Chapter 7
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Meal
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As the machine retracted to its original position and the restraining bands released,
Scarlett's lips pursed in an exaggerated pout, and she immediately unleashed a torrent of complaints at Lucy.
"No way, seriously... Getting disciplined for something like this? That's ridiculous?
I'm so, so wronged."
Lucy floundered, at a loss, before cautiously speaking up.
"I'm sorry... it's all because of me, Sen... Scarlett."
Seeing her apologize only flustered Scarlett more, and she hurriedly waved it off.
"No! It's absolutely not your fault. The Association's just too inflexible.
Back in the day, they had to kill monsters in a specific way, but I just burned one to a crisp and got hauled in for it?"
Scarlett suddenly clapped a hand to her head and grimaced.
"Burn...? Ugh... Did I use my magic like that?"
She rummaged in a nearby drawer, pulled out a notebook, and started reading its contents aloud.
"Original name: Scarlett. Magic: Heating.
Can't ramp up to high temperatures—just creates a pleasant warmth exactly at my erogenous zones. A totally worthless spell.
Thanks to that, the researchers praised me as a heating onahole, and they named my specimen Automatic Heating Onahole."
After finishing, she smoothed out her scowl and continued.
"Ah, guess I misremembered. Anyway, the Association's petty as hell. Making a fuss over nothing. Like I said, my magic's Heating—what's yours?"
"I don't know yet. The senior who helped with the exam said the Association has a way to figure it out.
But... Scarlett, how did you first use your magic?"
"Oh, that? Hold this for a sec?"
"Kyaa!"
She pondered the question briefly, then shoved the notebook into my bare right hand before suddenly pulling me into a tight hug.
"Stay still! Ahhh♡ I'm channeling my magic power to help."
True to her word, she trembled violently, squirting from her pussy like a water gun. I felt my empty insides filling up, a ticklish sensation bubbling up from deep within.
"Now release the power from your right hand—just like that."
I followed Scarlett's instructions to the letter.
In that instant, all strength drained from my body,
and my vision slowly sank into pitch darkness.
"Not that side—the empty hand... Hnggg, magic power usage... I'm... Agyaa♡♡"
Magic Name: Heating
A destructive magic with a history of incinerating a massive monster dispatched under the order "Endure it."
Once activated, the flames persist even if the Magical Girl loses consciousness.
Danger level: High—capable of affecting the soul.
Correction complete. Specimen name: Automatic Heating Onahole registered.
Flash
I opened my eyes to a bizarre sensation.
Glancing around, I saw Scarlett wiping up her spilled pussy juices.
"Ah damn... Not the soaked hand... the other one... Hng... like I told you..."
Once she finished cleaning, she stood and snatched the notebook clutched in my hand.
"If that was dangerous magic, my personal notebook almost got blasted!"
She pretended to pat it down vigorously.
"Um... my right hand's the wet one."
"What are you talking about? The right hand's right here..."
She held up her own hand, then realization dawned.
Her face flushed beet red like a ripe tomato, but she quickly played it off.
"So, did you figure out your magic?
Anyway, doesn't seem combat-oriented—my notebook's intact!"
I racked my brain, peering into her notebook. The contents matched exactly what she'd read earlier.
"Th... this notebook's from the Association, right?"
"Huh? Yeah. They gave it to me when I officially became a full-fledged Magical Girl.
So, still no feel for your magic?"
Then it was definitely a hallucination on my part. The Association's records were far more trustworthy than my personal hunch.
"Yeah. Nothing special. Must be some complex spell."
"Don't sweat it. The Association's stingy, but they've never been wrong about magic—accurate as the Goddess herself!"
Her words bordered on blasphemy, but her obvious intent to console me kept it from irking.
Just then, the broadcast blared.
Dong dong
"Magical Girls, dinner time begins now. Please complete your meals via the designated method."
"Designated method?"
I voiced my confusion at the unfamiliar phrase.
"It's your first day, so eat with me. Come on, follow."
She opened the door and stepped into the hall, where Magical Girls of all sorts bustled about. Each bore a faintly glowing lewd tattoo on her lower abdomen, striding with half-lidded, aroused eyes—a sight to behold.
"Quit gawking and hurry up. Get there late, and no spots left."
Caught staring slack-jawed at the lewd display, I felt Scarlett tug my arm.
Tailing her led to a chamber resounding with obscene moans and wet slurps from every direction.
"This is the cafeteria. Kinda chaotic, but the food skyrockets your magic power."
There, Magical Girls sprawled face-down on the floor, faces buried in food slathered with semen-like white sticky fluid and clumps of golden jelly, scarfing it down ravenously.
They gulped it down while arching their backs sharply, asses thrust high—one hand ceaselessly working their pussies in masturbation. Each lap of the tongue rang out sticky smacks, white globs trickling from lips and chins to thicken fresh puddles on the floor.
Familiar with the scene, Scarlett claimed a spot and explained.
"First, grab a meal tray and dispense per the rules. You and I are on mouth-pussy serving course."
The tray resembled a round dog bowl in design, but as Association gear, it had to be superior to ordinary ones.
"I'll demo—watch and copy."
The station she led me to was a floor-mounted chair with a round hole precisely at mouth level when seated.
Like a veteran, she dropped to her knees, slotted the tray into the dispenser below, then sealed her lips tightly around the hole and waited.
The adjacent machine whirred smoothly, clamping her nape firmly and locking her head flush to the hole.
Something began thrusting in and out of her throat.
"Hng... Hngg...!"
Eyes squeezed shut, she tilted her head back to endure.
It drove deeper and deeper, stuffing her throat full before withdrawing slowly, then plunging again in relentless repetition.
Shlrp shlrp—slurp—shlrp shlrp—
Scarlett's cheeks hollowed and ballooned rhythmically, saliva streaming down her chin. She gagged now and then—"Gack!"—but the invader inside never paused.
"Mnggh...! Hnggg...!!"
Suddenly, her cheeks ballooned massively in a blink. Overflowing with contents, pristine white liquid dribbled from the corners of her mouth. Tears welled in her eyes, yet she held out till the end.
"Beeee."
As the thing battering her cheeks withdrew, she gaped her mouth, holding the load without swallowing.
After a short wait, her tray—now laden with golden jelly—emerged from the dispenser.
Without hesitation, she hawked the mouthful onto the tray.
Splat! Sticky white mingled with golden jelly, completing the meal the other Magical Girls devoured.
White strands still dangling from her lips, she panted and turned to me.
"Your turn now. Hurry, or it cools? I'll wait—let's eat together."
A vague revulsion and nausea surged to my throat, but dubbing this the "Magical Girls' designated dining method," I knelt meekly.
Gack—
"Beeee."
Once the repulsive ordeal ended, I received the same "food" as her. Mindful of my endless gagging, she patted my back while scouting an eating spot.
Spotting a floor patch bristling with cameras, she called it prime real estate, yanked me over, and flopped face-down.
"I'll teach you the eating rules too. No hands is 'common sense'—you get that?"
"Yes, it was in the Association rulebook."
True to her word, the Association crammed even dining etiquette into the rulebook. Meticulous to a fault.
"Figured you knew the basics. Still, reading's no substitute for seeing—so here's the proper rundown once."
With that, Scarlett plunged her face into her tray like she couldn't hold back another second, shoveling food frantically.
One hand dove to her pussy, grinding her clit fiercely until she quivered on climax's edge—then squirted wildly while gulping a massive mouthful.
"Haaaah♡ Meal climax... compleeeete♡"
Limp from the aftershocks, she wobbled before face-planting into her tray, that dog bowl.
Even amid the bubbling, viscous liquid sending up frothy bubbles, her tongue wriggled relentlessly, licking clean—proof of its insane addictiveness.
"So, first bite? Thank the providers with a climax—mandatory.
Tough starting out, but essential to train your pussy into one that cums reflexively every swallow later.
Eat every scrap without leftovers, and you're done! Dig in—enjoy your first meal."
That said, she dove into her feast and fingering like a beast unchained.
Lucy dropped to her trembling knees, sprawling face-down on the floor.
Her tray sat nose-close, brimming with semen-like white sticky sludge, golden jellies bobbing atop.
The viscous stench stabbed her nostrils. Lucy drew a deep breath, slid one hand to her pussy, and began rubbing her clit—the sole spot she could touch—with fierce intensity.
"Haaa♡ Haa♡"
Her hips bucked on instinct. Teetering on climax, she smashed her face into the tray, scooping a huge glob of sticky food.
Gulp—
"Ngggaaah♡ Meal climax... compleeeeete♡!"
Squirting in a gush, Lucy shuddered face-planted into the tray, commencing her inaugural meal.