Chapter 13
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: Basic Training (1)
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Researchers sneered as they spoke.
Like people confirming the results of an experiment whose outcome was already decided.
"'Reenactment' feels more like memory reading—something akin to psychometry."
"If you could just specify the viewpoint and timeframe clearly, it'd be perfect for interrogations."
Even as their words flew back and forth, I lay there naked, fixed to the floor, simply catching my breath.
My hypersensitive clitoris trembled faintly against the cold floor with every tiny touch, and I could feel warm juices trickling steadily from between my spread legs.
Reenactment, huh.
Even before the researcher uttered the word,
I had already known its name.
The moment I recognized it from high up in the sky,
that name had flashed clearly in my mind.
"Any special notes go to post-conditioning observation."
"Examination ends here. Proceed with the newbie's education as scheduled. Where were we up to?"
Senior, still bound and rigid, replied in a coquettish whine.
"Yes♡ Researcher sir. Next up is the pleasure conditioning room, where we'll engrave her proper place."
With that, Senior and I—still restrained—began to be hooked back onto the stretcher.
"This recovered Goddess still has some ego left clinging on, so let's toss her in a punishment cell for a light century or so."
At those words, the Goddess—who had been eagerly licking the researcher's feet—froze in place.
"Eh? No more…♡ No... no more, I can't... if you're sending me there..."
Gulp.
"Ugyaaaaah♡ Ugeek♡ Nggooooot♡♡"
With a single button press, her eyes rolled back as she squirted wildly from every hole in her body.
Even from her nipple piercings, sealed tight, droplets of white fluid leaked out one by one. From her pussy, a thick mix of yellow and white oozed down.
The animal-tail plug blocking her rear finally popped free with a cheerful plink, pushed out bit by bit by the mild aphrodisiac slime churning inside her.
The researchers crammed the fully subdued Goddess into a special box.
Inside, her body was folded double—legs locked behind her head, arms bound alongside—leaving her utterly incapable of resistance.
The researchers began festooning her immobilized form with toys galore.
In place of the ejected plug, massive, brutal vibrators plunged relentlessly into her anus and pussy, filling them to bursting.
The dildo in her pussy featured jagged protrusions midway along its length, clearly designed to pulverize her G-spot.
Every scrape of those ridges sent her womb into spasms, her squirt flooding the box's bottom.
"Ugeek…♡ Uuuh…♡"
With each convulsion, the box filled with sticky, squelching sounds.
Her mouth was no exception—a dildo sized to reach her esophagus was forced down her throat.
A hose connected to a hole in its center allowed for semen injections.
"Ummph♡"
Her nose hooks stretched her nostrils to their limit; a hose snaked into one, leaving just a breathing hole in the other.
Beyond the hose waited a sticky fluid, the same color as the stuff I'd smeared on my clit.
Sizzle—
As soon as the liquid injected, white smoke billowed from the hole, and the Goddess thrashed like a woman possessed.
"Gruk♡ Gruuph♡"
Her clitoris—that ultimate weak point, now seemingly twice the size I'd glimpsed through magic—was encased in a capsule writhing with tentacles.
The tentacles coiled around her clit, burrowing inward as their sharp tips stabbed wildly.
Each scrape against her nerves triggered frenzied convulsions.
The moment the capsule made contact, her writhing nearly toppled the box sideways.
"Uuph!!! Uuuuph♡"
The researcher, looking irritated, mashed the button a couple more times and hooked a chain from her nipple piercings to a lightning-shaped fixture on the box wall.
Zzzzzap—!
"…"
Finally, to keep her from drowning in her own squirt, they sealed her pussy's juice hole with a single spiky tentacle strand.
The tentacle swelled ever so slightly as it slurped up her fluids—and clearly pissed off from the electrocution, it ravaged her urethra with brutal fury.
But she could thrash no longer.
In the box where even moans were impossible, only the hiss of evaporating aphrodisiac and the plip-plop of her tears filling the space could be heard.
The researchers sealed the now-silent box.
Its slide into the floor panel was the last sight from the examination room.
Once outside, the staff soon released our restraints.
Senior tugged her costume back into place over her exposed pussy, her expression utterly drained.
Stick—
The costume clung to her body once more, sharply outlining every curve. The squirt from moments ago still clung stickily to her inner thighs, glistening in the light.
I fumbled to redress as well.
But the instant the generated costume brushed my skin, my clitoris burned like it'd been lashed by a whip that never touched it.
"Hngik♡"
Even inside my pussy—untouchable behind the chastity belt—a bizarre, unprecedented tickle stirred.
For a split second, the lewd vision of the Goddess from my magic flickered in my mind.
"Alright, we've checked your magic. Time to hit the pleasure conditioning room—mandatory stop for every newbie."
Senior's words scattered the hazy scene like a mirage.
I replied quickly to senior, hoping she wouldn't notice my wandering thoughts.
"Yes, Senior. We don't have to go to any of those places we toured earlier, right?"
Senior took my arm, smiling softly as she pulled me along.
"That's right. In your case, Lucy, your common sense rewrite took perfectly, and your magic isn't combat-focused anyway—so no extra modifications. Just the basic conditioning every magical girl gets."
Relief washed over me. No needles in my soles or anus. No hellish full-body clit conversion like that other girl.
"What a relief..."
Senior stroked my head and whispered.
"Basic conditioning's more than enough to turn you into a completely worthless, life-ruining magical girl.
They'll probably take off your chastity belt there too. Just hold on a little longer."
My body shivered at her words.
Just the thought of finally using my pussy—already in heat from the lewd tattoo's effects—made my insides grow hotter and wetter without me even realizing.
Senior noticed, wrapping an arm around my waist and drawing me closer.
"Not yet♡ Let's be patient just a bit?"
After that, she led me back toward the lobby.
Passing the corridor, the painting of the Goddess came into view again.
Blonde hair shining like sunlight, a laurel crown on her beautiful face.
It no longer felt as sacred as my first glimpse.
The graffiti-scrawled version from the exam room somehow seemed more natural now.
We passed the lobby and arrived at the door to the pleasure conditioning room.
Even before it opened, a thick, sticky female musk assaulted my nose from the crack.
Senior—face a mix of fear and anticipation—pressed the button to open it.
Hiss—
The door swung open, unleashing a wave of hot, humid air laced with moans.
"Nngo♡ Resistance was pointless♡ Lost my whole life♡♡ Brain turned to mush♡ Every inch an erogenous zone—I'm so happyyy♡"
There, magical girls hung in endless rows, limbs locked to the walls.
Arms and legs pinned firm, asses thrust high, pussies fully bared in a line stretching into infinity.
"Nngiiiik♡ Former Resistance whole-body clit onahole—climaxed from my own moans♡♡♡ Ahhuk♡ Can't stop♡
Former Resistance..."
The restrained girls droned on mechanically, reporting their latest climaxes.
Their eyes were utterly unfocused, tongues lolling long as strings of drool and semen dripped to the floor.
The sight conjured memories of Scarlett masturbating in the dorm... and Senior offering her pussy to the researcher.
Back then, I'd thought it was just 'normal.'
Now I saw it for what it was: the basic rules every magical girl had to obey.
Clank—
As I gawked, gears meshed—and suddenly, Senior and I were restrained.
Wall panels had silently closed in, clamping our limbs tight.
"I... I'm the trainer here...♡"
Senior protested in a tiny voice, but the bonds held firm.
She didn't really expect release anyway.
Her eyes held a mix of faint fear and undeniable excitement.
The machine impassively secured our limbs at the wall's entry point, then withdrew.
Now we dangled like the rest: asses high, pussies fully exposed.
Senior panted beside me and whispered.
"Haa…♡ Normally, this is where they analyze and create endless weak spots on your body till you cum nonstop.
But since it's your first time, a researcher will probably come♡"
True to her word, Senior's pussy gaped open via speculum, inspection tools arrayed beneath.
A small hologram beside her displayed evaluations of her body's parts.
"Up again... my pussy...♡ even more worthless now...♡"
Senior let out a soft moan at the numbers.
Additional Modification Suggestion: Weak Point Creation.
Consider artificial G-spot via vaginal injection of aphrodisiac mass.
Checking current artificial vaginal sexual weak points.
All sensitivities rising. Suggest creating additional external weak points.
The cold mechanical voice droned on relentlessly, debating internally right in front of her—how to warp Senior's body into something horrific.
Senior trembled violently but offered no protest.
Her pussy quivered in terror instead, squirting wildly.