2-4 Magical Girl and the Hypnosis Public Bathhouse (Black - Hypnosis Mixed Bath Teasing) (Part 1)
Having apparently had his fill, the Gold Sun Monster once again hypnotized Black, manipulated her perception, and left her there abandoned in the room.
He might have wanted to indulge more, but she'd told him directly that the "Hypnosis Factory" had sent her to crack down on users of illegal hypnosis programs.
Lingering too long with Black risked getting himself caught.
"Then let's meet again when there's another chance."
With those parting words, he left without a hint of reluctance.
As long as Black stayed in this city, they'd surely cross paths again.
Long after the Gold Sun Monster departed, Black remained slumped in a daze, her body smeared with semen and urine, still unable to regain her senses.
In the end, though, Black managed to snap out of it.
Once she'd recovered her wits, she first checked her condition and wiped away the most obvious stains with some tissues.
Then she donned her costume over her filthy body just as it was.
The restroom had a sink, but no proper facilities for washing up. It felt sticky and smelled awful, but there was nothing she could do about it.
"What a bunch of... trash."
Black wrinkled her nose as she looked down at her reeking, grimy self.
Surprisingly, she wasn't all that shocked, but anger and irritation welled up fiercely.
She must have fallen victim to a hypnosis program—specifically, an illegal one not authorized by the Factory.
Her hazy memory recalled meeting a monster with a golden-sun-like appearance in the alley... so it was probably him.
She'd been toyed with under hypnosis, but almost none of the memories remained.
Still, the fact that she retained even vague fragments and sensed something was off was thanks to the vaccine program "Navi-kun" embedded in her mind.
But even if she wanted details on what happened, Navi-kun was staying silent right now.
No response no matter how many times she called, so she gave up on prying for the full story.
Well, I can guess the gist...
'The assigned mission... failed, huh. No penalty for failing once, though.'
But too many failures might earn her a reputation for slacking on missions.
That could lead the Factory to deem something wrong with the hypnosis program implanted in her, triggering an inspection, forced update, or reinforcement.
In the process, Navi-kun might get exposed—or worse, purged in the worst case.
'Routine checks can be dodged somehow, Navi-kun said.'
'But if I cause a problem and trigger a deep special inspection, there's no way out.'
'...For now, catch that perp as fast as possible... so no one gets suspicious.'
With a sigh, Black steeled herself anew and stepped out of the public restroom.
Her orders were to apprehend the user of an illegal hypnosis program.
She now knew who the culprit was, but letting him slip away like this meant he probably wouldn't return here.
Best to call it quits for today and head back.
'But first...'
Instead of heading straight to her dormitory, Black moved toward another destination.
It was quite a distance to the dorm.
She'd normally take a tram or bus, but no way could she board public transport in this state... she had to deal with her body first.
"A bathhouse... no, a spa...? Didn't know they had something like this here... and it's pretty big..."
Abandoning her Factory-assigned mission midway, Black had come to a bathhouse building not far from that alley.
The factory city had a crude vibe overall, but surprisingly sophisticated bathhouses and spas dotted the area.
Each one supposedly had its unique features, but Black had never tried them, so she didn't know the details.
For her, anywhere she could wash up would do.
With traces of urine and semen she couldn't fully wipe away, using public transport or even walking the streets would be impossible.
'Ugh... the stares...'
She'd cleaned as best she could, but it was obvious what had happened to her. Dried semen still clung to her hair, and up close, the acrid piss stench wafting from her body gave it away.
Under her costume skirt, a milky fluid—probably backflow from her pussy mixed with her own juices—had trickled down her inner thighs all the way to her ankles.
A few passersby did glance her way at her disheveled state, but the looks weren't as blatant or numerous as she feared.
Yet Black, fully aware of her appearance and amplified by her innate shut-in loser's paranoid imagination, felt like hundreds of eyes were watching her every move.
"Hnn...♡"
And that sensation prickled her exhibitionist kink, newly awakened in this city, sending delicious shivers down her spine.
Just walking the street, imagining people seeing her like this—it wouldn't stop, the thrilling zing of it all.
A rotten pervert who felt more pleasure than shame at exposing herself in this state.
That was Black right now.
"G-Gotta go in...! Hurry and wash up...!"
—Once I'm clean, no more stares like this...
Against her will, a whispery inner voice bubbled up as she approached the bathhouse spa entrance.
The pathetic thoughts of a bitch in heat who didn't even know shame.
Shaking off the lingering regret somehow, Black hurried inside.
But there's one crucial thing she needed to realize.
Magical girls all had their specialty spells, but they also shared basic magic anyone could use.
Floating lightly in the air, conjuring a cup's worth of drinking water from nothing, or a cleaning spell that whisked away dust and grime with a finger snap...
Black knew most of those spells too.
Among them was a cleaning spell that instantly washed away bodily filth.
If her body was too dirty for streets or transit, she could've just used magic to clean herself.
But instead, Black trudged through the streets in this state and even sought out a bathhouse she hadn't known existed.
And she hadn't noticed a thing.
Navi-kun's presence might have given her a faint sense of wrongness, but she couldn't pinpoint what it was.
The Gold Sun Monster had forced her into this situation just moments ago.
Of course, there was some scheme at play, and this bathhouse surely had traps waiting.
Black remained utterly oblivious.
With her mind dominated by the hypnosis program in her head, she had no way to see the truth...
And so, without a shred of suspicion, Black entered the bathhouse spa.
'Bigger than I thought. Clean. And classy.'
Surveying the interior, she unwittingly let out an impressed "Oh..."
The decor clashed a bit with Earth's sensibilities, but the near-futuristic design and fixtures piqued her interest.
Yet it had familiar bathhouse vibes in places, stirring a strange nostalgia.
'Come to think of it, when was the last time I went to a public bath?'
As a kid, her parents took her sometimes, but as she grew older and holed up in her room, she stopped going entirely.
Exposing her naked body to strangers felt embarrassing, repulsive even...
Anyway, impressions aside.
She wanted to wash up ASAP.
'Where do I check in?'
Even during daytime hours, there were more people than expected.
True to her antisocial shut-in nature, Black hunched her shoulders, trying to avoid eyes as she stealthily scanned the area like she was on an infiltration op.
Fortunately, she spotted the check-in counter without much trouble.
Or rather, it was a kiosk for buying entry tickets.
Standing before the near-futuristic kiosk—unlike anything on Earth—she operated it.
Her Factory stipend-cum-allowance meant money wasn't an issue.
After topping up the amount, just as she went to buy a women's bath ticket...
A hand suddenly shot out from the side, grabbing her wrist and stopping her.
"Whoa there, Magical Girl ma'am. Can't do that. You were about to make a big mistake."
"H-Huh...?"
Caught off guard by the sudden approach of a man talking to her—a total asocial dork like her—Black let out a weird noise.
"No women's bath here. You'd have wasted your money."
"Oh, uh, r-really?"
This city's population skewed heavily male.
Roughly 9-to-1, men to women.
The men were mostly Mech拉克 soldiers, and the women... well, no need to explain—Magical Girls and females dragged in from various planets as merchandise.
In such a sausage fest of a city, a men-only bathhouse wasn't incomprehensible.
But the kiosk clearly listed a "Women's Bath Entry Ticket."
And behind the man who'd grabbed her, signs properly marked separate men's and women's baths.
Something was fishy.
Black's eyes narrowed in wariness.
She decided in an instant.
Tensing her arm, she tried to wrench free by force.
"Hey—"
"Look at this, Magical Girl."
But before Black could shake him off...
A smartphone-like terminal was thrust in front of her eyes.
Its screen displayed complex geometric patterns and symbols.
Different type, but the same as what the Gold Sun Monster had used in the alley—
an illegal hypnosis program.
Seeing it, Black felt herself drawn in like a moth to flame... and soon, the light faded from her eyes.