"His brain was fried," a voice remarked as the man shifted his gaze from his clipboard to the stretcher carrying a barely conscious man. "Don't think he'll be up anytime soon. But look, this is the first time we've managed to stop one of their operations..."
A sultry feminine voice cut in. A woman with flowing blonde hair partly hidden by a purple mask walked toward the detective. Her eyes tilted towards a nearby reporter. "Whatever the case, the media's losing it. I always thought vigilantes were disdained, not crazed over."
The detective's face was etched with consideration as he replied, "Typically, vigilantes are dismissed as reckless, unqualified meta users desperate for attention. But this one seems reasonably trained… and, as it turns out, he has a pretty big ass."
...are you fucking serious?" Mt. Lady snapped, spinning around to ogle her own delectable behind with a pout. "What, the nerds got bored of me?" she shot back, grabbing her own ass half-annoyed.
"N— No, uh—I really dunno..." the detective stuttered, turning his face away. "we haven't been able to positively identify the hero yet. Facial records are matching a name, but everything is encrypted. All we got is…"
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"Magical Girl? Seriously?" Nao's eyes twitched. "First off, I'm a guy. And secondly, a hero name is supposed to inspire confidence. 'Magical Girl' just sounds stupid."
[The name cannot be changed. The public already recognizes you as Magical Girl.]
The system notification popped up, prompting Nao to sigh dismissively before shifting his focus back to his phone, where the daily news played in the background.
"Harvey, what do you think about this new vigilante? Honestly, we already have heroes who are properly trained and experienced. An amateur—who isn't even coordinating with anyone—might just cause more trouble," Olivia remarked.
Olivia's colleague Harvey responded with a measured chuckle, "Olivia, I don't really know what to say. It's impressive, really—having such a thick—I mean, kind—aspiring hero on the scene. I'm sure it won't be long before he signs up with an agency, and then see him grow from there."
"Did seeing some ass mess up your head?" Olivia retorted.
Nao slammed his phone shut, his face turning a deep shade of red. "Ugh… this is a nightmare… What if my parents ever find out? I can't even imagine how disappointed they'd be," he murmured, his eyes cast downward in shame.
[Your personal details have been encrypted and/or erased from every database. There is zero chance anyone finds out you're Magical Girl—unless you blab about it.]
"Oh… thanks." Nao replied softly, his voice betraying embarrassment as he bit his lip at the system's unexpected help. "Could you change my appearance back to normal?"
[Your appearance is optimized for the purpose of the system. It would be stupid to see a muscular man in a dress. In addition, it has been designed to increase your attractiveness.]
"But I'm a guy!" Nao protested, his tone dejected as he stared out of his window, his eyes tracing every detail of the body he now inhabited. "Why the fuck can't I get out of these clothes? I just wanna grab something to eat." he grumbled.
[Outfits can be equipped and removed; however, you are restricted from wearing clothes outside the system.
Beginner Gift Box: Casual Clothing...
Unpacked!
- Pink t-shirt (Kindergarten Set)
- Blue skirt (Kindergarten Set)
- White stockings (Kindergarten Set)
Kindergarten Set: A set of clothes reminiscent of a kindergarten's fashion choices. Though made for an adult, the sizing is intentionally small.
No special effects. ]
Without warning, Nao's clothes started glowing and morphed, shifting into a simple yet adorably cutesy outfit. Too bad the skirt barely managed to hide the childish panties underneath.
"Do you not have any… normal clothes?" Nao snapped, tugging at the inseparable skirt, only to realize it was welded to his body by the system itself.
[Yup. However, I have no intention of providing you with any alternative.]
"Thanks for the honesty," Nao sighed, resignation mixed with humor as he stepped out of his apartment, locking the door behind him. He made his way to a nearby coffee shop, the cool morning air mingling with his inner turmoil as he approached the counter.
"Quad espresso… make it fast," he ordered, his voice heavy with fatigue, leaning against the counter as he suddenly realized he had attracted a throng of curious onlookers.
(Character picture in comment section)
"Hey." A masculine voice rang out. A dark-skinned man, his long hair braided into tight dreads, blocked Nao's path. Nao, already small under the system's transformation, shrank back in apprehension. The stranger's imposing stature made Nao feel even smaller.
"Wassup, here by yourself?" the dude drawled, slapping a hand on Nao's shoulder and eyeballing his exposed ass with naughty appreciation, his grip firm and intrusive.
"Y-Yeah, I just want a coffee," Nao stammered, overwhelmed. He was a guy being hit on by another guy, and neither were gay.
"Cool, cool." He replied nonchalantly, his hand reaching under and firmly grasping Nao's ass, firmly gripping Nao's ass, giving it a tight, assertive squeeze that made Nao squeal.
After the barista finished preparing his espresso, Nao snatched the drink and awkwardly retreated from the man's grasp. He managed a polite smile, though his cheeks burned with humiliation, and quickly departed the coffee shop. "Fucking..."
[Ding! Congratulations on seducing your first love! Opening Cosmetics Box...
- Makeup Set
- Hair extender
- 1x Free Surgery Card
End of details.]
"You're doing this just to piss me off, aren't you?" Nao muttered through gritted teeth as he stormed off in a random direction. He sparked lightning from his fingertips, watching with a mix of awe and irritation as the electric charge leapt onto a nearby metal pole.
"For all your faults, I suppose you do make me stronger," he admitted quietly, centering himself and embracing the surge of power.
[Stronger... Calculating path... Path found!
Initiating Questline: Internet Famous!
Description: Your recent act of vigilantism has attracted a storm of media attention! Use it to build your social platform.
Objective: Reach 5,000+ Followers on GoLive!
Reward:
- 1x Quirk Amplification Card
- 1x Magical Girl Outfit Upgrade
End of details. Accept? (Y/N)]
"Quirk amplification card?" Nao mumbled under a hushed, tremulous whisper, clutching his chest as his heart pounded in his ears. "Accept. But uh, what do I do? Just stream myself?"
[Accepted questline: Internet Famous!
Equipping Magical Girl Outfit... Success! Starting stream... modifying stream... broadcasting...]
A floating camera materialized out of thin air and hovered near Nao's face, drifting upward to capture a steamy shot of his entire figure while his clothes gleamed, shifting once more into the magical girl uniform.
"C- Come on, I just got out of that!" Nao groaned, heat rushing to his cheeks as he locked eyes with the camera, his arms folding to hide his embarrassment.
[Stream has started!
Your viewer count has hit 39 and will steadily increase as the system promotes your broadcast. Comments will appear as pop-ups.]
["YOOOO! Is that hero chic this morning?"]
["OMG, thank you!! My niece was at that park. It's terrifying how thugs like that operated right where we lived..."]
["yo turn around i wanna see some ass"]
"H- Hi..." Nao stuttered softly, offering a hesitant wave to the unseen audience. "Uh... so, about the thug—this criminal, Slimeball, was running a human trafficking ring..." he explained nervously, his voice suited to reciting a report than in a stream.
The floating camera drifted around, zooming in behind Nao and sliding lower to get a damn good shot of his ass.
["HA holy shit w camera man!"]
["Yo this bitch vs Midnight whos thicker?"]
["Dawg Midnight dummy thick cant even lie 😭"]
["shake that booty for me im almost done"]
["yo what?"]
["Nah that guy really rubbing one to a stream? 😂"]
"H- Hey! What the fuck?" Nao growled, snatching the camera back as he hurled it into the air. "Fucking shit... it's live!" he cursed, as he realized this embarrassing questline was the reason the system gave out damn good rewards.