McGillis safely invited Vegeta to the secret base.
He met his subordinates who were there.
A grand banquet was held for their new ally.
“Wait a minute!!”
“???”
Vegeta lectured McGillis and the others, urging them to express gratitude for the food and drinks.
“Guh… I… can’t…”
He spoke of the wonders of wild vegetables and the greatness of Harvest and Gourmet God Hapichu, extolling plants as the source of all nourishment. He proclaimed plants, which do not sleep like beasts and can thrive with just soil, water, and sunlight, as divine beings.
“It’s… enough… my head…”
Vegeta’s welcome party was a complete failure.
The next day, McGillis and his subordinates were like victims of a persuasive door-to-door salesman. They heard from the subordinates who hadn’t been present that they hadn’t been in their right minds for half a day after waking up.
“What the heck!!”
The demerits of having Vegeta as an ally were significant. However, his magic power was immense. McGillis desperately persuaded his subordinates, who wanted Vegeta gone, that he would surely show them benefits that would outweigh the drawbacks.
Meanwhile, as McGillis and the others struggled…
In the room of “Poisoned Flower.”
She had charmed the person in charge of the dormitory, securing a large shared room as their living space.
The large room.
“Damn monkeys!”
*Whap! Whap! Whap!*
“Eeeh ♥” “Oink ♥!” “Thanx ♥”
She whipped the men she had trained into M-slaves, astride a horse.
She was absolutely confident in her seductive charms!
*Whap! Whap! Whap!*
“Aaaah ♥!”
“And yet, I lost to a mere monkey! I can’t accept this!”
*Whap! Whap! Crack!*
“♥?! Aw, aw? Hehehe ♥”
The horsewhip, unable to withstand the punishment, broke. The slaves whimpered, begging for more pain. They looked up at Queen (Poisoned Flower) with the adoring gaze of small animals asking for a favor.
*Thwack! Rub rub, rub rub.*
“Stop giving me that creepy look!”
“Aaaah ♥♥”
“Hoo ♥”
“Haff, haff ♥”
Kicked and gouged by the Queen’s toes and heels, the M-slaves vied for a clear frontal view to receive more abuse. The pain they inflicted on each other was mere suffering.
“Haaah, I’m so frustrated, so frustrated, SO FRUSTRATED!”
*Thud! Kick! Stab!*
“♥ Aaaah ♥”
The M-slaves urinated with joy at the Queen’s reward and writhed in ecstasy.
In the room and club room of “Illusionist.”
He had been investigating, with the help of his subordinates, whether a traveling troupe that had visited the orphanage possessed illusion magic surpassing his own.
“Is it ready yet? … Is there still no report from anyone?”
“Y-yes,部長. We’re taking time to investigate because the troupe members’ whereabouts are unknown.”
During the war, troupes were suspected of being spies for other countries. Therefore, they performed in no towns or cities, making it impossible for the club members to find them, even with their vast manpower.
“I should have given them a description…”
It was too late.
The部長 (Illusionist) faced another day, and another. The man (Lord Vegetarian, Vegeta) had said,
“I know that! Show me something else. If you don’t have anything, don’t get in my way!”
He knew it.
His unique illusions had already been recognized by that man. Who were the people and the troupe who performed illusions with the same intentions as him? He absolutely had to meet them and learn the circumstances under which they created illusions he didn’t know. So that when he performed them again somewhere, he wouldn’t hear that cruel phrase.
“Hurry up and contact me… anyone…”
“Please calm down, 部長.”
The 部長 greeted the next day without a wink of sleep. His members worried about his health.
In “Pervert’s” laboratory.
“You who are immune to my drug (brainwashing drug)! You’ve embarrassed me.”
“I’ll make you regret it.”
He had many phantom members. To the New Drug Development Department, “Pervert” was disliked by other club activities, but he pressed on with his new drug research regardless. For human trials of his new drug, he kidnapped some unfortunate club member who caught his eye today.
“Time for your injection, begin.”
“Nnngh-!? Nnngghh!?”
Their limbs were numbed, their mouths gagged. The pitiful test subject had the new drug injected into their body. For hours, they convulsed, lost consciousness, and were forcibly awakened.
“Gah gah gah…!?”
His jaw dislocated. His pupils widened, and “Pervert” quickly injected an antidote.
“Gurgle gurgle…”
He foamed at the mouth.
“This won’t do.”
He injected another antidote. The test subject convulsed violently again.
“The rejection reaction is severe.”
“Gah gah gah…, t…t…”
Consciousness returned. The test subject was brought back from the brink of death. A few minutes later, after being made to inhale a memory-erasing drug, the test subject, without even their appearance being tidied up, was abandoned in the shadow of a building rarely frequented during school holidays, in a tattered state as if they had been mugged.
“I need to re-examine the data.”
To face the man (Lord Vegetarian, Vegeta) again. Next time, he would manipulate him as he pleased and perfectly fulfill McGillis’s request.
“I will obtain research funds, gufu fu… ♪”
“Pervert” extracted useful elements from the data, using the bad parts to improve his poisonous new drug.
In “[Monkey]’s” residence.
McGillis and other clients. Success rate of requests: 83%. Nickname: “The Rich One.” Everyone in the residence was a subordinate and family.
“Boss, Boss ♪”
“How’s your work fatigue ♪?”
“Would you like a bath ♪?”
“Uhihi ♪ A bath ♪ Then I’ll have my body cleaned ♪”
He preferred to be attended to by women rather than men.
The master of “[Monkey]’s” residence. He had the gatekeeper inform him that yesterday’s reward might be arriving soon. In the bathtub, he enjoyed a breast-sponge massage from a woman. Yesterday’s fatigue completely disappeared, and he engaged in a bubbly romp with the women.
Bubbles reflected the intertwined bodies of men and women.
“Uhihi, it seems I’ll have another request soon ♪”
“We await your excellent performance at the residence, mwah ♥”
