The Magical Girl Succumbed to Evil 332

Chapter 332 – #2-32 Magical Girl Commercialization Assistant – Dabi (1)

She was already showing her bare body all the time anyway, and she wasn’t even her virgin, so she had nothing to be ashamed of now. Besides, she wouldn’t even be able to enter the room at this rate.

I have no choice but to give up and get 〈 Genital Certification 〉 or something.

“If you put your crotch here, it will automatically adjust your height. Now, come on.”

“…Yeah.”

Danbi felt her own face heat up slightly.

Why am I so ashamed and resentful… I don’t know.

Spread her legs slightly and stand her crotch on top of her post.

Although Danbi was a little shorter than Kei, her pillars, which were just barely touching her crotch, sensed her and pushed her up by itself.

Slap.

“Sooooo…”

The wide side of the pillar that touches as if pressing down. Then a voice came from the pillar.

[Certifying your genitals. Please wait for a moment until authentication is complete.]

“Hoo.”

“Oh…! No… I hate it…!”

Matisse let out an exclamation of admiration.

It was because Danbi’s genitals, which were now pressed against the pillar, were magnified and displayed in front of Danbi, in what seemed to be a simple wall.

Her shame was multiplied as her own cunt flew before her eyes, like a pretty crevasse squeezed for recognition. Even Instructor Matisse next to us is watching over us…

‘In addition to this… I feel a strange vibration… How long does it take to authenticate…!’

By the time I couldn’t stand it and began to moan, I finally heard a click from beyond the door with the words [Authenticated]. The lock is unlocked.

The pillar that was holding down Danbi’s groin went down as if it had finished its task.

“Done. Let’s go in.”

“…”

It’s so hard when all you have to do is enter the room…

I was already worried about whether I would be able to live here properly.

The room was pretty good though. It can’t be said to be big or narrow, but it’s a cozy space enough for one person to live in, and the interior itself is well done.

Should I say that it’s better than university dormitories? First of all, there was a TV and a tablet device to use instead of a computer.

There were also quite a few books on the bookshelf, so it seemed like I wouldn’t be bored even if I was alone in the room.

“It seems that autonomy is also important to brainwashing. I heard that it is meaningful only when you pick it with your own hands.”

“…?”

Again Some of what Matisse said sounded like a crush, so I’m not sure what he meant.

Matisse said, pointing to the bookshelf with his chin.

“No. 06. First of all, you should read three books a day from that bookshelf.”

“Three books?”

“Yes. There are many pictures and it is thin, so if you pay attention, you will finish it in no time. It’s okay to read more if you’re interested, and if you don’t have enough, there’s a library, so you can borrow more from there.”

“Okay… Yes.”

If you read three books a day, is it about two weeks…?

I feel like I never had the habit of reading a book. I was worried that I could do it, so I picked one up and opened it, and I saw that an absurdly obscene picture occupied a large page.

‘What is this… It’s all about sexual knowledge or erotic things…’

“Apart from that, TV should also watch the designated program of the day at the designated time. If you have time and something interesting, it’s okay to watch more. Excluding teaching assistant time, free time will be guaranteed.”

After all, that program must be naughty. Danbi was sure.

Matisse then held up what seemed to be a tablet that had been propped up on her desk. As if it was mekrak’s parascience, when I touched the screen, I saw a screen four times the size of the original tablet. I don’t know what the principle is, but it’s amazing.

“With this, you can order additional things you need, and there are cases where special messages come down, so check back from time to time. And the most important thing is—”

What’s important?

“From now on, you will masturbate every day, once a day. I’m going to take a picture of you masturbating with this tablet’s high-definition camera and send it to you. Got it?”

“What…?!”

“Daily masturbation is scored. Artistry, lewdness, continuity, fascination――when all of these things are put together to give a score, if it falls short, it is punished the next day. To work hard and masturbate to deserve high praise.”

“It’s not funny—”

Do not be ridiculous! The mouth that was about to say closed.

While my head is about to boil with anger, it feels like a calm reason is whispering to me to accept it as it is nothing strange at all.

Ugh… But masturbation… Filming it with my own hands…

〈 Merchandising 〉… 〈 Commodity 〉 is the way to become, so it’s inevitable…

‘Product… Product…? Ah… It has to be a product…’

“And again, the rules to follow.”

“Still there?! …Yo?”

“Climax outside teaching time is prohibited. Masturbation climax for filming is allowed once a day, but other climaxes are prohibited. It doesn’t block the climax, but if you can’t keep it, it’s also a penalty and discipline.”

“…Eww…”

In my private life, I have no choice but to be managed to the climax.

It is a troublesome place in many ways. But being a perfect and flawless 〈 commodity 〉 is difficult. You may have to endure it for that.

“Okay then, let’s rest now. …Lastly, all the clothes you will wear while living here are in this closet. You can take it out and put it on.”

“Do you have any clothes…?”

“However, you should judge yourself and wear clothes that “Can easily be sexually harassed at any time.” This will also be scored, and penalties and penalties for falling short. And I’m going to make you spend the whole day naked, so judge for yourself.”

With that said, Matisse left the room.

Left alone, Danbi first checked the closet, pulled out something suitable, and then crawled into bed and pulled the blanket over herself. 〈 Succubus About 〉 The horns and tail that sprouted were a bit annoying, but I got used to it and I was able to lie down comfortably.

My head is blank and I am tired.

First of all, I want to sleep soundly… Get enough rest, and from tomorrow I will work hard to become a 〈 product 〉…

‘And the magical girl job… I have to defeat the monsters… I have to join Kei… And Danae…’

‘Eh… How did I… End up here…?’

Perhaps it was because her head was overworked by the nano machines, Danbi quickly fell into a deep, deep sleep as if it were a break after a few days.

While she was asleep, she didn’t even realize that the nanomachines that had already been injected into her resting brain were moving more actively and remodeling her.

* * *

『Huh…! An…♡!』

『Ah… Huang… I’m going… I’m going…”

Danbi woke up when she heard a small but strange moaning sound.

Blinking her eyes open, she realized that the screen of the tablet on her desk glowed softly and that she was making the obscene sounds she was hearing.

‘Wow, I slept soundly.’

It seems that I slept so well that I didn’t even dream. In any case, I felt neither mental nor physical fatigue at all.

Moan~ Tea.

She got up from the bed. She realized that a dazzling light was coming through the curtains on the wall.

I pulled back the curtains, and the wall was glowing with a strange light. A warm, comfortable light like the morning sun. Could this also be a product of Mekrak’s parascience?

Danbi first picked up the thin tablet standing on the cradle.

“This tablet also has an alarm function…”

She lets out a raunchy moan with time. What to say she is sincere.

When I touched the screen, the alarm went off and instead something like a list appeared.

This was the schedule for today.

…I wonder if it’s okay to move like this.

“Breakfast is at ■■. I have some time so I can wash up.”

Danbi awoke her spirit, who was not yet awake, by stretching her body and entering her bathroom.

And she finds this phrase.

[The camera is installed. Please be careful and finish her chores at an angle that is good for the camera.]

…Cee.

She clicked her tongue out loud, but Danbi finished her shower and errands, conscious of the camera installed as her stationary.

* * *

Breakfast wasn’t bad. It’s buffet-style, so Danbi picked up something that looked like a salad and eggs that went lightly on top.

Like Danbi, she was a woman in the process of becoming 〈 product 〉, but there were other people in her restaurant besides her. They chatted and ate with each other amicably, but occasionally males approached and harassed each other, and they greeted each other with a happy face.

‘We should eat in a corner, as inconspicuously as possible.’

Dan-ae sat among the women and finished her meal at a table in the corner.

Klopp, Klopp.

Whoa~.

Finally, she said, “You must consume it,” And she emptied all of the strangely colored drinks brought by the robot, then left the restaurant.

* * *

“Came.”

“Ah, did ’06’ finally come?”

According to the schedule that appeared on the tablet, Danbi passed through the hallway and entered the designated room. Inside, her instructor Matisse was waiting.

As she came to this place, she wondered, where the hell was she? It’s a large enough space that I would have lost my way if it hadn’t been for the tablet’s map function, but there were no windows to see the outside.

There was a lounge with artificial sunlight in between, so there was little sense of closure, but…

“Ai, I thought I was dying from waiting for that—”

A good sized, slightly dimly lit private room. Matisse, who was touching something inside, looked back at her sweet rain and let out a long sigh at her.

“…What are those clothes?”

“Yeah? Is there any problem?”

He was wearing a loose-fitting shirt with long sleeves and thick jeans that came down to his ankles.

In other words, it was an ordinary female college student’s outfit, and it is also the style that Danbi usually wears.

But Matisse sighed again in disappointment.

“How did I tell you to dress yesterday?”

“…”Good for sexual harassment”?”

“Almost so. I would have told you to wear clothes that could easily be sexually harassed’?”

Danbi looked down at her own figure, and she tilted her head as if something was wrong.

“…I don’t know what sexual harassment is like, isn’t it okay?”

Matisse groaned again.