Nacht Base, after the disastrous operation. Save for the mysterious Sister Gigant, everyone has gathered around the defeated Lord Enorme, id down on a couch, with Lilienschwalbe’s viroking along the woman’s chakra.

  As she cries.

  As she cries and she cries and she cries.

  The moment Lord E into Nacht Base, far from the prying eyes of the public, she started g. She hasn’t stopped. Alice gs tightly to y, frowning sympathetically with Enorme, and you stroke her hair, trying to fort her as Lilienschwalbe finishes her examination, utilizing her magical talent with biological life.

  “She has just enough mana to stay transformed. I’ve done my best to stabilize her, but once she untransforms…her transformer will burn out and crumble, and even her anti-reition magic will fail. Anyone who looks at her will reize her as the former Lord Enorme…”

  Enorme has nht to be g, though, does she?

  “So it’s that serious, huh.” You frown. “Venalita’s willing to toss away so many girls, even on her own side, just to satisfy her needs.”

  After all that she is, all that she’s dohe so-called ‘Lord’ has nht to cry, nor to have anyone feeling sorry for her.

  “…you knew about this, didn’t you, Viccy?” asks Lilienschwalbe.

  Because she see all of their faces. Every single magical girl she’s sin. Ready to greet her on her way down to Hell. How she cry when she’s killed dozens upon dozens and dozens of is, all for the sake of a lie?

  “I had my suspis, Lili.”

  All that she did. Everything. Was for the sake of humanity. Womankind’s goldehat’s what she was told. That these sacrifices would make everythier. That only true strength could reform the world. And now…

  “When I first examined Eransformation star, it felt like something was off.”

  now, Enorme knows it was all for nothing. Less than nothing.

  “Then Venalita betrayed us, and I saw what was happening. I didn’t think it’d happen so quickly, but I uimated just how reliant Enorme was oernal mana source.”

  A fake transf heroine. A false idol. No Lord at all. A freeter could never bee a Lord – especially not her.

  “Because she’s had no practice…”

  Just vague ideals. Ideals she believed could only be achieved through violence. A follower, not a leader. A patsy, for the sake of someone else. One woman iime pys many parts, and this was the part she pyed. In the end, she ook the true throhat was meant for someone else, someone who wasn’t so hollow, unfit even to be der.

  “and, I suspect, because her beliefs weren’t truly her own.”

  After all…

  “After our first operation together, Lili, I’ve firmed that without a belief and desire in your heart, and without the passion to achieve it?”

  Women are props oage of life, and no matter how tender, how exquisite…

  “A transformed heroine – good or evil – ever achieve her full potential.”

  A lie will remain a lie.

  “…we’re just pawns to those mascots, huh, Viccy?” Lilienschwalbe strokes Alice’s hair, as you lean down to press your hand against Enorme’s shoulder. “I guess we should be gd Venalita betrayed us, in a way.”

  You watch, as Enorme cries, and wonder what could be worth so many lives wasted. Does Venalita truly think so little of humanity?

  You still ’t figure it out. What’s the point of all this? Is it because of your daughter? The whole meeting with Enorme…if Utena had been the oihey’d end up fighting. A csh between vilinous transformed heroines. Is…

  is that all your precious Enorme is for? Just a stepping stone?!

  Your nails dig into your palm. You shudder to think what it is Venalita has in mind for your daughter. It must be her, right? She found you, found your power, took a gamble on you when she realized you could surpass Utena…and then ran away when she realized adults weren’t so easy to mislead as teenagers, and that they’re substantially more likely to see the be in world domination.

  If only your precious daughter could uand! Utena could toy with anyone she likes! Unleash every bit of her sadistic lust upon any girl who crosses her eye! The world could so easily be hers!

  If only she could see it! You’ll have to show her! The false hope of magical girls, and the joy of domination! What a world this could be, if trolled by a strong hand!

  (You have, of course, at this point, pletely lost sight of what you set out to do.)

  Lilienschwalbe walks over, reaches out, and takes your hand in her own, lig up the blood where your cws dug in. “It’s okay, you know? If anyone help her right now, it’s you. You’ve always kept our team together. And when I’ve cried, you’ve been there for me. If it weren’t for you, I’m sure I’d never have had the strength to keep going…”

  “Even though you never really wahe job in the first pce?” You ugh bitterly, as your precious Lili’s saliva closes your self-inflicted wounds. “We’ve both lived for the sake of lies before.”

  “And that’s the world we’ll build, Viccy. A world where we won’t need such things. Where magic will flourish, and we’ll all go absolutely mad. Where my…where our little Alice won’t ever have to suffer through what we did.”

  Alies close, and embraces the both of you, nuzzling into ys. Yes, she’s just so pure…it’d be a shame to let her desires be muzzled, like your daughter’s already are, let alohe way yours were for so long. That’s the kind of world you want to create.

  “…I’m going to take Alice to bed,” Lili whispers, kissing your cheek. “It’s you she needs. It’s yic. Show her your love.”

  You nod and kiss back, as your beloved and her daughter walk off and float into a portal back to their apartment. Alice wouldn’t have the words to fort Enorme, and Lili has only just met her. It’s you who has to heal your precious Lord’s heart, and you alone.

  “…you were lied to,” you say, running your fihough Enorme’s hair. (It feels so…human.)

  “I should have knower,” she whispers.

  “You wao make the world a better pce, at any cost. Right? That’s not a failing. It’s Venalita’s, for lying to you, and using you as a on.”

  Enorme might bear some responsibility, for certain. But she romised something by Venalita in exge for taking on that burden. If Venalita were telling the truth…well, maybe it might be worth it.

  “I don’t deserve to live,” she whispers.

  “Killing you won’t bring those girls back. I won’t waste girls.”

  “Then…then I o be punished.”

  “I’m not going to punish you, okay?” You shake your head. “We’ll move on from here. It’s all because of Venalita. I five –”

  “No!”

  You’re startled, as Enorme suddenly reaches up, ging to you, eyes red with the effort of her tears, looking so very terrified at the idea of being fiven. At the idea of being given absolution.

  “No, you don’t uand!” Enorme’s eyes stare up at you in desperation, in crazed fear. In need. Uo restrain herself, something inside her g out, demanding to be answered. “I…I o be punished. I ’t…I ’t simply, I ’t simply go on like this. I’ve done something…something that ’t be fiven, and I don’t deserve mercy…I , Victricia!”

  And then, you see it.

  You see what she needs. What she’s been begging for. What it is she’s missing. Something fual. She’s lived a whole life without love. She’s lived her life taking on all that responsibility, never getting to be tht fr. Forced to grow up, without ever getting to be a child. Aill remaining one.

  Such a tiny little thing. Just a little girl, lost and scared, and in need of the guidanly you give.

  In your eyes, you know what she is. And what you o be for her.

  Not just Victricia, but…

  “Naoko.”

  “Eh?”

  You smile down on your little girl. “Call me Naoko.”

  “Nao…ko…”

  She feels like she’s almost choking on the words, the part of her she made to protect herself from the implications of her as, that imperious persona, recoiling at the idea of you so easily revealing your identity. Taking off your mask. The thing she kept even from her closest allies.

  But you see it in her eyes.

  She needs you. Not just as Victricia Baiser, but as Hiiragi Naoko.

  “You’ve been a bad girl, sweetie. You’ve done some very bad things, haven’t you?” You take on that sweet voice you almost fot, the one you thought you’d never get to use again. A voice you’ve used twice before – once, when teag your precious little Utena good from bad…and once, when showing your dear departed wife the depths of your desire for her.

  Slowly, hesitantly, she nods to you. In fear, a in desperation.

  You see it in her eyes. ‘Finally’.

  You settle onto the couext to Enorme, and lift her into your p, just a sientacle pressing against her transformation star. You pull away her damaged e, bit by bit, the thing practically crumbling in your hands from a ana. Underh, just a leotard, so easily dispying her rear, letting you trace your cws all over Enorme’s delicious cheeks. So delicate, so pale. Untouched.

  Ripe for punishment. The punishment for a naughty girl who dared to waste perfectly good girls. Girls who could have so easily beinions of evil.

  And so you give Enorme’s ass what it needs most.

  Smack.

  You hear her yelling in pain from the strike, the tears in her eyes flying away, as you hold her down with your arm and your tentacles, your strong hand showing Enorme what she needs.

  Smack.

  She’s never been punished. Never been praised. As a parent, it’s so easy to see.

  Smack.

  You’re so very proud of her for what she’s doo maintain her pride, her independence. And you’re so very disappointed in her for falling for such simple tricks and using them as an excuse to do that meddling mascot’s bidding.

  Smack.

  No wonder she g to you so easily from the start. And no wonder, even now, that she looks to you for dire, letting you choose her fate, whatever it might be.

  Smack.

  After all, Enorme knows.

  Smack.

  She knows. She knows, from the start, that you – her beloved advisor, her brilliant Victricia, her sweet Naoko – have been so lovingly washing, ing, and scrubbing her brain from the moment your cables touched her.

  Smack.

  But by the time she knew for certain, she had pletely stopped g. Indeed, she willingly craved it.

  Smack.

  With her stolen power, she could have resisted, once she knew. It would have been effortless, even against your formidable power. You had no power over her that she didn’t give away.

  Smack.

  But she didn’t care. Because…

  Smack.

  It was an act of love. An act of pure, urained love. Surely, Morino Korisu and Morino Mei felt it too! No wohey fell so easily for you!

  Smack.

  You treated her with such dignity! Helped her achieve her goals! Made her realize that she could enjoy life’s pleasures even as a viliness! She fell for you!

  Smack.

  Shaping brains is simply your way of expressing that love! No wohat’s your strategy for world domination! Where Enorme only had visions of social reform achieved through absolute power, you realized the truth! That only through shaping the people’s will directly could true reform be achieved!

  Smack.

  It doesn’t matter if she’s not Lord Enorme anymore! Even if she ever be a transformed heroine again, she’ll follow you to the ends of the Earth! Even into outer space!

  Smack.

  The ruler she always he mother she always craved! This punishment, too, is an act of love!

  You see it, you see it as Enorme casts away her pride, bit by bit. Those red marks on her ass, such a deliciously sweet peach, are a mark of how deeply devoted she is to you. Even you’re so very pleasantly surprised by how willing she is. It’s only now you see the true extent of your influence over her, the way she let you in past deferohan even you khe way even her imperious mask couldn’t resist true love.

  Such devotion is to be rewarded.

  “You want to be reborn, don’t you, sweetie?”

  With your fingers and cables in her mouth, Enorme do nothing but nod.

  “But it’s already happened. Because you’re not the same. Not sihe day we met. Because I know you never wahis in the first pce. I know what you really want.” You grin madly, lig your lips as you prepare the finishing blow. “You want to fuck magical girls, don’t you? You want to touch them? You want to unleash all your desires, let your lust cry out, quer your hesitation?”

  Yes. The thought would be inceivable to Enorme before. But now, it made such perfect sense. Or did it always make sense, and was it Venalita who vinced her otherwise? Why could she not see your superior vision for world domination for herself, if not for the mascot’s meddling?

  “Yes. You’re in your twenties, aren’t you?” You feel Enorme nod as your cws stroke her naked butt. More and more she’s willing to admit what she is. “And most magical girls are what. Fourteen? But you don’t care, do you? Like I don’t.”

  Oh, goddess…

  Erembles as she feels something dragged out of her. Was it real, or fake? Something she always had, or something you pnted inside her? She couldn’t tell anymore. And maybe it didn’t even matter. But the memories…

  “You lust after little girls. Because they keep showing themselves off. With those short skirted outfits and those breast-hugging tops and their defenselessness. They really have no sense of what they’re doing. I mean, just look at my daughter! Letting her breasts out without a care in the world, not realizing that she’s putting sinful thoughts in the minds of every single adult who ys eyes on her~”

  Yes. Enorme could see it. See herself. Staring at girls ten, fifteen years youhan her. Drooling over them. Jealously, even. Being a little girl would be so nice. She’d settle for toug. But being one. And being used. By her mothers, by her sisters. Because that’s what Enormita is now – not an anization of evil, but a family under Victricia’s strong hand.

  All that pent up rage turo violence, but all Enorme really wanted was to toud be touched. And if Naoko was making her want that, then…

  it doesn’t matter. Her pride doesn’t matter.

  Lord Enorme belongs…

  no.

  No, not Lord Enorme.

  “…Michiko.”

  “Hm~?”

  “Tanaka Michiko.”

  The name just tumbles out. Just like that.

  The secret. The one Michiko fought so hard to protect. Such that even her Lord Squad knew nothing of it. It tumbled out, so easily. A weight lifted off her shoulders. Because before you – before Hiiragi Naoko – she could have s. And wanted none. And so, she told you just who she truly is, just like that.

  Tanaka Michiko. Freeter. Dreamer. Romantic. Visionary. Burnout. Aspiring tyrant of ph.

  Tanaka Michiko. Lover of older women, like the mothers she never knew, grasping always.

  Tanaka Michiko. Lover of little girls, like the child Michiko never got to be.

  Once you strip away the ‘Lord Enorme’ she was forced to be…she’s just so beautiful. So unimaginably beautiful…

  You’ll accept it.

  You’ll accept it all. You’ll accept her all. Wash away the sins of killing transformed heroihat should have been verted by your hand into servants of evil and toys for your pleasure. Lord Enorme ever be fiven, but she’s just this tiny little speck, a half-cracked transformation star barely ging to your beloved Michiko’s head. Tanaka Michiko is your beloved little girl, and you’ll always be on her side.

  “N-Naoko…” You stroke Michiko’s cheek, running your fingers along her lips.

  “…I should have kept Alice here. I would have loved to see you beg to lick her pussy.”

  That tihread of pride – that ti bit of ‘sanity’, tyio the hidebound, crushing, lying world she was willing to bee a moo reform – is snapped when she realizes she’d gdly take that ce to fuck a girl half her age. The kind of girl she’d have killed prior, a her true desires might almost be worse…

  a, you’ll accept even that, won’t you?

  Because you’re the same.

  “N-Nao…ko…” Michiko swallows, and grins wide, abandoning her mispced pride as ‘Enorme’ ond for all. Now and forever. “Umm. M…mommy?”

  Ah. Just like your wife.~

  You missed that, didn’t you? ??

  “That’s right. Mommy’s here.~”

  And with that, with that permission, Miiles so wide, so much wider than she ever had, as your cable slide deep inside her throat, as her transformer finally cracks and burns out and all defenses she has against you fade pletely.

  The magic – the magic of Lord Enorme, leaderess of Enormita, murderer of miracles, first of her name – leaves her body, and now, Michiko is nothing but an ordinary human i longing to be reborn. Whose mind, body, and soul are yours to e, to be made your daughter in truth, and reshaped into whatever your will desires. She do nothing less for you.

  “Mommy’s here. Mommy, and her wife, awo little girls Alid Baiser, and we’re all going to be one~ big~ happy~ family~”

  Your fingers push into Michiko’s lips, against her tongue, cws leaking something toxid bck. Your cables cover her eyes, slither around her limbs, tie and pull tight as their sparking ends threaten her chastity, their slimy, filmy coating numbing her all-too-human skin.

  Michiko lets go of everything. Gdly. Enorme has done so much wrong, but Michiko will submit to your preercy, even if she doesn’t deserve it o. To be ed, washed, baptised in your warmth. As for her vow to be the world’s ruler…

  “Isn’t that right, my little girl?”

  Vows are spoken to be broken.