Chapter 4
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: Performance Test
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Unfortunately, the imprinting took much longer than expected.
All the fluids from my body had been drained out, and only when I was too exhausted to even scream did aly glowing heart-shaped pattern finally settle into place on my lower abdomen.
"Hii... Hiiih..."
"Beee slurp slurp."
Unlike me, whose throat was wrecked and voice barely worked, she—who had finished the imprinting—crawled across the floor again, cleaning up my shameful traces with her tongue.
Of course, she had also climaxed repeatedly while using her magic, drooling pussy juices everywhere, so there was no way she could clean properly.
By the time she had replaced all my traces with her own saliva and juices, only to chase after those new ones, the monitor flickered back on with a burst of static.
"Sorry, I kept you waiting. But at least you got a little rest in the meantime, so that's good."
Senior reappeared on the monitor, drenched in sweat like she'd just finished an intense workout, with some hair stuck to her lips.
"The imprint looks like it worked fine. I'm... hngh... just a bit... hiiik ughhh♡ right now."
Suddenly, a naked researcher in a loosely draped white coat appeared behind Senior, groping her breasts.
"I heard you failed the 'Suggestion' this time. I came to help out since ■■ was pissed about it."
"Hngh, but in return, you granted me command privileges, and the newbie still needs delicate handling b-because she's a vi-mmph!"
The man behind her grabbed Senior's hair for her cheeky backtalk and shoved his cock into her mouth.
Slurp slurp—
Senior sucked it lovingly now, as if she'd never resisted. He sat in her seat, receiving her service as he spoke.
"Alright then, I'll take over the instructions. First, get rid of that disgusting sow.
Experimental Subject 0, return to your pen."
"Buhiiiik!"
No sooner had he spoken than she shuddered violently on the floor, letting out a beastly squeal.
After that, she crawled to a corner of the room as if she'd heard something terrifying, curled up, and muttered in a small voice.
"I did as I was told... I did as I was told... I did as—ngooot!?"
"Talking like a person again. Go back and prepare for your punishment."
The man pressed a button from his pocket with a look of contempt. Her ear tendrils thrashed wildly, and soon her eyes rolled back as drool poured from her mouth.
"Uuuuuaah?"
Having lost consciousness, she was soon dragged by mechanical arms rising from the floor to the front of our pen.
The man on the screen waited patiently, as if anticipating an amusing show, without putting her straight into the pen. After a bit, the tendrils slowed, and as she regained consciousness, the arms finally shoved her inside.
"Nooo!!! I don't wanna go back in thereeee!!!!!"
"Good. I'll let them know you still have some fight left."
Despite her desperate screams, the mechanical arms mercilessly folded her up and crammed her into the tight space. Even after the pen closed, compressing her to the point she couldn't speak, she shook it in resistance.
Crackle—
But after the arms zapped the pen with electricity a few times, yellow liquid leaked out, and she went still.
With that, she vanished back into the floor. Watching intently to the end, the man grabbed Senior's head mid-service and thrust vigorously before ejaculating.
Senior lifted her head from her servicing position, showing her mouth full of overflowing white fluid she hadn't swallowed.
"Beee."
"Good girl. You can swallow now. Then keep servicing."
Hearing that, Senior finally gulped it down, working her mouth.
Gulp.
Immediately after, she trembled in climax, squirting on the floor, but without a care, she took the man's cock back into her mouth.
"Haha. Your ugly look really is the best.
What was I saying again?"
The man continued treating Senior like a pet and addressed me. Unable to hold back, I snapped at him.
"Even as a researcher, those violent orders seem problematic!
I'll file a formal complaint after the exam."
Hearing that, he stared blankly as if I'd told an absurd joke, then burst out laughing, clutching his stomach.
"Sorry, sorry. I've got a grudge against that sow, you see. Just seeing her face pisses me off a bit. I apologized, so forget my little outburst?"
"Yes."
If he'd apologized, there was nothing to be done. A researcher personally apologizing—pursuing it further as a magical girl would be the weird thing. I erased the memory from my mind like that.
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"So, the imprinting's done now. Just a few more procedures, and today's exam is over."
"Hik."
I jolted awake at the unfamiliar voice. The monitor was back on before I knew it, but now a different researcher sat there instead of Senior.
The woman he used as a footrest looked vaguely familiar, but that was none of my concern.
"Don't tell me you fell asleep during the exam? You should've been told that's not allowed. No slacking on your first day."
Right. I'd clearly been ordered not to sleep on the footrest—no, on Senior—but I'd disobeyed. That was blatant misconduct. I should bow my head and spread my pussy to apologize properly, but realizing my body was restrained, I apologized verbally instead.
"...I'm sorry."
Looking around after apologizing, the sow—no, Experimental Subject 0—who had imprinted the lewd tattoo on me was gone.
It had been agonizing enough during the imprinting to make me murderous,
but I felt ashamed for those fleeting thoughts of killing her, even knowing I shouldn't.
Above all, she'd endured my abuse and filth silently to complete the process. I should have at least thanked her afterward...
I felt a twinge of pity for the poor girl.
"Did the one who imprinted it go back? I wanted to pass on my thanks."
"You're grateful even after that?"
"She must've worked hard dealing with crazy newbies like me. I'd like to thank her."
At my words, the researcher's expression twisted slightly. Not hiding his discomfort, he replied.
"Really? You really want to thank her that badly?"
"Yes?"
"Then I'll make sure to pass it on. Shall we start the additional procedure?"
He grinned ominously and began adjusting the devices in front of him. The footrest tried to say something, but when he shoved his shoe into her pussy, moans burst from her mouth instead of words.
"There are still some tools we haven't used, right? Aren't you curious what they are?"
He asked, but didn't wait for my answer, continuing on his own.
"Once you get a lewd tattoo, it's usually permanent for life. But rare cases pop up sometimes.
Like Resistance bitches ripping it off their souls in their right minds, or those whose magic resists, letting their souls slip free."
As he explained, I'd been lowered close to the floor and restrained. The same device that had appeared with the subject earlier slowly approached my pussy.
The idea of someone removing such a convenient lewd tattoo themselves—I couldn't believe there were such stupid magical girls.
"That's why they made this.
It's not common, but since you don't know magic yet and you're a special case, I'll authorize an extra measure just for you."
Then, a device like a speculum spread my pussy wide and locked it open. It carefully slid a thin metal rod inside me.
"Kyaa! What's going in there?!"
"Don't worry. I'll watch over you at first. This is pretty high-tech.
It was made by the famous first magical girl you know, Arisa, so it'll avoid your hymen and reach your womb."
As he said, the device plunged steadily into my spread insides, tapping at my cervix. The eerie sensation made me struggle, but the restraints held firm.
"Hiiik."
Soon, it found the entrance, and with a sensation I'd never felt before, the device settled into my deepest place.
A small monitor nearby displayed an image of the lewd tattoo from my belly.
"Now we'll carve the same tattoo inside your womb.
It's some theory about multiple lewd tattoo imprinting, but in short,
even if one fades, it references the others and automatically reapplies itself.
And we'll erase your memory of this too."
"Why would I ever...?"
Psssh—
It hit me.
The pleasure tremor starting from my womb slammed into my brain without warning, and before I could finish speaking, my pussy was squirting like a water gun.
"Because of the existing lewd tattoo, even lasering the tattoo onto your womb walls with aphrodisiac dye will just feel good?"
"Hnggh♡ hgkyakyakyaa♡"
I wasn't in any state to reply. Fireworks exploded endlessly inside me nonstop, experiencing continuous orgasms for the first time in my life.
Climaxing and squirting tidal waves, the recoil used my magic, triggering another climax. The pain of lasering my womb walls with aphrodisiac and laser turned into exquisite pleasure.
Going over and over, climaxes etched themselves across my body. The lewd tattoo relentlessly punished my magic use, making my body ever more sensitive.
But as the intense squirting dehydrated me, the lewd tattoo immediately used my magic to replenish the fluids.
Then punished the magic use again.
My body entered an infinite loop, using my own magic as fuel to degrade into vulgarity without end.
Even as my womb was seared with aphrodisiac, I could only moan in endless pleasure.
"Ah, that bitch just got sent back to the punishment room. I'll go pass on your thanks, so take the rest of the exam well."
With that, the researcher pulled his shoe from Senior's pussy, wiped it on the now-unconscious Senior's tongue, and left.