Tokyo, there are too many defeated magical girls.

It really does feel very strange.

If I remember correctly, the script I received clearly gave me a minor supporting role.

At most, they might whip you, stomp on you a few times, or verbally humiliate you from the sidelines.

How did an interview end up being arranged so haphazardly...?

"May I ask Rose-chan's real age first?"

"This... is a bit difficult to answer..."

"Is it a bit too big?"

"No, no! Absolutely...under twenty years old..."

"Okay~"

The female director nodded in satisfaction.

Whether it was a misperception or not, Magic Rose always felt that there was a glint of cunning in her eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the difficulty of the questions increased dramatically.

"How many times a day during your week at the [Brainwashing Department] did you work with the Fallen Doctor? ...No, I mean, how many times a day?"

"Ah? This..."

Magic Rose's cheeks flushed bright red instantly, and visible white smoke rose from the top of her head.

With his head down, he couldn't make a sound.

The female director didn't make things difficult for her any further and simply stood up.

"Cut! This concludes the interview segment. We'll now prepare to film Chapter One."

While directing the others to do their work, she picked up the drink next to her and went to the Magic Rose.

"Here you go, have a sip first."

"this?"

"I feel like you're overly stressed. This is an energy drink that we all drink; it should make you feel better."

"Oh, thank you..."

Magic Rose accepted the energy drink.

The last vestige of caution vanished when he saw other staff members drinking as well.

She unscrewed the cap and took a sip.

I don't know if it was just psychological suggestion or if it really worked, but I did feel that my body was much more stable than before.

"Alright, now it's time to shoot the first scene."

"Um... my master, Dr. Fallen, isn't he coming over yet?"

"He doesn't need to appear in the first scene, so filming now will save time."

The female director gave a reason that Rose couldn't question.

Leading the clueless girl to the spot directly in front of the camera, there, lying a burlap sack, was clearly visible.

Based on the outline, it can be identified that there is a person inside.

"Alright, Ayaka Kashiwagi is in here. She's playing the magical girl who was just captured."

With a malicious glint in her eyes, the female director handed the black leather whip her assistant had given her to Rose.

“You are Dr. Fallen’s assistant. Now we need to give her a taste of her own medicine. It doesn’t matter how much we hit or trample on her.”

"Is...it all alright?"

"It's okay, don't forget, Hebei Caiyou is a professional actress~"

After the female director finished speaking, she turned around and went back behind the camera.

Without giving Magic Rose any chance to react, just like before, they announced that filming would continue.

"Act Two, Begin!"

"Well……"

Magic Rose stood frozen in place, looking at the whip in her hand and then at the boots she was wearing.

Finally, my gaze fell on the large sack.

Something feels really strange, especially since Lin Chun hasn't shown up yet...

But filming has already begun.

The human figure inside the sack also began to tremble, and there was indeed a sense of desperate capture.

"call--"

Finally, Rose took a deep breath.

To prove himself, he could easily put on a good show even without Lin Chun by his side.

She raised the whip high in her hand.

—Plop!

The next second, it struck the sack hard, cleanly and decisively, without any hesitation.

To the uninitiated, it would look like a female knight whipping a lazy, unruly horse.

After the lash, the silent trembling inside the sack gave the Magic Rose a rather unpleasant positive feedback.

69. The person in the sack

"What a fool to be caught so easily by the villainous organization!"

As Fallen Rose finished speaking, another clean and swift lash followed.

It pierced the air with a sharp sound and landed heavily on the sack.

In response, the bag immediately trembled violently, and a slight, painful groan escaped from it.

"You magical girl are nothing but a parasite! Useless! A complete glutton! Are you trying to eat our [Brainwashing Department] dry?!"

—If you do it once, you'll do it twice, and then it will happen again and again.

The sound of the whip cracked like firecrackers during a New Year's celebration in a neighboring country—a lively and increasingly intense sound.

During this process, the Magic Rose's pink and white eyes became dull and lifeless.

They completely lost themselves and became immersed in villainous roles.

Ultimately, she mistook the person in the bag for herself when she was defeated and captured.

All verbal abuse is actually a form of self-reflection.

After a good whipping, my wrists were a little sore, so I switched to stomping.

The silver-white boots, unique to the female knight, were raised high and then fell heavily.

Stepping into the very center of the sack, I heard a series of splattering sounds coming from inside.

The feel of the shoe's upper is like stepping on a big lump of jelly, incredibly comfortable.

To be honest, it's a bit embarrassing—

Feeling the wriggling inside the sack, my feet, encased in boots, tensed up uncontrollably with excitement.

Every toe was curling up as much as possible.

Unruly hot sweat overflows between the toes, fermenting wildly in the enclosed space.

If you were to pick it, a fragrant, warm white mist would definitely gush out all at once.

"Rice weevil! Useless!! A complete glutton!!!"

"Huh? Why do you seem excited even inside the sack? What a disgraceful magical girl!"

"I'll stomp you to death! I'll beat you to death! Die, die, die! This is the price you pay for your defeat!"

Magic Rose stomped her feet on the sack while frantically whipping it.

It wasn't until two minutes later, when I was even panting heavily, that I snapped out of my daze and realized what had happened.

—It is the most shameful thing to take out one's anger on innocent people!

"This, this, this..."

Magic Rose quickly withdrew her hands and feet, turned around, and looked at the recording crew who had remained silent.

"Wait, why didn't you stop me?!"

"Huh? Isn't this a great performance? Why should I stop you?"

Sitting on a small stool next to the camera, the female director crossed her arms and cast a playful glance at him.