Chapter 4
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: Underground Level 13 (2)
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Underground Level 13 was lined with dozens of cylindrical culture tanks, each containing the silhouettes of women with hair in every color imaginable, floating silently within.
Camilla lightly swirled the wine glass in her hand, watching the red liquid trickle down the glass walls.
Her gaze lingered on the wine, but her attention was entirely fixed on the manager standing behind her.
'Prism Pink sensed it? What nonsense.'
She brought the glass to her lips and scoffed inwardly.
Magical Girls, especially named ones like Pink, had minds as unbreakable as steel.
They might yield to pain, but they didn't crumble easily to pleasure.
And yet, she was screaming in ecstasy from something as simple as an electric prod and vibrations? At the touch of some unremarkable guy who didn't stand out?
Camilla's eyes narrowed. She'd weeded out plenty of 'actors' like this before.
Those who, for whatever reason, hadn't fallen to their brainwashing.
On the surface, they praised the Demon King and swore loyalty, but inside, they dreamed of rebellion or came to rescue old lovers.
They hesitated at crucial moments, or acted too cruelly, too excessively, giving themselves away.
This wasn't the real Underground Level 13.
It was a set built from an abandoned waste storage room in the corner of Level 5, infused with powerful magic to simulate brainwashing.
The real original first-generation Magical Girls were sealed deep in the Demon King's castle, in a place no one could access.
They weren't beings some lowly manager could just meet.
But to catch a rat, you needed believable bait.
"Come closer and take a look."
Camilla nodded toward the massive capsule in the center.
I swallowed hard and took a step forward.
My heart pounded like it was about to shatter my ribs and burst out.
The legendary Magical Girl Solaris. Humanity's final shield and hope.
Right before my eyes was that radiant golden hair and the sun-emblazoned armor I'd seen on TV screens ten years ago.
Inside the capsule, she was nearly naked, in a state of seminudity.
Her full breasts, slender waist, and the curve flowing to her hips were perfect, like a sculpture.
Her arms were bound to a cross-shaped frame, and between her legs, a thick tentacle was buried deep, writhing slowly.
Her once-glorious golden locks floated like jellyfish in the solution.
"Whoa..... amazing....."
A dumb exclamation slipped from my lips. It wasn't acting.
It was an instinctive reaction to her overwhelming beauty.
But then—
"Hey, Jinwoo. Wipe your drool. You're embarrassing yourself."
Nipple's mocking voice echoed in my head.
"That's a fake."
'.....What?'
I nearly froze for a split second, then quickly twisted my lips into a sleazy grin.
'Fake? What are you talking about?'
"Look closely. Check the breast shape. You can smell the silicone from here. And that hair—it's not real, it's nylon. I sniffed Solaris on the battlefield ten years ago, so I know. She doesn't have a whiff of solar energy; just cheap rubber stink."
I peered closer, following his words.
Her skin, swaying in the solution, was too smooth.
No pores at all—just 'manufactured' skin.
And crucially, the tiny mole that should have been on the lower left side of her abdomen was missing.
A physical trait only shared among diehard fans.
My mind went ice-cold in an instant.
A trap. Of course they wouldn't give a nobody manager like me a real shot like this.
Camilla was testing me.
If I'd wailed "Lady Solaris!" or tried to save her, my head would've been rolling on the floor right then.
If I'd called out "This is fake!", her sharp eyes would've suspected my perceptiveness, and I'd be dragged to the torture chamber.
What would a real brainwashed manager do here?
I gaped wide and pressed my face against the glass.
"Heh heh.... boobs.... so big.... Demon King.... no, Director Camilla, thank you... for letting me see something like this..."
I fogged the glass with my breath and pretended to lick it with my tongue. As vulgarly as possible, as animalistic as my instincts could muster.
Camilla watched, her brow furrowing ever so slightly.
'Hmm..... Predictable reaction? Is it overacting, or has he really melted into pleasure?'
She didn't drop her suspicion.
Her high heels clicked as she approached from behind. The sound of her leather outfit brushing against itself slithered like a snake.
"Just gonna look? Don't you want to touch?"
Her hand slid down my shoulder to my chest, her cold nails scraping over my nipple through my uniform.
"This is a custom culture tank. You can control it from outside. See, if you press this button..."
She pressed the red button on the control panel beside the capsule.
"Whirr—hiss!"
With the mechanical whir, the tentacle inside began vibrating violently. The fake Solaris doll threw her head back and opened her mouth.
Bubbles rose from her mechanically parted lips, like she was screaming.
"There. How about it? Try controlling it yourself. Make the legendary hero writhe at your fingertips."
Camilla took my hand and guided it to the panel.
A thick, intoxicating scent from her body stabbed at my nose.
I felt her ample breasts press against my back.
This was another test. Checking my heart rate, body temperature, muscle tension.
My hand trembled. Nipple took control of my body, shaking as if in eager anticipation.
"Me..... can I really do this? For real? Wow.... I hit the jackpot today."
I grabbed the dial with my quivering hand and cranked it straight to 'MAX' without hesitation.
Vrrr—!
The motor roared louder as the doll inside convulsed her limbs.
Splash
Splash
Shudder
Splash
Her breasts jiggled, her thighs spasming like in a seizure.
The doll was so exquisitely made that anyone unaware would swear it was a real person in agony.
"Heh heh heh! Yes! More! Spread her wider!"
I burst into mad laughter, pounding the panel randomly.
Drool dripped as my eyes darted wildly.
Inside me, Nipple cackled, "Not bad acting, huh? Academy Award for Best Actor vibes."
This bastard, you're the one controlling my body.
Camilla watched my reaction, her lips curling up just a fraction.
A smile mixed with contempt and relief.
'Just a simple pervert, then. The Prism Pink thing must've been a fluke.'
She removed her hand from my shoulder and stepped back.
"Good. You pass, Kang Jinwoo."
She took another sip of her wine.
"Your desires are so transparently pathetic, I like it. But... sorry. Management of Level 13 is on hold for now. It's not quite 'ready' yet."
She snapped her fingers, and the capsule's lights went out, the interior plunging into darkness. The doll's movements stopped.
"Instead, I'll give you a real mission. The Public Training Show with Prism Pink. You'll handle the 'procedure' yourself."
She stepped closer and poked my chest with her index finger.
"No script. Do whatever you want. Just know—if the audience isn't satisfied, you'll pay the price with your body. Got it?"
Her eyes gleamed like a snake's.
"Y-yes.... Of course! It's an honor, Director!"
I feigned disappointment before snapping to loyal attention.
I bowed ninety degrees at the waist.
In my downcast view of the floor, her sleek legs came into sight.
The flesh of her thighs, exposed above her fishnet stockings, gleamed with an eerie luster in the candlelight.
"Get out. Submit a detailed plan by tomorrow."
"Loyalty!"
I saluted sharply and headed for the elevator without looking back.
I didn't forget to stumble like my legs were weak.
The elevator doors closed, and the numbers began climbing again.
Alone in the sealed space, I finally caught my breath.
'Whew..... Felt like I aged ten years.'
"Nice job, partner. Pretending to get horny over a fake doll? Pretty convincing. Were you serious?"
Nipple teased.
'Shut up! You were controlling me. Damn, I thought I was gonna die of goosebumps.'
I pulled a handkerchief from my pocket and wiped the sweat from my brow. My hands were still trembling faintly.
Camilla pretended to trust me, but not fully. The Public Training Show was another test.
She'd watch how I handled Pink, how much I satisfied the audience (the demons).
If I went easy on Pink or protected her, suspicion would turn to certainty. But if I was too brutal, her mind might break.
Damned if I do, damned if I don't.
But there was one gain.
I'd convinced Camilla I was just a 'simple perverted manager'.
The elevator reached the first floor. The doors opened to the familiar lobby.
I took a deep breath and donned the 'idiot manager' mask again.
Irritation welled up at the thought of writing that plan by tomorrow.
But...
Public Training Show.
This could be an opportunity.
The real opportunity I'd been planning for ten years.