Chapter 10
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: Tour (2)
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The second place we arrived at was the Mental Adjustment Room.
Unlike the Body Modification Room we'd passed earlier, this place was eerily quiet.
My own breathing echoed off the walls, sounding even louder.
"This department's main focus is mental care for Magical Girls.
I do most of my work here, and if your magic turns out to be mental-type, you'll end up working here with me too."
Senior strode inside with familiar steps.
The interior consisted of a long corridor lined with small rooms equipped with soundproofing.
Each door bore a consultation room number.
She gestured casually for us to enter Room ■.
As the door slid shut automatically, the sealed air felt like it was clinging to my skin.
In the center of the room, one Magical Girl sat completely restrained to an iron chair.
Her eyes were rolled back completely white, and from her half-open mouth, thick drool dangled long, trailing down her chin and onto her chest.
Her breathing was barely audible.
Only faint moans like "Huuu... huuu...♡" occasionally leaked out.
"If they're sitting here this peacefully, one of the Magical Girls assigned to these duties will usually take care of it.
If you're... lucky, a Researcher might handle it personally."
Senior muttered softly as she addressed the seated Magical Girl.
"I've got some bad news. I won't be able to come by often for a while because of newbie training.
The Researcher says he needs her for personal research, so he'll probably be in charge from now on, just like yesterday."
She showed no reaction to Senior's words, like a stone statue, but the moment "Researcher" was mentioned, she began writhing in unnecessary excitement.
"Aaaah! Hihihi... huuuu...!! Re... sear...!! U... aaaagh!
Sorry! I'm sorry...
I'll do anything... anything... ehehehehe...
Thank you... thank youuu...
Eye mask! I'll do whatever you say... whatever... hihihiii, sorry..."
The sounds erupting from her throat were less words and more a torn echo—impossible to tell if it was laughter or terror.
She kept spitting out fragmented, nonsensical syllables with no trace of communication.
Senior merely furrowed her brow ever so slightly at the response,
then muttered quietly as if it were routine.
"It's okay. Calm down and go back on standby."
With those words alone, the girl—who had been wailing like a madwoman—went limp again in an instant, staring blankly into space.
Drool still dangling from her lips.
"They must have overdone the adjustment. Sometimes we come too late, and the Magical Girls can't endure the treatment.
If your condition ever starts slipping even a little, swing by anytime. I'll help you out."
"...Yes. I definitely will."
Seeing another Magical Girl in such a pitiful state, I vowed to visit often.
With her business there done, Senior said she'd give me a proper tour and headed deeper into the corridor.
Unlike the front section with consultation rooms, the back had a factory-like facility isolated by massive glass walls.
"Stick close from here on. If you get lost, they won't know if you're an escaped Magical Girl or not."
The air inside reeked sweetly and stickily, like a mix of semen and love juices.
Overhead, a conveyor belt turned slowly, dozens of black helmets lined up and dangling from it.
And strapped into each helmet was a Magical Girl.
Thick tubes were jammed deep into their mouths, and from the ends of those tubes, thick white semen-like fluid poured endlessly down their throats with wet gulps.
Below the helmets, their naked bodies were exposed, pussies and asses forcibly spread open as mechanical tentacles plunged in thick and long,
and every time the helmets glowed, the tentacles writhed wildly, thrusting, twisting, and stretching both holes.
"Glurk... glurkk...♡"
Even as semen overflowed from their throats and bubbled out their noses, the feeding never stopped.
With their mouths blocked, they could only gurgle and cum, squirting juices—no other actions permitted.
Each time they climaxed, numbers floating on the helmet surfaces ticked up slightly. Those hitting over 100% were carried off somewhere by the moving belt.
Senior pressed her hand to the glass wall and pointed at them.
"These are the ones with strong minds that simple treatments won't fix.
They readjust their mentality 24 hours a day.
No need to worry—they get fed properly, and since most are smart Magical Girls, they quickly 'understand' and drop their mental barriers."
As Senior spoke, another Magical Girl climaxed and hit 100%.
With the sound of the belt moving, she too was carried off into the depths.
"So where do they go once they're done?"
"Usually to other departments.
You can't see it, but the Association's walls and floors have stuff constantly moving inside.
They can send objects or people exactly where needed, any amount."
As a spot opened up, a wall panel slid open, and new Magical Girls were loaded in to fill them. Among them was the one we'd seen in the Body Modification Room earlier.
She still had some defiance left—
even with her tear-streaked face, a faint resolve lingered in her eyes.
But as the helmet slowly descended,
fear seeped back over her expression.
And the moment the metal helmet fully clamped onto her head,
her body went limp like a switched-off toy.
The number on the helmet panel started above 50 right away.
"Combat-type Magical Girls are usually weak to this sort of thing."
As Senior said, her number shot up unbelievably fast.
It hit 100% before she'd even climaxed a few times.
Yet the device didn't move her to another room.
Instead, it climbed: 110... 120...
No end in sight.
"A light adjustment probably would've been enough... but she's from the Resistance, huh.
They're smashing every last bit of her will completely.
Lucy, you absolutely can't join a group like that."
"Yes. I won't."
Just moments ago, I'd felt sorry for her.
But hearing Senior's words, it suddenly seemed natural punishment for getting involved with such an illegal group.
If anything, this might be the Association correcting her properly.
That thought quickly settled the unease in my chest.
We'd only toured two departments, but lunchtime was already approaching.
Senior checked her watch and said lightly,
"Time to head out.
We can probably eat lunch in the Magic Examination Room.
Let's hurry before lunchtime hits."
She led the way down a long passage to the Association's deepest sector.
The security there was stricter than anywhere we'd seen.
Surveillance devices lined the walls, and at each of the multiple security doors sat figures wearing Researcher badges.
Arriving at the door, Senior dropped to her knees without hesitation and prostrated herself on the floor.
She pulled her high-leg aside, fully exposing her bare pussy and ass, and thrust her hips high.
Then she tilted her head forward slightly to show the barcode on the back of her neck clearly to the Researcher.
"Excuse me♡. I'm here for the newbie Lucy's magic check today."
Her voice was already flushed and trembling.
The Researcher approached casually, unzipped his pants without a word, and rammed his cock straight into Senior's pussy.
"Oh... perfect timing."
As he scanned the barcode on Senior's neck with his terminal and thrust his hips,
Senior let out pathetic cries and climaxed.
"Nyheheep♡ Haaang♡ Confirmed as a brainwashed suggestion slave like a pathetic retard♡"
The Researcher continued indifferently while using Senior's pussy.
"■■'s on the verge of forgetting that language right now.
If you'd been even a little later, we'd have had to dig into her brain for the words."
Senior shook her ass side to side and answered sweetly.
"Yeesss♡. Thank youuu♡."
The Researcher thrust deep into her a few more times.
Then he slowly pulled out. The withdrawal alone made Senior's pussy quiver as she squirted a long stream onto the floor. Still prostrated, she heaved her hips, panting.
The Researcher turned his still-hard cock toward me.
"Lunchtime's soon, so this'll be your meal instead. You learned table manners, right?"
Before his words even sank in, my body reacted first.
My knees buckled automatically. My jaw dropped, mouth opening wide.
"Beeee..."
Splurt, spluuurt—
Hot semen flooded my mouth.
I tilted my head back slightly like I'd learned yesterday, catching every drop without spilling. At the same time, my hand slid down to rub my clit hard.
Gulp gulp
"Higiieeeek♡ Meal climax completeee♡!!!"
My vision flashed white in an instant, legs giving out as I collapsed face-down on the floor. Juices trickled down my thighs.
Senior and I lay there panting, prostrated identically.
The Researcher shook off his hands expressionlessly and beckoned us.
Surrounding staff began binding us tightly like bugs.
And just like that, crawling on the floor like insects, we were dragged into the Magic Examination Room.