Chapter 9
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: Guided Tour (1)
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“All Magical Girls, rise and report your status immediately.”
An emotionless mechanical tone forced us awake in place of an alarm.
Scarlett and I opened our eyes at the same time. Our bodies reacted first. We had to strictly follow the Association's schedule, after all.
Scarlett spoke up first, her voice still thick with sleep.
“The Automatic Heating Onahole conducted self-development on her flat chest before sleep. One drop of the provided aphrodisiac was administered per nipple, leading to continuous orgasms right up to the brink of death until she lost consciousness. Even now, chilling electric currents keep flowing from her nipples. Just staying still puts her on the edge of climax.”
As she spoke, she couldn't tear her eyes away from her reddened, swollen nipples, her hips trembling.
I followed with a quivering voice.
“I'm Lucy... Before bed, I dripped one drop of aphrodisiac on my clitoris as instructed. Contrary to the note that it was 'no big deal,' I lost control right there, wetting myself and collapsing, barely crawling to the sleep chair. Even now... a mere breeze feels like it could make me cum. Without the chastity belt, I'd probably be masturbating like a monkey all day right here.”
Once the report ended, the sleep chair returned to its original position, releasing the restraints.
Scarlett let out a big yawn as she got up.
“Good morning, Lucy.”
“Good morning to you too, Scarlett.”
I smiled back. Living with a friend my age was more enjoyable than I'd expected.
At that moment, the TV panel in our room flickered, spitting out the Dorm Supervisor's voice.
“Lucy and S... whatever, oh, the warm pussy one, right? Your developments are iffy, so I'm granting aphrodisiac excretion permission. Do it now.”
The moment I heard that, regardless of my will, a hot surge escaped from my rear. Scarlett's face flushed as she expelled a colorless white slime mass.
The slime evaporated instantly upon contact with the air. But its traces lingered, etched into every wrinkle around her anus.
“Kuhuu♡ Hiiik♡”
For the first time, I felt insane pleasure surging from my asshole.
The clean passage, untouched by foreign objects since becoming a Magical Girl, was now relined with aphrodisiac slime, transformed into a lewd hole.
Moreover, the evaporated slime had turned to gas, seeping into my lungs—now, every breath made my pussy drip.
“Kuh♡ Excretion complete. Thank you, Dorm Supervisor Researcher.”
While I was still dazed from my first anal orgasm, Scarlett bowed dogeza-style toward the panel and expressed her gratitude. It was amusing to see her thank them for permission to turn her own body into a wrecked, obscene flesh toy.
“...Thank you, Dorm Supervisor Researcher.”
But without excretion permission, the accumulated slime would stew her digestive tract into an even stickier, more pathetic mess. Magical Girls branded with Lewd Tattoos had no choice from the start.
Satisfied, the panel fell silent afterward.
Scarlett wobbled over on shaky legs and operated the TV panel. The Association's assigned schedule appeared on screen.
Breakfast time and the day's agenda were neatly laid out.
Scarlett: Regional patrol and Monster extermination.
Me: Magic examination and basic body modification.
It was a perfectly ordinary daily schedule, nothing out of place.
One question lingered: Was it normal for Monsters to appear during patrols?
Why were their appearance times listed in such detail?
“I need to head out a bit early. Enjoy breakfast, and if your magic gets revealed, make sure to tell me, okay?”
Scarlett rushed out to start her morning patrol.
I headed alone to the breakfast area.
Thanks to my clit being hypersensitive to the extreme, breakfast ended far quicker than expected.
The instant semen filled my mouth, my fingertips brushed my sensitized clit, and I came right away.
“Uuuungh♡ Breakfast climax completeee!!♡♡”
The cafeteria had constant foot traffic, doors opening and closing, letting in gusts of wind. Every brush of air against my clit made my hips buck involuntarily.
One bite, two bites... Without even touching, pussy juices streamed down my thighs.
As I swallowed the last bite, I mustered the courage to pinch my clitoris.
I collapsed face-down, ass in the air, squirting three times in a row. Beastly moans echoed down the hall.
“Hiiiiiik♡ Nguuuuuuuh!!!!♡ Haaak Ugek♡ Huuu...”
For a while, my legs were too weak to stand.
A bit later, I finally rose on trembling legs and looked down at my drenched, glistening pussy, the chastity belt ring protruding with my rigidly erect clit poking out.
My clit still throbbed; a mere breeze triggered another small orgasm.
“What am I gonna do about this... Huun♡”
Bracing for even more sensitivity, I adjusted my costume skirt to maximum length.
Lucky there were no panties underneath. Association rules weren't made carelessly, after all.
With the hem reaching mid-thigh, I could finally breathe a little.
I looked around in front of the dorm for the Senior.
“Over here! Good morning, Lucy junior!”
A soft, reliable voice paired with a smile pouring like sunlight.
The green-haired Senior from yesterday's monitor waved with one hand.
“Good morning, Senior.”
She nodded and smiled at my greeting.
“Sleep well? Today we're touring the Association with me, then heading to your magic exam.”
She fell naturally into step beside me. Leaving the dorm, the Association building's outer walls filled our view—a massive site larger than any apartment complex.
We entered the lobby slowly, which I hadn't properly seen amid yesterday's rush. A massive portrait of a beautiful woman welcomed us.
“Oh, that's the famous Goddess, right?”
“Yep. It's a depiction of her when she descended to grant wishes.
One of the few authentic pieces, crafted by a Magical Girl with image-manifestation magic at the time.”
The Senior bowed her head slightly in respect, and I followed suit.
“...My apologies.”
?
I thought I heard the Senior mutter something softly,
but she quickly moved on to say it was time to tour the facilities.
Whatever it was slipped from my mind right away.
Despite the vast space, areas for Magical Girls were quite limited; the rest was for Researchers' personal studies, which made sense immediately.
The Senior showed me around various spots, introducing places I'd use.
The body modification room echoed nonstop with Magical Girls' horrific screams.
It was for irreversible alterations. Mainly to create weaknesses for physical-type Magical Girls or remodel erogenous zones into bodies incapable of combat.
“Shall we start the tour here?”
“Yes...”
I didn't resist her words and opened the door.
A horrific scream hit me square in the face the moment it swung open.
“Uwaaaagh!! Stop!!! Please stooop!!!”
On the operating table inside, a naked Magical Girl was fixed with her legs splayed 180 degrees.
Two Researchers repeatedly stabbed syringes with tiny needles into the soles of her feet—plunge, plunge.
Each injection made the area swell red and twitch uncontrollably.
“Each stab turns one point into clit-root-level sensitivity. It's for speed-based combat Magical Girls.”
The Senior whispered in my ear, pulling me back slightly.
She seemed to have been caught after operating outside the Association—her mana control was expert, like wielding a brush, but her belly bore vicious scars instead of a Lewd Tattoo.
Finally, she morphed her mana into a key, inserted it into the seal, and detonated it, shredding the restraint bands.
“Restraints like these...!”
She staggered up and planted her foot on the floor.
Thud—
“Hugak♡!!!!”
Her eyes rolled back white, legs giving out. Urine and tide gushed like a waterfall; she toppled forward.
“It's just the soles normally, but you saw that rebellion, right?”
“Puhuhu, that was reeeally~ dangerous.”
The Researchers didn't hide their sneers as they hoisted her unconscious form back onto the table.
Then they jammed the same syringes deep into her anus.
She regained consciousness several times after, but the instant the Researcher's finger tensed inside her anus, she'd wail pathetically and pass out again.
The Researchers used her aggression as an excuse to etch that fatal weakness into active parts like hands and tongue.
Eventually, even screaming to climax made her clamp her mouth shut, weeping miserably to stifle moans.
Deeming her subdued enough,
one gripped her waist firmly and roughly thrust into her spread pussy.
“Kuu... Huuu...♡”
Hundreds of 'clits' carved across her soles, anus, fingers, tongue, and body amplified each thrust dozens of times over.
“Hugyaaaaah♡♡♡!!”
Her eyes rolled back white.
She didn't seem to feel any sexual pleasure from the sex.
Clenching a fist? Each finger joint brushed, another orgasm.
Screaming to shake it off? Tongue hit the roof of her mouth, another orgasm.
In the end, she could do nothing.
Just tears streaming as she lay there, mouth slightly agape, trembling like a broken doll, yielding to the Researcher's movements.
“Magical Girls without Lewd Tattoos are basically criminals, so be careful.
Especially in combat—they might get subdued before the Monsters.”
“Yes... But can a pathetic Magical Girl like me, branded with a Lewd Tattoo, be of any help?”
“Hmm, honestly, a body that lewd isn't cut out for direct fighting.
But in battle, enemies hesitate to kill a defenseless meat shield outright.
So even lewdly modified Magical Girls like you are valuable assets to the Association.”
The Senior said this with a bright smile.
Then, as if nothing happened, she led me onward to see more of the Association's 'wonderful' facilities.