Magical Girl Sex Slave #30 (Black Twilight - Clothed Sex: Magical Girl Suit) (1)
"C-come on in."
After washing up and doing a light touch-up on her appearance, Black Twilight stepped into a certain room.
Unlike the other rooms where two people shared, this one was for a single occupant.
The leader of Underdog.
The members of Underdog generally had a camaraderie among them as colleagues, but it seemed the leader received some special treatment as such. She didn't know the details and had no desire to find out.
"Whoa, a magical girl really suits this outfit. It looks great on you."
"Did it have to be like this...?"
"I've been dying to see it. And I heard you've turned into a total pervert obsessed with clothed sex—is that true?"
"It's... not like that..."
Right now, Black Twilight was dressed in her original magical girl suit, also called her costume. She'd released a few parts because they were a hassle to remove, but...
It doesn't feel familiar...
How long had it been since she'd worn this?
Maybe because it had been so long, it felt incredibly unfamiliar.
On top of that, thanks to the training and hypnosis she'd received here, the way the suit clung tightly to her body was driving her crazy with awareness.
Before, it had been a bit embarrassing, but it felt like a second skin, no sense of discomfort at all...
"It really suits you perfectly. A magical girl just looks right in this kind of outfit—nothing else comes close."
The man seemed very interested in her magical girl attire, scrutinizing Black Twilight's form slowly and thoroughly.
Then he even asked her to show him her transformation.
It wasn't difficult. Obeying the command, she transformed, and her pure white naked body was fully revealed.
The moment the clothes came off, a deep sense of liberation washed over her. It was similar to the sharp thrill of orgasm.
Black Twilight squeezed her legs together tighter to hide her wetting pussy, ending up in an awkward stance.
"Hmm. So when a magical girl transforms, her clothes vanish? She doesn't return to whatever she was wearing?"
"...That's not it. She does return to what she was wearing. But right now, I wasn't wearing anything underneath."
"Ah, I see. Got it. Interesting, very interesting."
The leader kept admiring her, eyes roaming over Black Twilight's nude form.
Then he reached out and freely groped her bare breasts.
Kneading them to test their heavy weight and firmness, stroking the areolae.
To make it easier for him, Black thrust her chest forward without resistance.
He kept kneading them roughly, milking out breast milk, rubbing them against each other, pinching and tugging her erect nipples.
Black bit her lip tight to stifle any sounds, enduring the teasing hands on her sensitive breasts.
"These tits are amazing no matter how many times I see them... Perfectly huge without being trashy, no sag at all, top-tier sensitivity for development... Only a magical girl could produce milk like this. And every inch of her scent is delicious..."
Wanting to savor the texture more, the man ordered Black to put the costume back on.
Once she returned to her magical girl outfit, he groped her breasts again over the suit.
The different sensation from before clearly pleased him immensely.
"Looks like you don't wear underwear with this outfit? Doesn't it chafe your nipples?"
"It's a... ngh... magical... outfit... so that kind of discomfort... doesn't happen... It should feel like a second skin, comfortable... but right now, it feels a bit uncomfortable..."
The leader's hands didn't stop at her breasts—they roamed down her sides, her belly, her exposed ass, touching everywhere without missing a spot.
Grabbing the fabric at her abdomen and yanking it up, the suit dug into her crotch, making Black jolt upright.
But he didn't stop there, rubbing the pulled-up fabric every which way—left, right, front, back.
The wedged cloth grinding against her sent tingling stimulation through her slit, an unbearable sensation. The way it brushed her clit was ecstatic.
"Ngh... ah...!"
"Mmm, nice, very nice. The magical girl suit feels great too, and normal wear won't damage it. Resistant to heat and cold, and even if it's cut or torn, you can infuse magic to repair or remake it? Fascinating, truly fascinating. Magical girls are wonders."
The leader's eyes sparkled like a child's. Yet he kept yanking the fabric, tormenting her crotch.
Even as Black surrendered with overt moans and gasps, his hands didn't stop.
The teasing continued until she came lightly.
Chup chup chup chuup...
Black was servicing him with fellatio while still in her magical girl suit.
Being made to do it fully clothed felt so stuffy and frustrating, but that very fact brought a strange excitement.
It was always like this when she wore clothes. Feeling the fabric made her aroused. Then stripping brought that thrilling, chilling liberation that messed with her head.
Able to feel it both clothed and naked.
She could never go back to how she was. She resented the men who'd conditioned her like this, but deep down, she felt grateful for introducing her to such blissful pleasure and happiness.
Squatting, Black sucked his cock while wiggling her suit-clad ass side to side.
Her pussy down there must be a sopping mess. Ready for any cock to plunge in and pound away, no matter how huge...
"Good girl, magical girl. I'm gonna cum."
Saying that, the leader pulled his cock from her mouth.
He forced her hand to jerk him off, then sprayed thick ropes toward her worn suit.
With her gloved hand stroking him, she used her other hand and her suit's chest to catch every drop of his semen.
Filthy white semen splattered across the black enamel leotard fabric...
Ah... on my clothes... on my magical girl suit, getting covered like this... it feels so weird...
Defiling the outfit meant for battling monsters with the monster's lustful seed—it stirred something profoundly strange.
She couldn't pinpoint the feeling, but a shiver filled her entire body... Black was overwhelmed, struggling to hold back.
Unable to restrain it, she reached down to her crotch, rubbing her pussy hard through the leotard fabric.
Ngh, kuh... Swallowing her moans, trembling, she started masturbating right in front of him.
Just grinding through the fabric made her shudder intensely—she felt like she'd cum any second.
The Underdog leader chuckled at the sight, lowering himself and reaching for her crotch.
He took over from her hand, rubbing her there himself.
"Haaah♡"
Black's body jerked like she'd been electrocuted.
His stronger, firmer hand felt worlds better than her own, overwhelming her with indescribable ecstasy.
The touch through the fabric, the lining brushing her sensitive slit and clit—it was pure bliss. The thick fingers pressing through the thin material were heavenly.
His hand pushed the thin crotch fabric aside, fingers probing into her hole alongside it. Indecent sighs escaped her lips.
The crotch fabric was shoved aside, and now his fingers directly invaded her slit, rubbing away.
Teasing the folds, stroking her labia, then plunging fingers into the hole.
"Ahh, ah~♡ Hng, uuuhng...!!"
His fingers, blocked by fabric before, now dove deep like the real deal, stirring her vaginal walls.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch—pounding her soaked hole left Black unable to think straight.
The fingers withdrew. Slick with her juices, they pinched her swollen clit, rubbing and grinding it.
Black howled like a beast, head thrown back. She came. Came again. She lost count of her orgasms in that short span.
Her legs gave out, and she collapsed. Even so, the aftershocks lingered, leaving her panting blankly in a heap.
She couldn't believe the pleasure dominating her body, this heat.
Falling to pieces from mere fingers... reduced to a pathetic excuse for a magical girl. Unbelievable.
"Hehe... what a sight."
As Black dazed in the afterglow, the leader supported her arm, pulling her to her feet.
Not even at the epilogue yet, he bared his teeth in a grin, threatening her...
Pang pang pang pang pang...!!
Aaah... ah... hng...!
"Magical girl, lift that ass properly!"
Slap! Her ass stung from the smack. Black shuddered from the sharp pain and even greater pleasure, arching her back high.
Right now, Black was being directly disciplined by the leader's cock.
Hands against the wall, every thrust from behind made her moan like a beast, trembling in joy as it filled her.
I wanna strip, wanna strip, wanna strip, wanna strip...!
She was still fully clothed.
The stuffiness and frustration of the clothes somehow amplified the cock's pleasure in her pussy several times over.
That was why even his slight hip movements made her writhe uncontrollably.
Huuuung...!
His thick, hard rod churning inside her made Black cum vulgarly once more.
She had no idea how many orgasms this was. Her vision spun, her mind melting away in delusion...