All things come to an end. Death and entropy are immutable constants of the physical universe. This is something you know from painful experience, and you hate every moment you have to think about this fatalistic boring mumbo-jumbo nonsense.

You're Alice Takanashi! A fun girl! The heart of every party, who parties heartily! A dastardly sinful succubus who steals the hearts of maidens, sups on their salty tears and delicious arousal, and molests them into being your cute toys! That makes you, like, the opposite of a party pooper!

You're cool!

But right now, you've found yourself having to act like a boring party pooper who has to… Oh, you don't even want to think these next words…

… Fine, you'll think of them! You're going to have to act like a boring party pooper who gets people to act responsibly.

A grimace crosses your face in real life as you stare down your magical minions, your wicked maidens, the junior Magical Girls of this city you've spent so much time and effort on corrupting into becoming debauched sluts.

… They're in the middle of a tea party. You've interrupted them at tea. Sierra freezes, her wrists shaking as she slowly lowers her teapot. Naomi lets out a squeak as you glare in her direction and wince at how scantily-clad she is. And Sveta?

Sveta slurps from her boba tea as she stares you down fearlessly, making quite possibly the most irritatingly sloppy noises as she purses her lips around her straw.

Tch. How insolent. On another day, you'd honestly be amused by her defiant attitude. A bit of feistiness is something you honestly appreciate in your pets. It's fun when they act wild, it makes the task of domesticating them that much sweeter.

But unfortunately, you don't have time for games right now. You've got things to do and rears to kick into gear.

So you respond by fixing Sveta with your most intimidating death glare, flaring your mana, spreading your wings, and doing your damnedest to look as threateningly sexy as possible. To the side, Naomi squeaks again and Sierra swoons, and you repress a smirk.

Heh. You've still got it~!

"…" Sveta reluctantly sets down her drink, ears drooping, tail tucked between her legs, and you ease up on your glare.

Good. You clasp your hands together and rehearse your little speech again in your head before speaking.

"I'm going to keep things brief. I understand that the last few weeks have been… Interesting. I understand that you all have needed some time to adjust to the, ah, improvements that I've conferred upon you," you begin. "But that is no excuse for indolence, and right now? Until recently, the three of you have been exceedingly indolent."

Sveta might've helped out with the whole Mendesdyn Facility raid, and Naomi might've helped heal the maids who came back from that raid, but for the most part it's kind of painful to realize that you really haven't been doing much with your newly-acquired Magical Girl slaves.

It's like you've just collected them, and they've been sitting on a shelf gathering dust after you've played with them once and putt hem away.

Which kind of irritates you? Because these are your useful slaves. Your pets, your amusing toys that you've kept because they have the potential to be useful. You're a jealous, petty individual. A hoarder at heart, the sort of girl who'll keep her dingy toys no matter how old or beat-up they get, because even outmoded toys can still be amusing.

But you prefer that your precious pets have their use, and right now, your new pets aren't useful. They're less pets and more trophies. And sure, you like collecting trophies, but even your trophies have to be put to use somehow. Goodness gracious, you can't maintain your hedonistic lifestyle very well if you have to do all the work.

That's what other people are for!

Sveta glares mutinously at you, Sierra looks a little cowed, and Naomi's looking at you with that look of religious rapture that honestly makes you kind of uncomfortable, sheesh you seriously need to talk to her about not worshipping you as a goddess. Flattery is nice but that's a step too far-

What were you going to segue into again?

Oh, right. Gosh, you're so scatterbrained. Silly Alice.

"In truth, this is mostly my fault," you admit, because you're self-aware enough to admit that you're probably the most to blame here. It'd be wrong to blame your toys for inaction when you haven't really been playing with them and telling them to do things. "I'll admit that I haven't been particularly active when it comes to giving you all direction. But that changes now."

More silence. You hem and haw as you muddle through the last bits of your improvised speech.

"As soon as we've finished having this conversation, I'm going to task the three of you to get back to work and go do your jobs as Magical Girls already. Right now, the city is on fire and your seniors are frantically trying to put out those fires. They need assistance. You'll go assist them. This is not negotiable."

Sveta opens her mouth, and you move to shut her down because you can already guess what she's going to ask, and her question's a boring one.

"And before you say anything about how they'll notice how suspicious the three of you are, I'm planning on tutoring the three of you on discretion. Specifically, how to manifest your old costumes and pretend like you're still goody-good girls."

Sveta closes her mouth, looking sheepish.

"Now. Are there any other questions?"

Sierra raises her hand like a schoolgirl waiting to be called on by her teacher. "… How difficult is your tutoring going to be?"

You smile blandly. "Very."

"… Very?"

"You'll be exhausted and panting by the time I'm done with you, because I'll have to personally drain your essence reserves to get your bodies used to running off of mana again," you chuckle. "This necessitates strenuous exercise-"

Naomi looks excited by that prospect, and she lets out a breathless little gasp of excitement. Sheesh, the little nun's already fingering herself, spreading her legs on her seat like a whore, fingers diving between her squirming thighs as she masturbates in broad daylight at the thought of being used and abused by her cruel mistress. The salty tang of her arousal fills the air, and the other two girls crinkle their noses.

Poor, masochistic Naomi. You really broke that girl in, huh? It's always the quiet ones that end up being the most surprising…

… It's almost a shame you have to dash her hopes.

"No, exercise, in this case, does not actually mean I'm going to be having sex with you. I'm going to be making you run laps while using your essence to enhance your muscles. I'm going to be making you run laps until you run out of essence. It's going to suck. A lot."

"… Oh…" Naomi wilts. "… Well, if it's what the goddess wants…"

You suppress the instinctual shudder that tingles your spine at the sound of those words. Yep, you're definitely going to have to have that conversation with your deluded disciple sooner rather than later…

"… What will you be doing," Sveta grumbles.

"I'm going to be working too. I'm going to pay our dear corporate enemies a little visit to express my displeasure. In person," you explain cheerfully, and smile.

The expression across your face is not meant to convey amusement, merriment, or excitement. It's a terrible rictus grin too wide for your face that stretches across your cheeks, straining the muscles in your face. It's bloodlust that causes you to lid your eyes as you smile like a character right out of one of those silly horror games.

And judging by how Naomi, Sveta, and Sierra shy away from you? Yeah, they can tell just how fucking pissed you are by this whole thing.

Mendesdyn Security hurt Kaina. They and their stupid conspiracies and garbage meat sack ways and idiotic, pointless science experiments, and they're causing more trouble for your loves right now and how dare they, how dare these corporate meat sacks inconvenience your loves, how dare they, how dare they, you'll kill them, you'll kill them all, you'll boil their blood and grind their bones to dust and flay their nerves from their muscles, they'll all die screaming by inches for this travesty, and you'll resurrect them so you can kill these worthless worms again-

"But enough of that! We've got other things to attend to!" You say, switching to one of your more familiar upbeat, sunny smiles as you let that bloodlust fade away, instantly changing your entire demeanor. Hee. How silly you're being right now, venting your anger on your pets when there are more appropriate targets to vent your anger upon~!

Soon, soon, patience Alice, there's no use getting impatient even though you really, really want to sink your talons into some worthless Mendesdyn corporate executive right now so you can feel his viscera and gore coating your skin as you disembowel him.

"… What other matters?" Naomi ventures, and you shoot two finger guns in her direction.

"Why, what the three of you will be doing after this crisis, of course~!" You cheer.

It's long past due for you to give your cute pets some actual assignments…

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Alright, what're we making the Junior Magical Girls do?