Hypnosis App (3)
I'd moved to A City—Rapid's patrol zone—and even landed a job here, all because I wanted to lay eyes on her at least once. I'd gone to spots where she'd appeared, collecting traces she left behind, but I'd never actually seen Rapid with my own two eyes. And it wasn't just me—most fans were in the same boat.
You could catch a glimpse if you got caught in an attack, but monster raids weren't some fan event to see a magical girl. They were life-or-death disasters. Duck into a shelter, and you're safe. Stay outside, and you're toast. Rapid's rescue rate wasn't 100%. Sometimes one or two people still died. No matter how bad I wanted to see a magical girl up close and chat her up, I wasn't keen on throwing myself into a natural disaster just for that.
Sure, there were times when a weird impulse hit me—risk it all just to see her once—but I'd never acted on it. Not yet.
It's not like there were zero sighting reports. Stories popped up now and then: someone in A City suddenly feeling sick or about to collapse, only for Rapid to swoop in and save them; folks nearly caught in accidents, rescued by her. So yeah, Rapid was definitely in A City, wandering around or hanging out sometimes. But none of the fans dying to meet her ever actually ran into her. All we had were tales of her popping up out of nowhere to save someone—not everyday encounters.
That left two possibilities: either they met her and kept their mouths shut, or they never met her at all. I leaned toward the latter, and I'd been mulling over why.
The "sudden appearance to save the day" stories? Even with rumors of her using teleportation magic, that didn't add up. Sensing danger from afar and zapping in to help? Nah. More likely, she was hiding nearby, disguised, and couldn't ignore someone in real peril—ended up blowing her cover to save them.
I fired up the hypnosis app's GPS map—what I figured was a tracker function—and headed to Cake Tang at the entrance to Zone 4's shopping district, half-hoping against hope. Peering through the storefront glass, I spotted a girl inside who gave off a weird vibe.
"Ah...."
Just looking at her felt off. If I hadn't been thinking Rapid, I never would've pegged her as Rapid. But once I started searching with that in mind—Is that her? Gotta be her—my gaze locked on. The girl in her simple shirt and skirt broke down into disconnected features the more I stared. Those fluffy brown twin tails made her figure vanish from my mind. Her cute, soft-hearted face erased her hairstyle and height. Her petite frame and massive tits wiped out her face and hair. That obscene, perfectly lewd balance pulled my eyes in, making me forget what I'd even been looking at.
"Ooooooh...."
But forcing myself to register that's Rapid sharpened it all. Hair, height, curves, breasts—they all snapped into focus. Casual shirt, short skirt, those estimated H-cup tits straining the fabric, heart-shaped ass hugged by her pleated skirt.... The innocent-faced girl happily devouring cake matched the photos from the secret site—the ones that cost a fortune in points—down to the last detail.
"...No way, this is real...?"
I'd half-expected it not to pan out, but the app's GPS was legit. It tracked Rapid's position live. Ash's dot showed up too, so it must be real-time for both of them. No other magical girls on the map. Just those two.
Seeing her, I finally got why no one in A City ever spotted Rapid on the streets. Some magic was at play—I didn't know what kind, but it made her unrecognizable even when you looked right at her. Petite, stacked, tiny waist, wide hips—the ultimate perverse body built to stoke male desire. She sat there, tits jiggling softly as she smiled and polished off the cake on her table.
"Uncle~ Can I get one more seven-layer chocolate cheesecake with extra waffle chips?"
"Uh, um... y-yeah...."
Even through videos, her charm enslaved men. In person? Way stronger. The shop owner stared blankly before snapping to and fetching her cake.
I watched from a distance, heart pounding harder as tension built, staying hidden until she'd scarfed it all and stepped out.
"Thanks for the meal~ Haa...."
The moment she emerged, impulse took over. I lunged in front of her and shoved my Vision Phone—hypnosis app already running—right in her startled face.
If this was the real deal, it'd work.
"Wha...?"
"S-stop!"
I braced to trip if it failed—no hypnosis, just yell "stop" like she'd nearly caused a collision and fake a fall. But against all odds, Rapid just... froze. Stood there silently, eyes glazed, staring into space like something was seriously wrong.
Heart hammering, I tested it. "F-follow me...."
Incredibly, she did—blank-eyed, trailing behind me. Legs shaking from nerves, I led her into the building's bathroom with Cake Tang.
Like a dream, Rapid obediently swayed her huge ass as she followed. She stepped into the dim, empty restroom without a peep. I locked the door, turned, and stared at her standing there blankly. Only then did I clap a hand over my mouth, shock hitting late.
"No... how is this actually working...?!"
My heart wasn't just racing—it spasmed. Before me, defenseless in the bathroom, stood Rapid: A City's guardian, the Saint, the magical girl I'd only known from promo shots, videos, and strands of hair.
The absurdity wouldn't let me calm down. Blank eyes, zero reaction. She looked genuinely hypnotized.
"...Rapid... right?"
She nodded silently at my question, doll-like, gaze fixed on nothing. Just that response made my heart thump wildly. Was she faking? Hidden camera? None of it felt real. The videos, the app, the tracking, all of it being legit—it was like I was trapped in a long dream.
Heart racing, my body reacted to her lewd form—the embodiment of male fantasy. Cock throbbed painfully hard. I want to pounce. Rape the neutralized magical girl. Sit her on the toilet and fuck her, take her virginity.
...No, not virginity. App was real, so the videos were too. Her body's not pure—tainted by other men. Doesn't matter what I do to her now.
Head pounding, reason numbed. Knock her down, shove it in, pump her full of cum.
But... if the videos were real, I couldn't just jump her. Ash's terrifying image burned in my brain clashed sex drive against survival instinct, reining in the urge.
"Huu! Huu! Huu...!"
App real, videos true... mess up with Rapid, and Ash kills me too. Dizzy. I forced long breaths to steady my trembling body.
"Huuu...."
Finally calm, I stared at blank-eyed Rapid, lost in thought. Still no reaction—like a doll. She'd stay put no matter what. Saliva swallowed hard on instinct, but checks first.
"F-first... don't move."
I ordered her to stay, then slowly inspected her body. Delicate fingertips, soft eyes that screamed kindness despite the glaze, plump lips, tiny face.... Hips 1.8 times her shoulders, perfect birthing ass... massive tits, cinched waist. Just looking, arousal wouldn't quit. Fuck her now. Creampie her. Is this body even allowed? Perfectly lewd, utterly immoral—tiny and protective yet so stacked it begs to be dominated, force-fed seed. So hard to hold back.
"Huu! Huu...! Transform."
Forcing down the heat, I commanded her to confirm she was the real deal.