Chapter 23
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 23
Chapter Title: Dormitory's Second Day (2)
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Scarlett leaned a little into my arm as we walked down the hallway. She wasn't fully relying on me, but every time her steps faltered, her weight shifted naturally onto me. I adjusted my pace slightly to match her rhythm.
"Are you okay?"
I asked because it felt like things would get even more awkward if I didn't say something.
"Yeah. Still a bit dizzy."
Scarlett answered casually, but her footsteps were still unsteady.
The dormitory hallway was filling up with Magical Girls of all sorts, as expected for dinnertime.
They were all dressed in leotard-style costumes, the thin fabric clinging tightly to their skin, clearly outlining their nipples, clits, and the piercings meant for suppression.
Some made faint sticky sounds between their thighs with every step. The crotches of their leotards were already soaked dark with arousal, turning translucent, and their clit piercings swayed slightly, sending little shivers through their bodies.
The air was thick with the mingled scents of aphrodisiacs, pussy juices, and sweat—sweet and heavy.
Everyone carried the lingering traces of the tutoring sessions, violations, or masturbation that had just ended.
I kept my eyes forward as we walked, but I could feel the faint tremors transmitted through my arm.
"Is this pace... okay?"
I asked carefully.
"Yeah. Perfect."
Her short reply came back.
A brief silence followed. Strangely, it wasn't uncomfortable. It was just time spent walking together, feeling each other's warmth and breaths.
"Today was kinda unlucky."
Scarlett spoke first, her tone close to a grumble.
"Still... good thing you didn't get hurt too badly."
"Yeah. If she hadn't shown up when she did, it might've been pretty dangerous."
She let out a small laugh but quickly closed her mouth, as if catching her breath.
The entrance to the hallway leading to the cafeteria came into view, and the air shifted. The lights grew a bit brighter, and a familiar smell wafted faintly. Scarlett paused for a moment.
"Hold on."
She took a deep breath. Then she said curtly,
"Let's go."
"Okay."
I nodded and matched her steps again.
An authentication beep sounded at the cafeteria entrance, and the door slid open. A wave of lewd noises rushed out from inside. Scarlett stepped in first, and I naturally followed close beside her.
We stood by the door for a moment, scanning the surroundings. Unlike yesterday when we'd arrived early at her lead, dinner had already been going for a bit.
A long line had formed at the entrance, with Magical Girls streaming in steadily from the end of the hallway. Their expressions were all remarkably similar.
Occasionally, you'd hear someone unconsciously run their tongue over their teeth or swallow hard.
"Gonna be crowded if we go in now."
"Should we wait a bit?"
I asked, but she shook her head.
"Nah, if we drag it out, we'll end up on cleaning duty."
We joined the line amid the cacophony of obscene moans and slurping sounds echoing everywhere.
The line inched forward. As our turn approached, we grabbed trays shaped like dog bowls, just like yesterday, and headed to the oral training course.
Slurp... slurp—
With those vulgar noises, we received our dinner in the now-familiar way. The food that had made me grimace yesterday with its fishy, sticky taste felt sweetly exquisite today, rich like the finest delicacy. Now, just the smell of semen made my pussy throb and grow wet.
Scarlett paused her masturbating hand midway to catch her breath before resuming her meal. Her leotard crotch was already drenched and glistening with juices, and every time she licked the tray, clear liquid dripped down her inner thighs.
"Hah...♡ Dinner orgasm complete...♡"
She panted the words. Licking the semen from her lips with her tongue looked so natural.
The meal ended quicker than expected.
After licking the tray spotless, Scarlett panted as she looked at me.
"Haaah♡ Taste good today?"
I checked the spilled semen and slowly nodded.
"Yes... way better than yesterday."
We returned our trays and left the cafeteria, the lascivious moans fading behind us. The moment we stepped into the hallway, the air felt much lighter. Scarlett could walk on her own now without support.
"Fully recovered! Though I should rest a bit more."
"Glad to hear it. No pushing yourself today."
But she was still tired, so conversation was sparse on the way back—just a few short exchanges, filled mostly by footsteps and ventilation hums.
Back on our dorm floor, the hallway was quiet. Scarlett paused at the door to catch her breath, then pressed the authentication panel. The door opened, and familiar lighting flickered on.
"Lucy, like you said, I'm not moving anymore today."
She said curtly.
"Yeah. Shower and crash for the night."
I replied as I stepped inside.
We headed together to the cramped shower capsule.
"Hiiik♡ Cumming from the automatic heating onahole cleaning orgasm!!!"
"Ngh♡ You don't need to clean there... Hik♡ Haaah... I came. I came, so... Ngiiik♡"
We both climaxed simultaneously while scrubbing our bodies' sensitive spots. The shower capsule filled with panting and the patter of water.
The warm air dried our bodies, and when the capsule opened, we slumped straight to the floor. We steadied each other briefly before walking side by side.
"Well, a little time left before lights out, but nothing much to do. We decided to skip training today."
Scarlett rolled her neck once as she spoke. She claimed full recovery, but the fatigue lingered in her voice.
"But just sitting around blankly sucks."
I glanced around and pointed to the reading room at one end.
"How about there? It's quiet, comfy to sit in. We can chat and relax."
"Chat?"
Scarlett narrowed her eyes at me.
"Yeah. On days like today... stuff besides training."
I insisted firmly.
Scarlett hesitated a moment, then smirked.
"Girl talk or something?"
Her tone was teasing, but not rejecting.
"Something like that."
I grinned back and turned my steps.
I forcibly plopped the now-fluffy Scarlett down in the reading room.
Scarlett asked,
"So, what first?"
I nodded and slowly opened my mouth.
"What's the Resistance exactly? Today... I saw a Magical Girl from the Resistance getting educated."
"Hm..."
She took a short breath before answering.
"The Resistance are Magical Girls who awakened but didn't join the Association. They operate independently and don't follow orders."
"The power the Goddess gave us is meant to fight Monsters, right?"
"But they use it however they want. Where, on whom, how— all on their own judgment."
I nodded quietly.
"So that's why they're deemed illegal."
"Yeah. From the Association's view, they're extremely dangerous."
Scarlett continued matter-of-factly.
"No control, no records, no chain of command. No one to take responsibility if something happens. So to Magical Girls out in combat, they're top priority targets."
A silence fell.
Her ruthless explanation weighed down the air.
I fidgeted with my fingers and asked,
"I might end up handling interrogations...
If it's just peeking into bad people's memories, that can't be too bad, right?"
Scarlett thought for a moment, then placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Don't overthink it.
Sure, some Resistance fight Monsters, but they're still a lawless bunch at heart."
"...Okay."
Her words eased the lingering guilt in my chest a bit.
Buoyed by her encouragement, I recalled the scene that had been nagging at me.
The treatment of the Resistance Magical Girl, the magic examination room, the monitors, the blonde livestock inside.
Even the casual words the researchers used.
My budding questions kept piling up endlessly.
"Then, could I ask about the livestock in the magic examination room too?"
Scarlett's gaze flickered for a brief moment. It was short, but unmistakable.
She quickly tilted her head with a nonchalant expression.
"Oh. That one?"
"Yeah... My memory's fuzzy now, but I swear I've seen her somewhere."
My words trailed off naturally. Trying to explain the reason felt like it slipped right out of my grasp.
Only an uncomfortable lump remained in my throat.
Scarlett fell silent for a bit, then slouched lazily against the chair back.
"Association records say... it's like a mascot."
"There's that theory that Monsters or even the Goddess come from human imagination.
So maybe symbols pop up for what people think of as 'Magical Girl'."
She added casually.
"Well... it looks pretty human, but the Association says it's not, so everyone grumbles but accepts it. A Truth Magic Magical Girl even proved it's not human."
'Not human.'
The phrase felt unnaturally natural.
But if it was really just a mascot, why did it feel so familiar? I still couldn't place it.