Er: Alien-Exclusive Sex Slave Magical Girl (Hypnosis Reception Service) (1)

'Er, Er...! It's been so long... I endured a whole week waiting just for you...!'

Weg Vice Commander is lost in rapture.

He adores the magical girl before him so intensely that his affection borders on obsession.

And today, he ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠can have her all to himself for the entire day. He can handle her however he pleases, exactly as he desires.

Weg Vice Commander invites Er inside and positions her in the center of the lounge area.

He appraises her from head to toe, like a connoisseur evaluating a prize, taking in her body-hugging magical girl costume.

"Now, stand right there... hold on... Ah, could you spread your legs a bit? Hands behind your back... yes, like that. Perfect. Just right."

"Yes, Vice Commander."

"Tsk, not Vice Commander—what did I tell you to call me?"

"...I'm sorry, Master."

Er obediently follows Weg Vice Commander's instructions, assuming the pose he demands.

She arches her body slightly forward, emphasizing her breasts and curves for his viewing pleasure.

Though her expression remains doll-like and impassive, her cheeks flush faintly pink.

Just his gaze alone is enough to stir a subtle arousal within her.

These mass-produced, third-rate magical girl pussies have been meticulously modified so that every gesture and movement delights and satisfies their clients.

Modified to the point where a mere glance can turn a male into a perverted, aroused beast.

"Ooh... You came dressed just as I wanted... right, without the armor parts... exactly."

"Yes, that's correct. I removed the bulky armor sections and wore only the minimal fabric to avoid being fully nude. I even reduced the cloth further for an even more ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠daring angle than the standard costume. Can you tell?"

Er speaks with a hint of pride, and Weg Vice Commander nods in approval.

Er is his absolute favorite. He can spot the differences in her outfit at a glance.

"Heh, hehehe... You followed my request perfectly. As expected from a factory-made hypnosis slave. I'm beyond satisfied."

Weg Vice Commander chuckles softly, finally tearing his eyes away to reach out and begin caressing Er's body.

He starts with her exposed thighs and arms, his hands gradually inching inward.

He strokes her soft form over the leotard-like fabric.

With nothing underneath, the thin material transmits the delicious plumpness of her flesh directly to his touch.

As if confirming ownership, Weg Vice Commander gropes her with increasing stickiness and persistence.

He pays special attention to her heavy breasts.

Modified by the Mech拉克, they differ vastly from her original shape, boasting exceptional volume.

Not just altered in form and size—their pleasure nerves are densely packed, like those of a clitoris. Even a light touch makes Er's legs tremble and her breath hitch.

Having experienced this reaction many times before, Weg Vice Commander grins in satisfaction.

Not content with touch alone, he sniffs deeply at various spots on her body. Truly a perverse taste.

"—Looks like you're anticipating it too."

Weg Vice Commander remarks.

His eyes gaze at Er's face with evident delight.

Her eyes gleam with sensual desire.

Captured by the Mech拉克 and remade with their technology, her body and mind now betray her so easily.

Her flesh is lewd beyond measure, slipping into heat at the slightest provocation.

His perverted acts evoke not contempt, but pleasure... and a craving for more.

"Yes, Master. I'm truly looking forward to spending a fun and happy time with you today."

"Good girl. Hehe, I won't disappoint you, so let's make the most of it today, Miss Er."

Weg Vice Commander smirks as he pulls Er into his embrace.

Curiously, his body has grown larger than moments ago.

Even now, it continues to swell with muscle, accompanied by grotesque crunching and twisting sounds.

The gaunt, wrinkled old frame is gone; ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠only his face remains the same as his body transforms into a massive, muscular behemoth.

He keeps his form shrunken for energy efficiency and space, but expands to his true size when needed—like doping up.

Feeling his body bulge and harden against her, Er shivers.

The thought of being pinned beneath this imposing, mighty flesh and thoroughly violated fills her with eager anticipation, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

He's a Mech拉克 monster... yet she anticipates it this much...

First, Weg Vice Commander orders Er to strip off her costume completely, leaving her naked.

As the second-in-command and a VIP in this barracks, he insists on a body search to prevent any "what-ifs," like her smuggling weapons or dangers from outside.

...Of course, it's merely a pretext for play; he's not serious about it.

"I-I'm ready...♡ Please, inspect me...♡"

Nude, Er clasps her hands behind her head, thrusting her hips forward to proudly display her bare body.

Between her slightly parted legs, lewd nectar already threads from her slit, dripping steadily.

Drone cameras, pre-positioned around her, capture every angle without missing a detail.

"Hmm... Visually, she seems fine... but we must prepare for contingencies, right? The world's so dangerous these days."

"Indeed. As a vital figure managing this city's military, you must be extra cautious, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Master. So, not just looking— a hands-on tactile inspection is necessary too."

"Yes, yes. If Miss Er thinks so, no choice then. Time for the tactile exam..."

He approaches Er, still posed on the sofa, and slowly extends his hand to grasp and knead her exposed bare breast.

Er glances down at her trembling breast as it's massaged, a shiver of chilling ecstasy and electric thrill coursing through her—utterly different from touching herself.

Originally modestly perky, her breasts have blossomed via Mech拉克 tech and her belated growth spurt into splendid, full orbs.

Slightly smaller than those of a certain magical girl Er admires, but still lusciously heavy, firm yet soft—like ripe, abundant fruit.

Weg Vice Commander savors their resilience and warmth with his large hands, kneading slowly.

At their peaks, her nipples stand erect, proudly thrusting upward...

Nng... ah... aah...

Aaahn... ah...!

So sensitive, even light fondling draws sweet moans from Er's lips.

Her pleasure-twisted face is adorable; her sighs, intoxicating.

Just from having her bare tits groped, Er's mind hazes as if drifting away, her core melting into mush.

Yet her body faithfully obeys the client—today's "Master"—holding her pose without faltering.

From her spread labia, her pussy drools nectar like saliva, threading downward...

"These are a magical girl's... Miss Er's breasts... No matter how much I touch them, they never get old... never..."

A special voice echoes in her mind, audible only to magical girls.

According to her fairy, it's the spirit's voice.

Er doesn't know the details.

Anyway, the spirit informs her of her current status.

As if reminding her, it recites her "Trait."

Magical girls gain special changes through repeated actions.

Intense physical training for strength yields "Muscle Enhancement."

Desire for speed brings "Swiftness Boost."

These are called Traits.

Normally, they should stack to make magical girls stronger, evolving into superior warriors.

Yet these Traits bizarrely accumulate in sexual directions too. That's the problem.

Captured by Mech拉克 and conditioned over countless days, she's accrued utterly useless ones.

Like this "Bewitching Breasts."

Others include "Bewitching Pussy," "Increased Sensitivity," "Perverted Lust"—traits she never wanted.

Meant to forge perfect magical girls, this system now perfects her as a brood slave instead.

Recalling that sours her mood...

Fine... for now... focus here... Don't let on that I've regained my sanity... that I'm Pure White... be careful...

Not stopping at kneading her luscious breasts, Weg Vice Commander begins suckling her sensitive nipples with wet pops.

Overwhelmed by the chilling pleasure from his mouth on her erect tips, Er's waist and thighs quiver as she spills sweet sighs.

No acting—this is genuine ecstasy, her face twisting into that of a lewd bitch in heat...