Climax Showdown Rematch: Black's Hypnosis Battle II (1)
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In the end, she spent the entire previous day holed up in the Hypnosis Factory.
She remembered hanging out there, but almost nothing about what actually happened inside left her feeling uneasy.
What on earth had gone down while her memory was blank?
> Good morning, user.
> Sorry to bring bad news first thing in the morning, but I have some unfortunate updates to relay.
Morning came, and Navi-kun in her head temporarily disabled the implanted hypnosis program before delivering the lengthy report.
> The hypnosis program implanted in you has been updated once again.
> As an excellent AI program, I'm interpreting and analyzing the updates to some extent and coding countermeasures, but without specialized equipment, my processing power has limits.
> I expect my interference range will narrow compared to before. I'm not even sure if the emergency hypnosis release will function properly anymore.
That was Navi-kun's assessment.
Excellent this, superior that—but in the end, Navi-kun was just a program implanted in Black Twilight's head.
Even with computers, new viruses pop up every day, forcing constant antivirus updates to keep up.
But here, the virus—the hypnosis program—kept updating, while the antivirus stayed stagnant. It was only a matter of time before it fell behind.
In other words, the day would come when this mental antivirus became completely useless.
And that day drew closer with every visit to the factory.
"This is bad..."
> Indeed. If these un-updated days continue, I'll end up as obsolete scrap code. Ah, to think a body crafted by the brilliant Dr. Liliza would rot away as garbage in this empty-headed magical girl's skull—such a tragic fate for an excellent creation like me.
Was this really a program? Black Twilight pictured AI as more mechanical, emotionless.
Navi-kun shifted tone abruptly, speaking solemnly.
> Including the hypnosis release function, I still have several features and programs ready to assist the user.
> But I can't guarantee how long they'll remain effective.
> If updates keep coming, my installed functions might not be enough to counter them.
> With my creator, Dr. Liliza, in enemy hands, I can't receive updates myself.
Navi-kun's functions were top-notch, but without updates, obsolescence was inevitable.
Like a virus constantly evolving while the antivirus stayed outdated—no matter how advanced the vaccine started, the virus would soon outpace it.
The silver lining: Navi-kun's effects still held for now.
Without it, she wouldn't have noticed the hypnosis or the city's weirdness at all.
> You understand, don't you, user?
> That's why we need to resolve this quickly.
> The longer it drags on, the more maintenance and modifications you'll undergo at the Hypnosis Factory, and each one renders me more useless.
> We must end this before I become completely obsolete.
Black Twilight could only reply bitterly that she understood Navi-kun's firm words.
Time was shorter than she thought.
She had to act fast while the antivirus still worked.
She needed to think hard about how to use this remaining window—what she could accomplish with it...
Today, too, Black Twilight slipped out of the dormitory and diligently carried out her assigned duties.
To avoid tipping off anyone that she was somewhat free from hypnosis, she had no choice but to keep playing her role.
Her mission continued unchanged: tracking and cracking down on the Illegal Hypnosis Program.
And today, she arrived once more at the suspected lead—the Training Facility.
"I did pass the word to the Hypnosis Factory side, but..."
Muttering to herself en route, Black Twilight grumbled.
As she'd said, she'd requested access to yesterday's site.
With a summons from the factory providing the perfect excuse, she'd managed to appeal to someone pretty high up.
For the mission, she had to enter the Training Facility.
The perp could erase traces and bolt anytime, so she needed clearance ASAP.
...That's how she'd made her pitch.
But the response was disappointingly vague.
"Sorry, but that place is in the city yet managed separately. Different top brass."
"Approval could take a week... ten days... who knows."
Disappointing as hell, but what could she do?
Dragging her feet raised the risk of the target fleeing and clues vanishing—especially on that illegal program.
She had to infiltrate the facility ASAP, even a day sooner.
'To do that...'
As the factory had suggested, she'd have to use another entry method.
The monster soldiers' "climax showdown".
Last time, she'd done jack shit and got utterly demolished, helplessly wrecked.
Even so, she couldn't abandon this route.
...For some reason, it felt like she had to. Like an appointment was set, an inescapable urge to return and demand another match—just like before. Some mysterious lullaby whispered in her mind.
'Must be my imagination.'
No way.
This was her own will, her decision.
Right? Then what was this nagging doubt...?
"Oh, hey, magical girl. Back again?"
"Lost so bad two days ago and still not giving up? Persistent, huh."
"...You guys told me to come anytime. And this time, I won't lose."
Waiting at the main gate, the familiar guards greeted Black Twilight.
Their smirking faces pissed her off—like easy prey had wandered back.
Look down on her all they wanted. She wouldn't lose this time.
"Alright, let's have fun then."
Like before, a guard thrust his smartphone in her face.
The bizarre screen flickered on. The moment Black Twilight saw it, her consciousness winked out, light fading from her eyes.
The guards groped her clothed body as they led her to their guardroom.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch
Hng... Nn... Haaang...
"Magical girl, hey. You okay? Didn't you come to win this time?"
"Hic... Ugh... Squeeze...! Th-this time... Eek... I w-won't lose... I'll win...!"
Bracing against the wall, Black Twilight defiantly declared.
But her bold words rang hollow as a heavy thrust deep into her womb crushed her resolve, forcing another climax like a white flag of defeat.
The hologram [Climax Counter] above her head ticked up again.
Black Twilight: [17]
Guards: [0 Ejaculations]
Black Twilight's count: [17]. The guards? Zero ejaculations. They'd deliberately used tools and hands to push her past ten orgasms.
Her legs and arms trembled from the nonstop climaxes.
Thanks to her magical girl strength, she barely held on—a normal woman would've passed out ages ago.
"Damn, check out these tits. So lewd—heavy and fun to grope."
"Ass is prime too. Perfect for pounding, fondling, or slapping."
"Ah, ah...! Stop... No...!"
Another guard sidled up, hoisting her water-balloon breasts and kneading them.
He mauled her tits, viciously pinching and tugging her nipples, making Black Twilight shudder in pleasure.
The cock buried in her pussy resumed thrusting, amplifying her ecstasy.
"Jeez, coming back to lose to this sloppy cunt? Stupid or just a maso?"
"Don't say that. We hypnotized her to come, right? No choice."
"Haha! True, we're the bad guys!"
They laughed and chatted, but Black Twilight couldn't quite process their words.
Even their blatant "hypnosis" mention slid off her. The Illegal Hypnosis Program scrambled her thoughts.
She couldn't grasp that she was hypnotized—or that they mocked her with it.
'Win... gotta win... must win... Nngohhh♡ Feels so good♡'
Spurt spurt spurt...!!
Hnngguuuh...!!
Finally, the guard pounding from behind creampied her.
His release triggered her own climax. Feeling the hot flood deep in her belly with rapturous gratitude, Black Twilight trembled joyfully in the afterglow dominating her body...