Tokyo: Magical Girl Shatters My Dream of Going Public

Kurokawa returned to the factory at 10 p.m.

He walked to the corner of the workshop, moved aside the metal cabinet blocking the way, and behind it was a password-protected door leading to the basement.

Enter the password, the hydraulic system emits a low beep, and the door slides open.

Stepping down the stairs, a bright and open space suddenly appeared before me.

The originally vast and empty underground space has been initially divided.

The rough concrete walls were partially covered, and pipes were installed on the ceiling.

Area signs are simply posted.

Treatment area, training area, fitness area, changing/shower area, equipment room, etc.

The lighting is not yet complete, the light is dim, and the construction materials and tools are piled up everywhere, making it look messy, but the framework can already be roughly seen.

Several [infrastructure-type auxiliary dolls] are still working silently, their tentacles nimbly moving boards or welding frames.

Kurokawa kept his eyes straight ahead, walking through the nascent base and heading towards its deepest point.

At the end of the corridor is a separate [containment area].

The heavy keypad door opened again.

The scene inside the door was completely different.

Several [Containment Centers] emitting a faint blue light lined the wall, each imprisoning magical vengeful spirits of various shapes.

"babble--!!!"

Kurokawa had just stepped into the containment area.

The "Flesh Man" emits a sharp hiss when it senses the presence of a living person.

The mass of dark red flesh rammed wildly behind the energy barrier, with countless tiny tentacles pounding against the inner walls.

Inside the next cage, the misty body of the [Patrol Wraith] thrashed violently. It had no vocal organs, but its empty eye sockets were fixed on Kurokawa, and its thin arms were pounding the containment energy barrier.

Only the innermost shelter was deathly silent.

The Maiko doll, which has already been restored on its own, sits quietly in the center, its head bowed, like a forgotten doll.

Kurokawa ignored the restlessness of the vengeful spirits.

His gaze was fixed on a corner of the containment area.

There, next to an exposed water pipe.

Suzukawa Kaoru's wrists were tied behind her back, with the other end of the rope firmly attached to the pipe.

She slumped to the ground, her school uniform shirt clinging to her body, her dark sailor suit skirt bunched up at her thighs in a wrinkled mess.

Her eyes were red and swollen, clearly from crying.

When the "Fleshman" hissed, she closed her eyes tightly and instinctively curled up away from the source of the sound, but was restricted by the rope and could only move a few inches in vain.

Her mouth was gagged with a clean cloth, preventing her from making a sound; only a suppressed, faint whimper could be heard from her throat.

Shift your gaze downwards.

The semi-transparent black over-the-knee stockings that covered her shapely legs were now completely soaked, clinging to her skin and revealing her pale complexion underneath.

Above the sock cuff, the skin at the edge of the absolute territory was flushed with an abnormal red.

There was a puddle of water, the contents of which were unknown, on the cement ground beneath her feet and around her.

When Kurokawa stopped in front of her, Kaoru carefully opened her eyes.

The stubbornness and anger that had been there before had all vanished from his eyes.

All that remained was a damp, fearful feeling, like that of a frightened fawn, and a trace of shame that he tried desperately to hide but could not conceal.

She dared not meet Kurokawa's gaze, her eyes darting away, her long eyelashes trembling, glistening with undried tears.

The bound body trembled slightly, even the toes unconsciously curling and relaxing inside the soaked socks, revealing the owner's utter panic and helplessness at this moment.

Kurokawa looked down at her from his high vantage point, then turned his head and glanced at the [Fleshman] in the cage beside him, which was still screaming and charging wildly.

"It's scary, isn't it?"

He spoke calmly, even with a hint of indifference as if stating a fact.

"It would be perfectly normal for an ordinary person to lose control of their bladder upon seeing something like this."

Xun's body trembled violently.

Having her most shameful situation exposed, the intense shame and indignation instantly overshadowed some of her fear. She instinctively tried to close her wet legs together to cover herself, but it was all in vain.

She looked up, staring at Kurokawa with a mixture of shock and anger, not understanding why he would humiliate her like this, and having no idea what awaited her next.

Until Kurokawa spoke again.

"And this is the kind of monster that would drive an ordinary person crazy just by looking at it."

He paused, making sure every word was perfectly clear.

"But it was your older sister, Suzukawa Chinatsu, who risked her life to defeat and contain it."

What?!

Was it taken in by my older sister herself?!

This time, shock overwhelmed her fear, and she turned to look at the grotesque, fleshy figure.

Just then, the fleshy man noticed her and rammed into her hard.

Even with the shelter in the way, the girl shrank back in fear, her bound arms instinctively shielding her from the monster.

No matter how many times she looked at it, she found the monster in front of her to be extremely terrifying.

She simply couldn't believe that it was her sister who had personally defeated her...

Kurokawa clearly captured the momentary shock and disbelief in Kaoru's eyes.

He did not continue to apply pressure.

The tone softened somewhat, no longer cold, but it wasn't exactly gentle either:

"Haven't you always wanted to know what your sister is up to?"

He turned to the side, gesturing to the terrifying beings behind him who were still howling and struggling in the energy cage.

"The answer is here. She followed me, faced these monsters head-on, and locked them inside with her own hands. She risked her life."

Kaoru's eyelashes trembled violently, her gaze shifting back and forth between Kurokawa and the vengeful spirits.

His lips were pressed so tightly they turned white.

"And you," Kurokawa looked at her, his voice flat, "almost ruined her efforts, and her own life."

Xun suddenly lowered her head.

His shoulders slumped slightly.

In her deep purple eyes, shock, fear, shame and indignation... all eventually settled into a clear and heavy sense of regret.

Her clenched teeth loosened slightly, letting out a barely audible gasp.

Kurokawa crouched down, bringing his eyes level with hers.

"If you're willing to have a calm talk with me, I'll untie you now. If you agree, just nod."

Kaoru raised her eyes and timidly looked into Kurokawa's eyes.

Those eyes held no murderous intent, only a cold calm.

She hesitated for a few seconds, and finally nodded very slightly.

Kurokawa reached out and first untied the gag from her mouth.

The cloth slipped off.

Xun immediately took several deep breaths, her throat bobbing, but she didn't scream or shout.

Kurokawa then untied the ropes binding her wrists.

With the restraints gone, Xun tried to move her stiff arms.

She tried to stand up, but her legs gave way and she almost fell back down.

She hurriedly reached out and grabbed the water pipe next to her, barely managing to stand up unsteadily.

Kurokawa had already turned around and was heading towards the door.

"Come up with me."

As he spoke, he continued walking, heading straight out of the containment area.

Behind them, the [Fleshman] once again emitted a violent, crashing roar.

Kaoru shuddered and, almost instinctively, stumbled after him, but always kept a distance of about ten meters from Kurokawa, like a frightened cat that dared not approach.

Only after passing through the heavy coded door, completely shutting out those nightmarish scenes and sounds, and entering the relatively "normal" underground corridor, did Xun's extremely tense shoulders relax almost imperceptibly.

But her body was still trembling slightly.

She followed Kurokawa down the stairs back to the first-floor workshop.

In the empty workshop, several [Infrastructure-type Auxiliary Dolls] were still working tirelessly, their tentacles waving and emitting soft mechanical sounds.

"Wait here for a moment."

Kurokawa left those words behind and turned to walk into a nearby cubicle.

Xun stood alone, her gaze sweeping blankly over the strange dolls, her fingers unconsciously smoothing the stray strands of hair beside her ear.

A gust of wind blew through, and her soaked skirt and socks clung to her skin, bringing a cool, sticky feeling that made her even more uncomfortable and embarrassed.

Just as she was becoming increasingly flustered and unsure of what to do, Kurokawa returned.

He was holding a clean bath towel and a set of neatly folded clothes.

It appears to be his own spare shirt and trousers.

"The underground shower area isn't finished yet." He handed over the items and pointed to a makeshift cubicle in the corner of the workshop. "Use that one for now."

Xun took the clothes and towel in a daze, seemingly not yet having reacted.

"You don't want your sister to see you go back looking like this, do you?"

He paused, then added, "Just give your clothes to the dolls. They'll wash and dry them for you. It's better if you go back in your own clothes tonight."

Only then did Xun seem to understand this sudden act of kindness.

She looked down at the dry, soft clothes in her arms, then looked up at the simple yet incredibly precious shower room.

She moved her feet and walked over there.

She took two steps and then suddenly stopped.

There was no turning back.

His thin lips pursed slightly, and he uttered two barely audible words:

"……Thanks."

Until I watched the girl walk into the bathroom.

Kurokawa shook his head helplessly and looked away.

He only hoped that tonight's events would completely resolve Qianxia's worries.

We must never let something like today happen again.

Just as Kurokawa was feeling helpless, his phone suddenly vibrated.

He took out his phone, glanced at the message, and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? You replied so quickly?"

He had the doll mail the letter in the afternoon, and now he has received it—a reply from Kanzaki Jin.

Kurokawa murmured, "Perhaps I can have him help me with this week's containment mission..."