Chapter 64: Unexpected Reunions and Uncomfortable Preparations

To be honest, even before activating the teleportation, Ling Xing already had a general idea of the other party’s identity.

The suspicious disappearances, the sudden emergence of a ‘Dark Organization’ and its ‘Combatants,’ and the chaotic state of affairs. All of it was highly peculiar.

Then there was Kuonji Mashiro’s utterly bizarre behavior: her constant readiness with Dark Organization battle suits and her fervent encouragement for Ling Xing to ‘storm the tower’ under the guise of assistance.

Adding all these factors together, Ling Xing essentially knew who she would face after the teleportation. She merely needed a chance to personally verify her suspicions and resolve the problem.

However, having expectations didn’t mean Ling Xing could predict the exact scenario that would unfold after teleporting.

Certainly, the current situation was far from what Ling Xing had anticipated.

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“Hmm? That researcher has already been taken by Ling Xing?”

Inside the villa, within a spacious, private preparation room.

Kuonji Mashiro, clad only in a flimsy nightgown, stood with one hand on her hip, her voice radiating an arrogant challenge.

Her plump, fair feet pressed against the floor, her toes slightly pointed, as she took two steps towards Ling Xing, who had just entered.

As she stepped, ripples of flesh rolled across her shapely thighs. Though her fair, exposed belly still maintained a girl’s lovely curve, it carried a slight softness, a hint of flab that, when the young lady unconsciously prodded her waist, gently squeezed out a fold of flesh, enough to sink a finger into.

After using teleportation to arrive at the ‘Dark Organization’s’ base, Ling Xing was led before Mashiro, only to be met with this very sight.

She showed no reservation whatsoever. Of course, Ling Xing was merely her subordinate, so there was truly no need for her to be modest.

‘The villain masquerading as the Dark Organization was indeed this detestable big-chested monster!’

‘Furthermore, last time, when she changed into her battle suit, she at least removed her handcuffs and handled it privately. But now…’

‘…Ugh, this pampered, evil, big-chested monster is plump and not nearly as attractive as Dal!’

‘Only a petite, flat figure like Dal’s possesses true beauty!’

Ling Xing, disguised as a combatant, silently critiqued the big-chested monster’s figure in her mind, yet outwardly, she maintained her impassive facade.

“Yes, Young Lady, the target managed to evade my pursuit and attempted an ambush. To avoid ‘scaring the snake by beating the grass,’ I had no choice but to retreat.”

“Hmph, that’s a nice way of putting it. You were discovered, tucked tail, and ran back, didn’t you? Useless trash…”

Her disguised voice had, in a previous encounter, thoroughly humbled this young lady.

Now, it seemed Mashiro was still completely unprepared for it, having learned no lesson whatsoever.

‘She seems dumber than she looks… No, perhaps she simply has no strong impression of her ordinary subordinates to begin with.’

‘Naturally, she wouldn’t notice any difference between these poor warriors and the usual ones.’

“Never mind. I never truly expected you lot to handle Ling Xing anyway. This Young Lady will have to take matters into her own hands.”

The young lady let out a disdainful huff and settled into a chair.

Although her body was barely covered, her crossed thighs pressed together, creating soft folds of flesh. Yet, the arrogant young lady clearly found nothing amiss.

Convinced of her naturally perfect figure, she had no qualms about displaying her flawless physique. While outside, she might have needed to consider her image, within her own territory, such concerns were entirely irrelevant.

‘After all, the Kuonji family’s warriors were loyal hounds who valued honor and fealty above their very lives. What trouble could they possibly cause?’

“Yes! My sincerest apologies, Young Lady!”

‘What else was there to say?’

‘Just agree, agree, agree. This young lady was surprisingly easy to fool. Ling Xing didn’t even need to come up with lines; Mashiro simply finished her own sentences.’

‘She seemed so haughty and domineering, but perhaps she wasn’t that difficult to deal with after all.’

Ling Xing kept her head bowed, her mind calculating.

‘The less capable one appeared, the less responsibility they’d be given. As long as she said nothing and simply agreed to everything, surely the big-chested monster wouldn’t find anything else to hold her back!’

‘Her piece was said; now Mashiro should just dismiss her quickly and let her move freely.’

‘Then, she could…’

“Hmph… Lift your head for this Young Lady.”

Suddenly, the young lady’s proud voice rang out, her unexpected words interrupting Ling Xing’s thoughts.

Her soft, plump leg lifted high. The young lady extended a tender, fair foot, her glistening toes, adorned with a healthy light pink hue, deftly hooking Ling Xing’s chin and forcefully tilting up her small face.

“……”

‘Was she discovered?’

Ling Xing remained silent, subtly slipping her hand into her pocket. Her gaze, in turn, passed through the young lady’s unreserved posture, fixing on her until Mashiro spoke again.

“Heh heh, that’s more like it. You should be gratefully admiring this Young Lady’s naturally alluring and perfect physique! What reason is there to lower your head?”

‘It was just narcissism, after all! And here she was, getting so worked up!’

‘If it were anyone else, it might be fine, but the main thing was…’

‘She was still that detestable big-chested type, so large they visibly bounced and jiggled. Ling Xing’s most hated kind!’

‘How long would she have to hug Dal to cleanse her eyes, which had been polluted by such a sight!’

Ling Xing’s mouth twitched almost imperceptibly. If she hadn’t been uncertain of the situation, she felt she truly wouldn’t have been able to resist elbowing this overly narcissistic young lady.

“…Yes, Young Lady, your lesson is well-received.”

Ultimately, she held back.

‘For the sake of the adorable Dal, and for the future of the Dark Organization, she would endure!’

“Yosh! That’s the spirit! My subordinates should possess such vigor! Come, prepare for deployment!”

The young lady nodded with satisfaction.

Then, while still declaring her imminent deployment, and under Ling Xing’s glaring, albeit subtly expressed, gaze of displeasure, Mashiro casually produced a bottle…

A bottle of what smelled, even before being opened, like a rich, sweet, milky lubricant?

“Alright, come on.”

“……”

‘Come… come for what?’

‘Had she missed something? Why was Mashiro talking about deployment and then suddenly handing her this?’

‘Damn it, pretending to be someone she’d never met was proving too difficult…’

‘Requesting outside assistance!’

Ling Xing subtly slipped her hand into her pocket and grabbed something.

Nuonuo’s small gasp soon followed.

[Ugh, don’t pinch my bird! I’m going to get PTSD from this empathy link! I got it, I got it, Xing! The captive said it’s because the Young Lady is too voluptuous. The Blazing Blade battle suit is a bit too tight, so she has to apply lubricant to force it on…]

[Huh?]

‘What the hell?’

‘This cheap, tattered battle suit… did it really have to be forced on?’

‘She truly couldn’t comprehend the thought processes of these magical girls…’

“…Why are you so sluggish? Hurry up! How can my subordinate be so slow-witted?”

The warmth of the preparation room tinged her plump face with a faint blush, her skin glistening with a hint of sweat and moisture, a clear sign that her patience was slowly eroding.

‘Forget it. Who cares? It wasn’t her who would be gasping for breath and uncomfortable from being squeezed. If Mashiro wanted it, then so be it.’

“Yes, Young Lady, please wait a moment…”

Suppressing her internal discomfort, Ling Xing poured a dollop of the cool, sweetly scented, slippery liquid into her palm.

‘Skin-to-skin contact with this big-chested monster… Ugh, it’s so painful. Just thinking about it feels agonizing.’

‘But for the mission, she had no choice but to endure.’

‘This was a necessary sacrifice!’

Ling Xing tentatively poked Mashiro’s belly with her fingertips.

The dense, soft, delicate belly felt yielding, as if it would envelop her fingers, conveying a plush sensation.

“That’s more like it. Continue.”

“Yes.”

The slippery, cool lubricant coated her skin, painting it with a layer of glistening sheen.

Under the sweet, slick lubrication, the voluptuous, plump figure of the young lady finally squeezed into the tight battle suit, stretching the rubberized combat gear—originally designed for lightweight movement—into a taut, bulging form.

Even Ling Xing, an elite combatant herself, hadn’t expected the quality of such a ‘cannon fodder’ battle suit to be so robust.

Despite such abuse, it remarkably held firm!

“Yosh! Preparation complete! My glasses, and my other glasses, bring them to me—”

It was finally over.

The young lady, a hint of excitement in her movements, flipped off and issued a command.

Now, only the final step remained.

She reached out, took the brainwashing glasses Ling Xing handed her, and placed them on her head.

The cannon fodder brainwashed combatant was fully dressed!

This wasn’t her first time wearing them, but what she failed to notice was…

The disguise glasses, which had never actually functioned, were now emitting a faint, sinister, and dangerous pink glow.