Magical Girl Hypnosis

Chapter 299

Magical Girl Hypnosis

A monster that feeds on the emotions of pleasure, despair, and fear, the constant assault of the negative. Humans are only food to them. However, because of magical girls, people are living under protection even today. And I was able to hypnotize those magical girls. …does it really take?

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Chapter 299 – Worry (6)

After Esther disappeared, I still had nothing to do, so I walked through the forest all alone.
Maybe it’s because it’s after seeing Esther getting distorted, but the forest feels a bit scary.
It seems as if the negative suddenly jumps out from between the thick shadows between the trees.

Well, there’s nothing to be afraid of if a negative comes out…
No, is it right that I’m scared now?
Will the tentacles on my left hand function properly now that Esther has gone from a bat wing negative to a soft strawberry choco jelly?

“Are you okay?”

I raised my left hand and put it on the back of my hand and asked a question.
Then the tentacle on his left hand swayed and twisted the veins once.
You’re fine, so don’t worry for nothing, right?

Then, on the forest road, I felt something approaching me through my left hand.
When I turned my gaze to the direction where the veins were pulling, a small gray rabbit was standing there with its head raised.
I approached the rabbit and put the skewer in his hand into his mouth.

“Rabbit… ?”

I wonder if it’s an infectious agent… Not an infectious agent
The color of the eyes is also normal, and there is no crushing or overgrowth peculiar to the infectious agent.
It’s an ordinary hare.

I put my finger on the still rabbit.
Then the rabbit didn’t move and stroked me on the head.
It’s a strange feeling.

Is the poem A different?
In City D, even rats crawling on the floor were caught and grilled, so it was hard to see such a small animal.
I didn’t expect to care enough to release an animal… After all, should I say A?

This is probably possible because people are relaxed and don’t eat animals on the street.
I looked down at the rabbit, who was not wary of me at all, and pulled out a piece of meat from the skewer and handed it to me.

“Queek! Queek… !”

Then the rabbit took the meat from me with his little hand and began chewing it hastily.
I guess I was pretty hungry.
I finished the meat in an instant and threw another piece of skewer to the rabbit who reached out to me.

By the way… There’s even a rabbit on the promenade… Wouldn’t this be a pretty good date course?
Take a walk, see the forest, see the animals.
Certainly, there are a lot of couples.

“Queek!”
“If you’re done eating, go now.”
“Queek…”

I gestured to the rabbit, who reached out to me again, to go away, and the rabbit put both hands on the ground and backed away into the grass.
I left the rabbit behind, ate the remaining skewers, and tossed the stick into a nearby trash can.
It was night before I knew it, and as the sun went down, it got dark quickly.

“Hmm… ?”

The crackling streetlights illuminate the forest road one after another, and someone can be seen in the distance.
The dark forest road became brighter and the person who appeared seemed to be a person like me who was walking alone on the promenade.
The man, whose gender could be identified even from afar, moved his body awkwardly as if a play had begun as the streetlights illuminated him.

The man looked around with his arms at shoulder height as if searching for bugs clinging to his body, then looked in my direction.
No, rather than looking… I guess it should be said that he turned his head.
I can’t see.

A bowler hat worn down deeply, a thick wavy beard that could be seen from afar, a long coat, a suit, and shoes.
It is a neat outfit.
Still, something… He was a bad person.

“Ruler… You!”
“Yes?”

The man suddenly walked towards me, grabbed his coat collar with his hand, covered his face, and called to me.
It is a voice like a grandfather scratching iron.
I backed away from the old man, feeling strangely unwell.

“…What is it?”
“That, Boo… Can I ask you a favor? Where should I contact you… Please lend me your cell phone.”
“You mean the vision phone?”

To call the Vision phone a cell phone is a very old person.
Was the gesture you were looking for just a moment ago looking for a vision phone?
I must have thought of something to call home all of a sudden… ?

I’m sorry, but I can’t lend you my vision phone.
My Vision Phone is not an ordinary Vision Phone.
Wow, it’s a vision phone with a magical girl hypnosis application installed.

“…Isn’t it?”
“What? Oh no… Where is the person who doesn’t carry a cell phone these days…”
“Then what about that one? Please use your phone.”
“I am… Ugh… That, yes… I think I left my phone there, so I wanted to see if I brought it… Could you give me a call?”
“No… Look around, and if you don’t see it, it’s not there…”

When I refused, the old man panicked and searched his arms.
I tried to avoid the seat with the old man behind me, as if I was looking for my phone again.
It’s too suspicious even to be suspicious, to be a person who can’t even see the face of a strange old man who suddenly asks to borrow a vision phone.

“Keugh… I can’t help it… Look over here for a second.”

The old man pulled his coat back on, and with his head bowed so that his bowler hat completely hid his face, he held out his white-gloved hand to me.
An old watch was held in the same gloved hand.
Just like that, the old man snapped his fingers at me in succession.

Click, click, click, snap, the fingers stopped for a moment… It bounces again with a loud, crackling sound.
I stood still, wondering what I was doing.
Then, the old man extended his fingers to me and spoke again.

“Cell phone… No, give me the vision phone.”
“…What?”
“…Huh?”

What… Should I be excited and ride the rhythm and hand over the vision phone?
I don’t know why you’re snapping your fingers.
I turned my gaze to the old man with a white beard, the back of his hand holding his watch.

“No… It’s a monster cult!”

A T-shaped pattern clearly engraved on the glove.
A shape that looks like the head has been cut off from a cross, a religious pattern that existed before the appearance of negatives in the past.
I turned my back on the old man in fright when I saw the pattern I had witnessed so much on the booklet held by the monster cult preacher who came to my house.

“Wow, really… How do you propagate these days? What, are you trying to stalk me by writing down my number?”
“No… Come on, come on… ?”
“They don’t use women anymore, they use grandfathers! Go away quickly! I don’t believe in that!”
“Ugh?!”

When I found out who I was and kicked him out in anger, the old man was startled and turned his back on me and ran away.
Did he write down the number when he handed him the vision phone, or did he just grab it and jump out and drag it to a place full of people from the Kaiju cult?
Doing missionary work like this… It’s a scary world…

I felt bad as soon as I saw it for some reason, it must have been because I was a member of the Kaiju cult.
Pseudo-religion is always scary.
I went back the way I had come, dusting off the old man’s clothes with my hand.

“Uh… I feel bad.”

I heard that the Kaiju cult is everywhere, but I thought it would be even in a place like this.
I think it would be good as a date course, but if someone from the Kaiju Cult prepares to propagate and hides like this… Wouldn’t it be better not to come to the promenade?
When I come, I will have to watch the sunset from the hill.

The sun was gone, and just when I was thinking of going home, a message came from Grape.
It’s about being a little late with my luggage.
I messaged Grape that I was on my way home too, and headed to where I parked my motorcycle.

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“Oh…”
“Oh.”

Returning home with the automatic driving function, I ran into Grape in front of the iron gate.
Grape transformed into a magical girl, covering her eyes with a visor, and carrying a bag full of my belongings on her back.
Grape removed the visor from her hand, squeezed it with her hand, and returned to his suit, wrapped in light.

“Are you here early?”
“…Are you a little late?”
“I don’t think I came very late… Aren’t the grapes too fast?”
“I thought Anger would be waiting at home first… Oh, but it didn’t come very quickly.”

Grape straightened her dress and ran her hair back into a ponytail.
Seeing that her hair is a bit messy, it seems that she didn’t come by subway or something, but by running on top of a building to get home.
I’m sure I’m closer in terms of distance, and Grape must’ve been farther… I guess you don’t ride a motorcycle because it’s this fast.

“You know, but… I brought my luggage.”
“Ah, thank you… Wasn’t it heavy?”
“It can’t be heavy, can it? Oh, did you eat dinner? Or yet… ?”
“Yet. What about grapes?”
“I still… Shall we eat together?”
“Is Grape doing it?”
“Whoops… Do it, i’ll do it Oh, did you make a good card?”
“Huh. Grape, how was your company today?”
“Except Anger wasn’t there, it was the same as usual.”

I talked to Grape, got off the motorcycle, took off his helmet, and pulled the motorcycle with his hand.
Then Grape opened the iron door at the entrance to the house and followed me.
I walked to the garage, put my motorcycle in, and entered the house with Grape.

“Everyone, I’ve been…”
“I’m home.”
“Anger, what do you want to eat for dinner tonight…”

Grape spoke as he took off his shoes, then put them back on.
Looking at Grape, who was standing still, wondering if he had left anything at work, Grape went over to the porch next to the garage door.

“…Hey, Anger… Can I go out and come back for a second?”
“Huh? Uh…”

Grape put down my luggage in the room, opened the front door, went out again, and came back.
As if nothing had happened, Grape, who came in as if he had just arrived, looked at me and said as he took off his shoes at the front door.

“I’m home!”
“Uh… Go… Are you here?”
“Yeah~ I had a good trip~”

I don’t know what it is, but Grape smiled wide, satisfied.
… Did you just want me to be there when you got home?
Well, since you live alone in a house this big, it could be.

“What, something… It’s a strange feeling. I have to say that it still doesn’t feel real… It was strange when I saw it in the morning, but when I came to my house, I realized that Anger was there… ?”
“We’ll be living together from now on.”
“After… Whoa… That’s right… ? Forward, together… I live… ? Like this, say hello when you come home? Sleeping together? Live together?”

I guess my prediction was correct, said Grape with his face blushing.
Unlike me, who used to live in a small house, Grape lived in a house this big, so it might have felt colder and lonely in the house.
Then, since I’m in a position to earn a living, shall I grant Grape’s wish?

“Do you want to take a shower first? Or dinner first? Or something else?”
“…Yes?”

I joked about accepting Grape’s situational drama.
When I said this with a giggle, Grape froze in the same position he had taken off his jacket.
I said, hardening my expression at the reaction that was different from what I thought.

“…Huh? Grape Don’t you know this? It’s a famous story on VisionNet.”
“Uh… Oh, I know… ? So well… Do you know?”

Grape gulped, his face reddening.
Then he touched the buttons of his shirt and began to undress him bit by bit.

“… Shower first though? I’m doing… Are you sweating too?”
“I was joking…”
“…Joke?”
“No… Having sex yesterday and today… Are you going to do it again as soon as you get home?”
“Uh, uh…”
“…Isn’t it?”

I was really intimidated by the way Grape looked like she was going to have sex right away.
Even right away, thinking about it, having sex will make me sweat anyway, so I think I can do it before taking a shower and dragging her to bed.
Fortunately, Grape, frustrated by the joke, fastened his buttons again.

“Of course, no…”
“Right? Anyway, that’s… It’s not like Grape asked me to live with him so he could have sex with me every day.”
“…Yeah, of course… Do you?”

I told Grape and started unpacking my luggage.
Since there is a lot of laundry, I was thinking of taking out everything to be washed here and taking the clutter to the room.
First of all, I took out the brown sheep doll that I had put neatly in the top of my luggage so that it would not get damaged, and I took out the items in turn and laid them out on the floor.

“…Uh?”

Then, Grape, who was standing next to him, came over and picked up the doll.
Grape looked down at me as I rummaged through my luggage, holding in my hand a neat doll that hadn’t been wet or burnt like the others.
I felt their gaze and looked up at Grape and said.

“Why?”
“No… This, well… Did you take it?”
“It was a gift from Grape.”

It’s the guy who survived the fire, and it’s the doll that Rapid held, but it’s even expensive.
You can’t throw it away even if you move.
After speaking calmly, I turned my head back to my luggage bag and suddenly felt the weight on my back, shaking my body.

… Hot.
This, the touch… Not wearing clothes
Grape had already taken off his top.

“… Anger.”
“…Huh?”

Grape slowly reached out from behind him and hugged me.
It’s not just a thoughtless hug.
The sticky hand that came down as if sweeping the body grabbed the cock.

“Ah, I said no…”
“…Didn’t you say you wouldn’t?”
“You liar…”

The cock is erected stiffly on its own.
I clenched my hands on the luggage bag and gnashed my teeth.
Grape slowly cupped the sagging under my cock with the palm of his hand.

“Anger.”

Grape spoke in my ear, in a distinctly different voice from before.

“Quickly, make sperm.”

Magical Girl Hypnosis

A monster that feeds on the emotions of pleasure, despair, and fear, the constant assault of the negative. Humans are only food to them. However, because of magical girls, people are living under protection even today. And I was able to hypnotize those magical girls. …does it really take?

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