#16 Magical Girl Hypnosis Part-Time Job (Black - Hypnosis Reception) (1)
After a meal slathered in thick semen dressing, Black rinses her mouth with a double-strength aphrodisiac tropical juice and heads back to her room.
Once back, she washes off her semen-scented body and steps out to find a message waiting on the personal computer provided by the factory.
[A District. Report to the designated location.]
A simple explanation follows the directive.
Work? Designated location?
Black puzzles over it briefly before recalling what Er had said.
Fully hypnotized and modified magical girls are dispatched throughout the city under the title of Special Duty Agents, helping with various tasks.
Liliza had mentioned the same—that to live in this city, she’d have to work no matter what.
Of course. A magical girl registered as factory merchandise lounging idly in her room would draw suspicion immediately.
To blend into the city’s scenery without raising eyebrows, Black has no choice but to work like everyone else.
...As long as it’s nothing weird.
Women whose common sense has been warped by hypnosis might not mind, but Black is utterly rational, untouched by any such influence (or so she believes).
She hopes for something sensible, something she can accept. She can’t avoid work forever, but she prays the bizarre assignments will be few and far between.
Anyway, she can’t dawdle forever, so Black hurries to get ready. She slips on underwear, then clothes.
No order to come in her magical girl costume, so she opts for something unassuming.
A tank top that fully exposes her midriff and navel, paired with a dangerously short miniskirt that teases her ass crack and flashes her crotch with every step.
Apparently, this counts as unassuming in the city. It’s a bit embarrassing, but bucking the trend would draw even more eyes...
Her underwear for the day is from that same shop: a sheer lace bra and panties with deep slits that leave her nipples and pussy completely exposed.
...Does this even count as underwear?
Black leaves the dormitory and heads straight to the designated spot.
It’s inside a shopping street in the Commercial District.
This city divides into zones like Residential, Experimental, Training, Development, Prison, and more, aside from Commercial.
Black only knows what she’s heard so far and plans to scout them out later, one by one.
True to its name, the Commercial District bustles with people, unlike the quiet Residential where her dorm is.
The street’s buildings gleam with flashy, sophisticated designs—eye candy even just to look at.
She’d thought it was just one city, but the residents here number far more than she imagined.
A commercial hub this size proves it.
Women make up a fair share of the crowds too. This city’s females aren’t just Earthlings or magical girls—they include captive bitches hauled from other planets, all factory-registered merchandise.
In other words, every woman here wears the factory’s collar. Though hypnosis keeps most from realizing it.
Most strut in scandalously revealing outfits, or naked entirely.
Some bear crude graffiti scrawled across their bodies; others dangle used condoms from every orifice.
A few waddle around with dildos jammed in pussy and ass.
Pet-like women crawl on leashes, asses high.
Others get fucked right there in the street by strangers they just met.
Stunning beauties in slutty poses and lewd expressions tempt the males, who pick and pound at will.
And Black’s reaction to the scene?
...Totally normal. Good thing.
She spots nothing odd in it.
At least within the “common sense” she now accepts, it’s utterly ordinary.
Her own modest outfit even feels embarrassing by comparison.
It’s hardly modest—every step flashes her slutty underwear and bare pussy, drawing lecherous stares from passing monsters. Yet Black remains oblivious.
Should I go naked next time? Dress even sluttier? That might help me blend in... Lost in such thoughts, Black enters the mixed-use building assigned as her workplace.
A massive mixed-use building at the heart of the shopping street in the Residential District.
This is Black’s workplace for the day.
Its sleek, geometric design differs from Earth’s, yet the interior feels oddly familiar.
“Finally here. I’ve been waiting with bated breath.”
In the first-floor staff lounge, a suited monster soon approaches.
His suit and build mimic a human’s, but his bluish skin betrays his alien nature.
He introduces himself as the department store’s general manager.
Black has no grasp of the layout, but she figures he’s a big shot and nods blankly.
The interview with the manager begins right away.
“Hmm... Better than the data suggested. Makes me want to fuck you on the spot. Big tits, fat ass... Yeah, perfect meat toilet. Ideal for today’s job.”
The manager eyes her up and down, then unleashes blatant sexual harassment.
“Th-thank you.”
Black thanks him.
Gratitude is due for sexual harassment from a stranger—it means her feminine appeal is acknowledged.
Her cheeks burn, her pussy throbs, but she hides it and continues the talk.
Under the guise of interview, the manager orders her around: strip naked, spread her pussy for inspection, explain her weak spots while masturbating on the spot.
After the brief ordeal, the manager claps gleefully.
“Okay, you’re hired. Let’s get you started right away. I’ll show you to the store where the magical girl’s needed today.”
Seems like she passed. Good... Black thinks. As a total shut-in, this is her first interview ever.
“Um, what exactly will I be doing here? I haven’t heard yet...”
Black asks timidly amid the manager’s rambling about work conditions.
What could I even do here? Part-time gig?
I suck at customer service...
Or maybe something lewd. Can I handle it?
Unlike the hypnotized ones, I’m still sane...
“No need to worry. It’s just standing around. Magical girls draw customers on their own. Oh, we’ll provide a chair or bed, so it won’t be tiring.”
Is that so...? Bed? Why...?
“Don’t stress. You’ll get used to it quick. Let’s head to the floor—but first.”
The manager summons a holographic screen before him.
Black doesn’t know it’s the program tweaking her hypnosis settings.
Wh...at...?
After the interview ends.
The manager fiddles with a holographic window in midair, and Black’s vision blurs, her mind going blank for a moment.
She can’t recall what happened next.
I think... he said something...
What was it...?
She can’t remember.
Probably about today’s job, precautions... something like that.
It frustrates her—she’s sure she heard it clearly, yet it won’t come back.
Suddenly snapping to, Black finds herself already at her workstation.
No idea how she got here.
“Huh...?”
She stands dazed for a second.
Where am I? I was just in the staff lounge... the interview...
> What are you doing? Get to work instead of standing there.
“Eek?!”
A voice from behind startles her into a jump.
Urging her on is a drum-barrel robot the height of a person.
Black gawks briefly at its beeping mechanical speech, then recalls the manager introducing it during her blank spell.
In that haze, he’d explained the robot, the store, and her duties fully.
> Product display complete. Move to your station. Customers are waiting.
“Ah, y-yes... Got it...”
> Answer properly! With energy!
“Yes! Got it!”
Black straightens at the robot employee’s bark.
Even a machine feels human in tone. Eager to avoid another scolding, she glances around furtively.
First to catch her eye: an exquisitely crafted life-sized female mannequin.
Next: adult toys galore. Dildos, onaholes, aphrodisiac lotions, rotors—all in lewdly illustrated cases on display.
Then it hits her.
This is the adult goods section.
An onahole specialty store, and she’s assigned as the day’s clerk.