Chapter 3
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: Lewd Tattoo Imprinting
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Lucy trembled in fear as Senior spoke to her in a soothing tone.
"I hope there's no misunderstanding—the restraints are for your own good.
Now we're going to imprint the lewd tattoo, and even the toughest ones can't endure it without going completely feral."
"Lewd... tattoo?"
"Ah, I guess I should explain that first. Anyway, the restraints seem secure, so I'll release the stop command.
It's great for suppression, but it blocks all sensation, you see.
The ■■ folks find it no fun."
*Beep*
With that, the small signal sound rang out again, and sensation returned below her neck.
But her body was already perfectly restrained—not a single hair could twitch.
"The lewd tattoo is welfare for magical girls. It converts pain into pleasure.
Originally, ■■■-ssi would only imprint it right before death in hopeless battles,
but now every magical girl gets one by default."
Senior's gaze flickered for a moment, as if recalling someone, but she quickly shook her head lightly and continued.
"Fortunately, we've developed Experimental Subject 0 through research, and she imprints them all.
There are a few side effects, but they're minor, nothing to worry about.
I was uncomfortable at first, but now it's so convenient."
I asked worriedly at the mention of side effects.
"Side effects?"
Senior replied casually.
"First, any use of mana—even a little—causes sensitivity to skyrocket and sends you into heat.
You'll squirt nonstop just from killing small monsters and climax all day, but that's tolerable, right?"
"R... right?"
Magical girls strike monsters using mana. Without mana use, they're just durable, ageless females. But from Senior's words, that seemed like no big deal.
Even that magic mostly ran on mana based on the knowledge that came with awakening—with rare exceptions—but Senior's experience would help more than overnight enlightenment.
"Also, from now on, bodily fluids like squirt, love juices, and urine are endlessly generated by consuming mana, and the process keeps draining it, so every climax makes you more sensitive.
Solid waste is replaced by aphrodisiac lumps, so whenever you go, your organs soak in aphrodisiacs, then the contents evaporate into gas shortly after, absorbing every last bit your organs couldn't."
"So even with daily natural mana recovery, your pathetic body soaked in self-made aphrodisiacs will stay in constant mana-fueled heat and climaxing, blowing away the recovered mana!"
Hearing Senior, those minor side effects seemed trivial compared to the benefits. All magical girls fighting monsters must want it.
"And obviously, without the control chip's help, you can never use 'magic' again.
No orders? You gather mana for magic... and climax.
Then the control chip's punishment protocol activates, making you squirt to near-death right there before another magical girl recovers you for discipline—so be careful from now on."
I hadn't tried magic once yet, and felt a bit regretful.
Supposedly, you could instinctively use your granted magic from the moment of awakening,
but aside from sensing and using mana, nothing special had appeared for me.
"I... don't even know what my magic is yet..."
"Yeah, there are cases like that sometimes.
The granted magic is too complex,
or requires absurd conditions, so some don't even know what they have.
Don't worry—the Association has a 'beast' that can definitely identify it."
That oddly reassured me, yet felt deeply irreverent.
Noticing my expression sour, Senior cleared her throat lightly and spoke.
"Your pure reaction suggests it's not that, but if you're Resistance by any chance, I recommend dropping the mental barrier now.
This engraves the soul—flimsy stuff can't hold, and if you're lucky, vegetable state; unlucky, reserved spot next to Experimental Subject 0."
I didn't understand Senior's words.
Tilting my head at the unfamiliar terms, I asked back.
"Resistance? Mental barrier? Is that slang only magical girls know?"
"Yeah, a kid like you wouldn't. Forget that conversation and wait with a dumb face like before."
I instantly forgot Senior's recent words.
Senior was the proxy for the researcher now, so I had to obey.
"Yes..."
With my whole body restrained, I waited blankly for a while.
Finally prepared, the floor panel opened, and a new machine device rose with an iron-barred case.
The machine had a clamp-like tool and an ultra-thin, long metal rod mounted on a robotic arm.
The tip faintly glimmered pink, tremor-free for precise movement.
The case, meanwhile, rattled nonstop.
Moans and wet sounds came from inside, but I couldn't guess the beast.
Because it was packed too tight.
Made of iron bars to see inside somewhat,
but only protruding flesh was visible through the gaps.
"Clothes!? Congealed jade♡"
Occasional glimpses of nipples and a constantly climaxing, squirting pussy claimed the contents were a living female.
Anyone with a shred of affection—or pity—for a pet
wouldn't keep it in such a case.
Yet the owner seemed not just lacking affection,
but harboring hatred close to loathing.
The storage method was downright malicious.
"Now, Lucy, say hi. This is your senior, Experimental Subject 0."
"Kkuuiiiik!!!"
With Senior's words, the bars opened, revealing her compressed-to-survival-limit form.
Breasts and hips first burst out larger than her head, asserting presence,
while the crotch-buried head, gulping her own fluids to avoid suffocation, began thrashing her waist to return after long compression.
Her scream-accompanied full flop was wretched.
Hair faded beyond original color to mismatched white, soaked sticky in her own fluids.
Eyes wandered unfocused in void, once-beautiful face smeared in fluids, tears, saliva, leaking nonstop giggles.
Nose hooked pig-like, always snorting; ear canals wriggled with tiny tentacles showing presence.
Breasts and hips over half her size hindered her small frame's movement, and worst, no legs below knees—only arms remained.
"Th... that's too much."
Seeing the horrific sight, Lucy muttered unable to hold back. She wanted to rush to the pitiful woman, but her firm restraints allowed no movement.
Senior added awkwardly.
"0 was an early research subject... No proper suppression methods back then.
Records say she was handled harshly.
She had very unique magic, and researchers tried everything to develop her into now—lots of attempts.
But tech's advanced; no need to stuff tentacles in brains, torture via hostages til mental collapse, or mod to immobility. Easy to brainwash and manage now, so don't worry."
But my gaze stuck to her body.
Skin like a kid's first sketchbook, butchered in diverse graffiti patterns.
Especially heart-like ones glowed demonically—not ordinary scribbles.
"Then you two have fun. Senior has other duties; I'll come after imprinting.
By the way, engraving hurts like dying, so don't hold back—scream your lungs out and absolutely don't faint. That's an order. Got it?"
With that, Senior's monitor went dark, leaving only me and the poor woman in this tiny prison—no, examination room.
"Um... can you hear me?"
"Ohook?! Pussy pussy"
Had she lost human speech long ago? She repeated weird sounds, dragging her voluptuous body worm-like across the floor to lick remaining fluids.
"Pussy pussy gotta draw gotta draw."
"Eek! Stay away!"
As if scenting, she approached my restrained spot below, snorting,
placed a finger on my immobile belly.
That was it.
I blacked out... no, couldn't. Absolutely no losing consciousness—that was the order.
Somehow, I was screaming fountains of urine and squirt I thought I'd emptied.
"Kkuheeeuk huaaahhh kkuuaaaaah!!!"
I tried every plea.
"Sorry... please stop!!!
I'll do anything, anything!!"
"Pussy? Pussy good too!"
No communication.
With elegant handwork, she completed one stroke.
During that single stroke's engraving,
I learned bone-deep, without fainting, how much fluid the human body holds and the limit of bearable pain.