Tick tock tick tock.

Within a cold, small beige room, only the constant tick-tock of a clock sounded. In the middle of the room, two figures sat at a folding table. A creak rang out as one of the figures leaned against the temporary table, interrupting the incessant sound of the clock ticking.

The figure that caused the noise wore a solemn expression, her formal blue police fitting tight against her body, not only pronouncing C cup breasts and her curves but also making her toned frame look sexy yet serious. Although the policewoman looked imposing and ready to lay down the law, the person sitting across from her didn’t seem to care at all and merely toyed with her handcuffs in boredom.

The detainee resembled someone of middle-eastern descent. Her hair was as black as the night sky, her eyes shimmered a vivid, wild green, and her glossy red lips that any guy would want to steal if they got the chance. Her facial features were quite easy on the eyes. If it was a male cop perhaps he’d feel uncomfortable in certain places, but the female cop wasn't the slightest bit swayed by the detainee’s looks. She had a job to do.

“So are you going to talk?” The policewoman asked.

The Middle Eastern bombshell began tapping the desk without a care in the world, more interested in her handcuffs than the murderous stare the policewoman was giving off after being ignored.

“You know why you're here, right? You were caught red-handed selling illegal magical tools to normal people near the train station.” The officer continued.

The Bombshell stared at her nails as she replied, “Oh? Is that right? And here I thought you were into some kink play by handcuffing me and bringing me here.”

“You think this is a game young lady!? I would’ve left you with a ticket after confiscating the mundane contraband, but you weren't just selling the average run-of-the-mill magical tools. Those were military-grade magical tools being sold for chump change to kids. To kids!

“Did you want to cause a scene? I might be fresh out of the academy, but even I know that just one of those objects you were selling could’ve easily ended a life. Once the magic team identifies them for sure, you’ll be going away for a long, long time. So it would be best if you gave up your supplier. We might even lighten your sentence if you do.”

This big of a score should give my career a boost. Heh, I’ll show those old fogies that I have what it takes to be a police officer.

Feeling confident that she could break the girl in front of her, the policewoman couldn’t help but grin a bit as she waited for her words to sink in.

However, the girl didn't crumble into a sobbing mess as she expected. Instead, she merely spaced out, staring at her cuffs as if she didn't even hear the policewoman's threat. Not getting the reaction she wanted, anger surged through the police officer. She jumped to her feet, slamming her palms against the table. Startled, the previously absent-minded girl stared at her with amazement in her eyes.

Seeing that she had her detainee’s attention the police girl inwardly smirked but outwardly kept an icy demeanor as she barked “Paying attention now, girl? If you keep playing dumb I'll make sure the judge throws the book at you! You're looking at getting imprisoned for at least twenty years! If you don’t tell me where you acquired those magical tools, the court won’t show you any mercy!”

The girl’s bewilderment quickly turned to appraisement as she licked her lips, studying the officer before her. This sent a cold shiver down the policewoman's body, making her flinch backward despite her training. The bombshell leaned forward causing her cuffs to make clicking sounds as her eyes roamed wantonly over the policewoman's toned body.

Smiling seductively she began to speak in a voice sweeter than honey, “Hmmm, guess I really do need to test your body...”

The girl’s remark threw the officer off her game, “Wha-what?”

“But first... these cuffs. They were fun for a bit, even kinky to a degree. But now they’re just a bore. I'm not cut out to be a taker, you see...”

The cop watched in horror as the bombshell began to glow blue. The girl raised her hands slowly and flexed her wrists in a quick motion, causing the cuffs to break into pieces in the amount of time it took a person to blink.

The handcuff fragments floated above her head as the bombshell's clothes were covered by a blinding blue light. Her once plain clothing transformed into a frilly midnight blue and white dress under the cop's terrified eyes. But the strangest thing was the oddly shaped metallic gems embedded in the girl’s wrists, forehead, and in the middle of her chest. They shone with an absolutely breathtaking black brilliance.

All in all, the girl’s dress was designed for easy movement and wasn’t even that revealing, only showing off the skin on her arms and legs. It took a bit to describe, but the transformation only took a few moments to finish.

The policewoman tremblingly pulled out her pistol and stuttered, “D-don’t move!”

Eyes narrowed, the bombshell mimicked the cop by pointing her hand at her like a gun, “Ah you pulled out a ‘toy.’ Let’s put that away for a bit, sweetie.”

Licking her lips once again, the girl snapped her fingers and to the police officer’s shock, her pistol began breaking apart, bullets and all being molded like clay before being added to the girl’s malformed handcuff fragments.

With a flick of her wrist, the bombshell sent the ball of metal forwards. It split into two pairs of handcuffs as it moved and, unable to dodge, the policewoman was knocked to the ground as the cuffs clicked around her wrists and ankles. Bombshell bounced her finger and the officer flinched in alarm as her arms were forced behind her back.

Pale-faced and sweating, the policewoman couldn’t believe her eyes.

I thought she was a thrall at most... How could she be a legit magical girl?! Why did I have to stub my toe on such a demented existence? Normal officers have no chance when facing them...not even that hard-ass instructor could handle one! Am… Am I going to die here?

Feeling the threat of death the police officer lost all of her previous arrogance and tears began to roll down her cheeks. But Bombshell wasn’t moved in the slightest. She moved closer, step by step until she stood right next to her captive.

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With a slight grin, she leaned down to look at her new plaything and whispered chillingly, “I need to examine you.”

“Wha-a-a-a... What?!? D-d-don’t come closer!”

Running her hand along the officer’s stomach she continued, “Shhh, don’t worry. I’ll do it slowly and carefully, so we can both enjoy it.?”

“HE— uof.”

Done talking, Bombshell took off the policewoman’s left shoe and sock and shoved the sock into her mouth, “Shhh silence, ‘potential.’ Just relax and enjoy~. Oh? Your name tag... Wendy? A cute name for a cute girl.”

With a devious smile, Bombshell started to feel up Wendy’s body with excitement as her prey desperately and futilely tried to get away. Bombshell’s hands moved over the officer’s arms tenderly and reached for her shoulders.

Then she slowly reached for the officer’s buttons and popped them open one by one, quickly revealing the policewoman’s large chest that was held back by her lacy black bra.

“What amazing weapons you have here! They’re bigger than mine for cryin’ out loud... These fun bags are just to my tastes... Now let’s see those legs!”

With practiced ease, Bombshell removed Wendy’s belt and slid her pants off to reveal her toned, hairy legs. Frowning, the magical girl looked up at the policewoman with eyes full of scorn, “How could you not shave your legs?! Are you not a woman?! Points subtracted!”

Looking away with tears of embarrassment in her eyes, Wendy’s mind was full of excuses.

I didn’t have enough time today! They grow like a jungle if I don’t shave them every day... It’s not my fault that the chief has been making me work overtime! Wait, why do I even care about that?! This girl is about to… d-do things to me! Someone, chief, you ugly bastard, Luke, you prick, or Loid, you playboy... Help me! Anyone is fine, just help me!

Bombshell shook her head with a sigh, “Oh well, it’s a minor matter to fix. The well-defined figure, no injuries to the body... Everything else is good, I just have to check ‘that’ place and see if it’s there...”

The policewoman stared at her with wide eyes full of fear as Bombshell groped her chest before sliding her hands downwards. Wendy could feel Bombshell’s hands travel along her legs, inching ever closer her black striped panties.

Fortunately, Bombshell stopped just an inch before pulling down her panties, “Ah, this is the place! Let's dig in, shall we? Thanks for the meal!”

‘Eh? Does she mean to… E-eat me out?!? I-I haven’t even had a man. To lose my virginity like this… I-I’ll never be able to marry!’ The officer panicked.

Wendy tried to struggle the best she could, but it was fruitless as Bombshell had grown annoyed. She waved her hand, and Wendy was forced to spread her arms and legs. Her restraints fused to the floor, eliminating any possible resistance.

“Don’t worry I’ll be gentle~.”

Shaking her head back and forth, trying to resist all she could, Wendy watched in horror as Bombshell’s hand made a pointed palm right at her sacred place.

She isn’t going to use one finger but all of them!?! I’ll die— no, I’ll really die!!!

Bombshell smiled from ear to ear with a crazed look in her eyes, “Now! Let’s see if you have it!”

“Nuoffuu!!!”

Not even bothering to listen to the forlorn plea, Bombshell shoved her hand straight into Wendy’s stomach, making the poor police officer’s eyes open wide.

It went in with just one move… Was… was I really that loose? Or am I just so hysterical that I can’t feel any pain?

As Wendy lay there, seemingly delusional, Bombshell dug through the organs just under the officer’s belly button.

Hmmm… Not here, not in this spot as well... Damn, I thought this girl was the one. It’s just another ‘void.’ And after all the trouble I went through, preparing her body. What a waste of time. I guess it was someone else in the crowd.

I’ll have to check the other marked ones later. Oh well, it’s about time for that party the gang is throwing. Tanya should be outside, waiting for me to finish. Guess it’s high time to end it here. It’s a pity, despite the hairy legs this girl could have been good magical girl material.

Getting off of the delirious officer, Bombshell tapped on her finger and a simple silver ring adorned with a small black onyx appeared in a flash of blue light. Bombshell tapped on the ring and started talking, “Sigh, wasted my time. Guess I’ll head off now. Hey Tanya, open the wall and let’s blow this joint.”

A voice quickly responded, coming through from the ring, “Alright Big Sis Asita! One breakout coming up!”

Bombshell, or rather, Asita's displeased voice woke the policewoman from her delusions.

This crazy magical girl is leaving? My life is saved, huzzah! She cheered.

Tears of joy started pooling in her eyes as one of the walls near her started to break down, opening a path for Asita to walk out unhindered.

Outside, Tanya sat atop one of the half walls circling the police station wearing a white shirt, a yellow leather jacket, loose black jeans, and a pair of combat boots.

A pair of dog tags jingled around her neck as she swayed back and forth, kicking her feet. Her long brown hair shook with her movements as her wide blue eyes stared excitedly in Asita's direction. A fractal scar ran through her pale skin from her left cheek all the way down to her neck, but it did nothing to ruin her beauty. Rather, the scar only added to her charm.

Tanya was just a tad shorter than Asita, so as she rushed towards her big sister with a smile she resembled a cheerful puppy.

“So I’m guessing she was a ‘void,’ right? Big sis you just have the worst luck! Even after checking over twenty girls you still haven’t found a good one to bring to the ‘ritual.’ Do you need to borrow some of your little sister's fortune?”

Asita frowned and smacked the smaller girl upside the head, “Brat, you just got lucky and landed one on the first day when I was off on a mission. If I had been there she would have been mine! Humph, just you wait. Your big sister will find a better one!”

The two walked and talked along the quiet streets of the city. Eventually, they came to a neighborhood with shotty lights that were in desperate need of repair.

“Whatever, let’s just head to the party. I'm sure our sisters are throwing a wild one. I can’t wait to get hammered and forget about this annoying mis— Whoa, what do we have here?”

Asita paused, having spotted a figure walking alone out of the corner of her eye.

The girl was pretty plain for her taste, extremely plain. Actually, her features could be considered average, but her brown hair was worn straight down and covered her eyes She wore dull baggy clothing and a pair of large square framed rimmed glasses. Nothing really stood out about her except the seemingly random white strand of hair in the midst of her brown locks. It was invisible to the naked eye for all but Asita, who could see it as clear as day. It was one of the countless markers she had placed the other day.

With a curious smile Asita pulled Tanya back by her shoulder, “Well... it seems my luck might be changing little sister. I suddenly found one of my ‘marks.’ Shall we have a little more fun before we head to the party?”

Tanya, who was at first annoyed when her shoulder was grabbed, smiled deviously after hearing her explanation.

“Oh? Another ‘target?’ Let’s see if this plant will bear you some fruit, big sister!”

Getting the go-ahead from her cute little sister, Asita quickly caught up to the average-looking girl carrying two plastic bags. Asita walked in front of the girl, her smile growing wider with each passing moment, “Hey~. Girl, come play with me and my little sister for a bit. It’ll be a good time, I swear~!”

Raising her eyes from the ground the average-looking girl tilted her head sideways with a small “Eh?”