Chapter 38: Magical Girl Zero, hypnosis resistance is very low!

The night deepened in Lin Feng’s bedroom.

“What’s this treasure of yours?” Dongfang Cheng casually picked up a revealing, clearly risqué figurine of Magical Girl Shizuku Blue, exquisitely crafted, with detachable clothing at certain parts.

“Gah! Where’d you find that?!” Lin Feng, fresh from a shower, lunged forward, face flaming red, scrambling to snatch it back.

Dongfang sidestepped the grab with ease. “It was right on your desk. Not exactly hiding it, are you?”

He nodded toward Lin Feng’s glowing computer screen.

Lin Feng followed his gaze, and his face went from red to purple. Wallpaper Engine was diligently cycling through his curated, definitely-not-family-friendly magical girl dynamic wallpapers, one after another.

Realizing the depth and range of his collection, Lin Feng felt his social standing teetering on the edge.

“Man, rich dog, your tastes are weird,” Dongfang said, arms crossed, eyeing the blushing Lin Feng with an amused smirk. “At your age, shouldn’t you be into pure romance? How’d you fall this far? If you stared into the abyss, it’d probably run screaming.”

His gaze swept the room—battle-damaged magical girl hug pillows, a Magical Girl Zero poster, Zero dolls in various outfits, even a mousepad with suspiciously raised… features.

“What? Can’t a goblin have fantasies?” Lin Feng stammered, his weak retort crumbling under Dongfang’s onslaught.

Dongfang leaned toward the computer, reading aloud the latest download from Lin Feng’s ■■ cloud drive: “Brainwashing App Turns Pure Magical Girl into a Lewd… This is your fantasy?”

Lin Feng’s face contorted, and he let out a strangled yell, diving to cover Dongfang’s mouth. Dongfang dodged, eyes crinkling with laughter. “No wonder you’re rich but single. Girls would call the cops if they saw this.”

“It’s for the Knight Corps’ internal testing—” Lin Feng sputtered.

“Hypnosis app?”

“Not that!” Fuming at Dongfang’s all-knowing grin, Lin Feng, in a heated impulse, pulled up a shady-looking app on his phone and shoved it in Dongfang’s face. “Wanna see a hypnosis app? Fine! It’s just a gif, 30 frames at best!”

He tapped the purple icon, revealing a spiraling eye pattern glowing with ominous purple light.

It was a notorious new tool from Ouroboros’s indoctrination division, designed to induce consciousness through specific audiovisual frequencies. Still in early testing, it supposedly couldn’t even control cats or dogs, let alone humans.

“See? Useless…”

Lin Feng moved to pocket the phone, but noticed Dongfang staring blankly at the spiraling pattern, eyes vacant.

“Uh, A-Cheng?” Lin Feng ventured.

“I’m here.” Dongfang lifted his head, expressionless, his delicate face like a finely carved porcelain doll.

Lin Feng’s heart sank, a bad feeling rising. No way…

Swallowing hard, his voice dry with nerves, he asked, “A-Cheng, can you hear me?”

Dongfang nodded mechanically.

“How… do you feel?”

“Assessment: individual physiological parameters, normal.” His voice was flat, devoid of emotion.

Lin Feng’s heart raced. He took a deep breath, forcing calm.

“Raise your right hand.”

Dongfang complied.

“Spin in place on one leg.”

Like a stiff ballerina, Dongfang twirled, toe clipping the cabinet, yet his blank expression didn’t flicker.

Lin Feng licked his dry lips, watching.

“Are you… Magical Girl Zero?”

Dongfang nodded again.

“Transform for me.”

The boy pulled the black crystal from his necklace, slotting it into the contract terminal. A burst of dark, radiant light erupted.

When it faded, the uniformed Dongfang was gone. In his place sat a stunning girl in a tight evening dress and thigh-high stockings, her “battle” outfit risqué enough to get flagged on video platforms. Her long, night-black hair cascaded like a waterfall, and she perched on Lin Feng’s bed in a perfect duck-sitting pose.

Her eyes remained vacant, staring ahead like a doll awaiting orders, a faint fragrance wafting from her.

A magical girl who wouldn’t refuse any command…

No! Lin Feng snapped out of his reverie, yanking one foot from the dangerous fantasy.

Magical girls, with their immense mental strength and magical cores, were highly resistant to hypnosis or mind control, even from Ouroboros’s best. This app, still in low-success-rate testing, shouldn’t work. So why was Zero in a deep hypnotic state? Was her resistance that weak, or did A-Cheng not see him as a threat?

Lin Feng’s heart pounded, dangerous thoughts swirling. The perfect, obedient figure on his bed— one command could turn his late-night blue-site fanfics into reality.

Gulp. He swallowed again, but after a fierce internal struggle, he forced the dark urges down.

No, no, hold it together! Lust is a blade over your head. You don’t mess with your bro’s (transformed) body!

Taking deep breaths to calm his near-exploding heart, he faced the blank-eyed Zero and issued a calm command:

“Alright, Zero, undo the transformation.”

She nodded obediently, dark light flaring again. The risqué magical girl vanished, replaced by Dongfang in his school uniform, eyes still slightly dazed.

“Forget everything from the moment you saw the spinning eye icon until now. All of it. You’ll wake when I snap my fingers.”

Dongfang nodded mechanically. With a crisp snap, his eyes cleared, blinking in confusion.

“…What was I saying? Oh, right, this junk app does nothing.” He shook his groggy head, noticing Lin Feng’s odd stare. “What’s with that face? Like you got caught jerking off in class… I’m hitting the shower.”

Lin Feng watched him leave, then glanced at the now-closed hypnosis app icon on his phone and the lingering faint scent of Zero on his bed. His lips twitched uncontrollably.

“If I sniffed the sheets now, I’d really be a pervert. Form is emptiness, emptiness is form…”

[Fate Iteration: IF] Lin Feng, as a ■-site silver demon, uses hypnosis on Zero nightly, leading a shameless life (crossed out), ultimately causing Duhuang City’s destruction.

Bad Ending: Descent

“Monsters? Citizens? Heh… they don’t matter anymore, do they?” The fallen Magical Girl Zero crawled before Lin Feng, heart-shaped pupils reflecting her former friend, her voice dripping with honeyed sweetness.

“Keep going, Master… For you, Zero will do anything…”

This won’t be written—none of the kneeling, submissive ■■, or voluntary ■■-collar stuff. Absolutely not! (^o^/)