at her face or tits instead.
Black hurriedly twisted their tips toward the plate to guide it.
Ahh, anyway.
She was already stuffed with semen dressing... surrounded by cocks... fresh hot loads splattering her body everywhere...
The scent of semen filled the air around her. Breathing felt like inhaling semen itself.
She could get pregnant from the smell alone. Such delusions arose.
"Ah.....♡"
Suddenly, Black let out a sweet sigh, body shuddering. The semen scent had made her cum.
Semen-like juices leaked from her pussy, soiling the pad under her ass.
After collecting semen via handjobs for a while, including the Manager's own thicker, superior load... Black resumed eating her now semen-overflowing salad.
...Ah, definitely the fresh holy essence. Easier and tastier to eat. Maybe imagination, but still.
Mmm... oh...
Each bite of dressing mixed with fresh semen felt like the Manager ravaging her mouth, esophagus, stomach... but somehow, Black finished her semen-extra meal.
Ugh... belly so full... after this much semen, getting pregnant wouldn't be weird at all...