Factory Mission: Magical Girl Trapped (Part 2)
This underground space felt like some kind of complex leisure facility.
Of course, "complex leisure facility" was putting it nicely—it was just a den of depravity crammed full of every illegal vice imaginable.
The corridors stretched out like a maze underground, with rooms dotted along them designed for sex or indulging in drugs without prying eyes. In the center was a gaudy hall where people snorted drugs together and networked.
Women danced or put on strip shows in the middle of the hall, while each table came stocked with booze, assorted narcotics, and female slaves just like them.
Spot something you like—be it drugs, drinks, or a woman—and drag it off to one of those private rooms to enjoy it in peace. That was the vibe.
Incidentally, the women used here were unregistered slaves—ones that hadn't gone through the factory or had been siphoned off separately.
Not just Earth women, either; there were alien species from other planets mixed in, all of them moving like dolls with their personalities wiped clean by hypnosis.
Factory-provided slaves usually retained vivid, living personalities, but the back-alley hypnosis tech from the underworld tended to just kill off the ego entirely.
They might lack flavor, but as mindless meat puppets, they got the job done.
Still, illegal hypnosis procedures and using unregistered slaves were the worst offenses—not just in this city, but across all of Mech拉克 by law.
There seemed to be other shady dealings going on too, but Black, unfamiliar with Mech拉克 law, couldn't say for sure.
Once everything was cleaned up, Navi-kun would analyze it all and report back upstairs. No need for Black to headache over it...
Black had stormed into this den of vice without a second thought, but surprisingly, her blitzkrieg assault went off without a hitch.
It might've looked like a reckless charge fueled by hot blood, but her actions were ice-cold, her movements fluid—and above all, her magic and skills meshed perfectly with the op.
Shwick!
"Guh... ngh...!"
Gliding silently down the passage, she sliced the throat of the uniformed man who appeared before her.
To stifle any noise, she jammed her fingers into his mouth. Moments later, his massive frame slumped limply to the floor. She propped him up in a nearby chair to make it look normal, then melted back into the shadows to stalk her next target.
Distinguishing between mere customers and the operators was child's play.
The flashy dressers were patrons. The ones in uniform dark suits, sunglasses, and earpieces were the staff.
She hadn't heard what to do with customers. Black's job was simple: purge the ones running this dump and spearheading the illegal drug trade.
So she ignored the patrons, minimized disturbances, and zeroed in only on purge targets.
Emerge from the shadows, slash. Camouflage. Melt back into darkness, stalk the next. Prioritize low-profile marks.
Black methodically purged criminal after criminal with near-divine skill, but even she had limits.
By the time she took out her fifth target, someone spotted the scene and screamed.
Almost simultaneously, robot soldiers appeared from down the passage. They moved too fast—like they'd been mobilizing even before the scream, before the chaos erupted.
Three...
Three mechanical soldiers: one heavy, one medium. The medium was human-sized; the heavy looked like it could block the narrow corridor single-handedly.
The soldiers walled off both ends of the passage, advancing slowly. Then, with a hiss, gas sprayed from vents overhead.
Sleep gas, probably. Black held her breath and bolted toward one end before it filled the corridor. She targeted the heavy unit, not the medium.
As she charged boldly, the heavy mech leveled its vicious arm-mounted weapon at her.
Boom!
"Gyaaah?!"
Deep in the underground illegal drug den and slave market, the general manager—sandwiched between two female slaves—yelped in shock as his office door exploded inward.
The intruder was a magical girl with navy-blue hair and a black costume: Black Twilight, swathed in ominous shadows as she stormed the manager's office.
"You're the one in charge here? Some big shot? Doesn't matter—you're involved either way."
No Navi-kun in sight, but Black pulled out her assigned terminal to check.
It rapidly scanned the surroundings and the man in front of her, pulling up his profile.
This guy was a career criminal with a rap sheet. And from the setup, he was clearly the facility's top dog.
"Wh-what the hell are you?! How'd you get in here...!"
"What else? Dispatched from the factory. Orders to purge trash like you. Be a good boy and die quietly."
Black pocketed the terminal and assumed a stance, gripping her knives reverse-handed.
"...Heard we had an intruder, but how'd you make it this far? Our security system's..."
"Those junkyard heaps? Annoying, but I scrapped 'em all."
No lie. Robot wreckage littered the passages behind her.
Flashy fights weren't her style, but she leveraged the tight corridors, cover, and surprise attacks—maxing out her terrain and specialties to scrap them somehow.
She wasn't unscathed; scorch marks and costume tears dotted her here and there.
But compared to the security bots and systems she'd turned to scrap? Minor damage.
...Gotta purge him... but fewer staff than expected. They all bail?
After the first five kills, it was just bots. She'd only caught two more fleeing staffers by chance.
No way a operation this size had so few people.
But if this guy's the head honcho... or even a key player...
Use him to flush out the rest.
Couldn't let him slip. Black crouched low, coiling her legs to leap straight at him.
She'd pounce like a beast.
Between Black and the general manager—formerly the top dog—stood the two naked slaves who'd been clinging to him, plus two armed slave bitches waiting in the room.
No magical girls. Not even human.
Combat breeds from alien worlds, illegally modded via back-alley routes for even greater battle prowess. Hypnosis kneaded their brains into unshakeable loyalty—easy to handle.
"You think I'll go down easy?! Think I haven't survived crises like this before?! Go, my battle slaves! Subdue that damn bitch and drag her to me!"
At the manager's command, the battle slaves charged with roars.
Black met their fury head-on.
Battle erupted anew.
The fight ended anticlimactically, swiftly.
Numbers mattered. Four of them—specially hired, modded combat slaves. No pushovers.
Yet...
"N-no... way..."
The manager muttered in disbelief. He couldn't process the scene.
His office was trashed. Destruction everywhere, slash marks galore.
Pricey ornaments and statues shattered beyond recognition.
In the chaos's epicenter stood Black. Behind her lay his prized battle slaves.
Not dead. Purge targets were operators only. Slaves didn't count.
Hoo...
Black exhaled lightly, catching her breath. She'd struggled a bit, but no major wounds.
Four top-tier battle slaves, and she looked fine.
This was a magical girl.
Overwhelming power and beauty in one warrior package... a magical girl!
"That's it. No more tricks? Give up without a fuss, and I won't kill you yet. Gotta extract info first."
Black declared flatly, advancing. The manager flopped back into his chair, stunned. He laughed resignedly.
No fight left. Black didn't bother threatening further; she waited for Navi-kun to follow her in.
She had no interrogation tools. Navi-kun would handle that, then she'd take his life.
"...Impressive. Truly. And delicious."
"Cut the crap. Stay quiet if you wanna live."
"How can I? So beautiful, so ripe... Ngh... Haven't felt my heart race like this in ages...! I want you...!"
The manager raved feverishly. Weirdo. Black just wanted to wrap up, go home.
Savor mission success, shower off the sweat, crash hard. Or get summoned by the Manager for praise and all-night sex training. Sounded good.
Just imagining it made her womb quiver, pussy dampen. Not work thoughts.
Where's that nagging robot?
As Black griped internally about the chatterbox Navi-kun...
Speak of the devil: Navi-kun rolled in through the half-open door.
"Apologies for the delay. My, you've made quite the mess."
"Yeah. They were nobodies. Better to squash vermin quick."
Black replied coolly.
Then, the manager—knife at his throat—suddenly raged at Navi-kun.
"Hey! What the hell is this?! This isn't the plan!"
"My regrets. The original plan was to infiltrate over three days, gradually neutralizing the facility."
...Huh?
The manager and Navi-kun bantered like old pals. Black froze at the bizarre turn. Her brain couldn't parse it.
Ignoring her, Navi-kun continued calmly.
"But we're not done yet. We have a 'safety measure' for contingencies."
Something inside Black—instinct, gut—sounded the alarm.
Can't stay like this.
Reason screamed: kill the manager. Instinct: smash Navi-kun.
Conflicting impulses slowed her reaction.
Too late. Navi-kun's speaker blared the subjugation command.
Magical Girl Black Twilight. By proxy authority of the Hypnosis Factory, I command you: drop your weapon now and enter 'doll state' without resistance.
Clang!
Black's knife hit the floor with a racket.
The magical girl didn't even glance at it, just stood frozen.
Light faded from Black's eyes. The manager shook her body, groped her breasts—no resistance.
Full doll state.
The manager laughed. Navi-kun fell silent, job done.
Black had infiltrated the illegal operation alone... only to fall into the trap, neutralized....