Has it been only a few months since you first arrived in Terminus City? Really, for some reason, you've been thinking it's been a while longer, more like a couple of years! Well, there have been a few weeks that have dragged on. Mostly because you were forced to keep your distance from your loves, which meant you needed to busy yourself with chores. And, well, there were oh-so-many distractions you had to take care of. So many pets to acquire, so many junior Magical Girls to corrupt.

Well, now that's taken care of, which means you should be focusing on seducing the rest of your loves to your side. It's a good thing you've managed to finagle an excuse to spend time with two of them, at least. Kaina's your loving girlfriend who lives with you, and then there's Mia. Ah yes, Mia.

Your 'patient'.

Oh, what a delight Luminous Libromancer's turning out to be. What fun you've been having, playing with her body and her mind, coaxing out all her deepest, darkest desires. Kaina's sweet, tender heart and delicate emotions are delectable, but there are times when you're in the mood to play more rougher. More forcefully. To really work the object of your affections until she's nothing but a drooling, sweating mess, fucked into a puddle and basting in her own fluids...

"Haah… Haaaaah…" Mia Cabalis, Luminous Libromancer, pants as she continues to run laps around the little race-track you've set up. You wave gaily as she passes you.

"One more lap, dear~! You can do it!" You cheer, just barely resisting the urge to lick your lips.

Hmm, hmm. Speaking of cute girls who're basting in their own fluids~! Mia's certainly looking… Scrumptious.

Well, you know more than anyone how exercise can be erotic, and right now? Mia certainly reeks of eroticism. The way her sweat-slick gym clothes stick to her lewd, plump body, so tight every wiggle of her ass and jiggle of her breasts is exaggerated? The way she pants, her skin flushed as she tries to jog just one more lap? Mmh, she's all sticky and steamy, all ripe and ready to be scrubbed down for a vigorous course of love-making…

You smile calmly, holding up a water bottle as Mia finishes her last lap. Your sweaty love pants, chest heaving as she snatches the drink out of your hand and noisily guzzles it down. Oh dear, how careless, how trusting.

She has no idea you've been spiking all of her drinks with a chemical cocktail of your own concoction. Not that she'd even care if she knew what, exactly, she was drinking considering the number you've already done on her mind. It's nothing too nefarious, though you'll admit it was tempting to spike her drinks with something more extreme, like a sedative that'd knock her unconscious so you could molest her entire body while she's out.

No, none of that. You've restrained yourself this time. The water's just infused with a mild stimulant to keep your love awake, mixed with other things to lower her inhibitions. Nothing more. You've got a busy day ahead of you, and your love needs to be cognizant for it. As fun as it'd be to drug her until she's a horny, drooling mess ready and eager to embrace your tender caresses… That'd be a little too easy and boring. Corruption means more when the target avidly embraces the lewd, dark person she's becoming, after all.

There'll be more times today to push your love off the precipice and send her plummeting straight into the abyss as she embraces her inner darkness. So, for now, you wait patiently. You watch and continue smiling blandly as Mia chugs her drugged water bottle, then another, finally slaking her thirst on a third.

Goodness gracious, what a thirsty girl. Yes, that's right, drink all that nummy corrupted water up, and take all that essence into your body… Haah~!

It's already having an effect. You watch, delighted, as Mia begins to grope herself, uncaring of the fact that you're watching her masturbate. One of her hands goes in between her thighs to start squishing against her sex, while the other goes up to start squeezing one of her breasts, fingers pinching her nipple through her shirt.

Well. That's some even more enjoyable eye candy! This must be one of the common sense alterations you've made to her psyche coming into play; goodness, she's 200% lewd now, just the way you wanted her...

"Why are we doing this, again?" Mia demands, even as she continues to molest herself. "I just want my memories back. You said you could help me get them back. How is… Exercise… Supposed to get them back?"

Oh, dear, what a disgusted tone. Well, it's to be expected. Your love certainly looks like the sort of girl who hates exercise, she's all plump and soft and plush. And thicc. Those breasts, that fat ass, those plump thighs and the slight chub to her belly? Mmh. It's all very delicious, but it's proof that your love prefers to stay cooped up in her room, reading her silly books instead of going outside and getting a lungful of Terminus City's smoggy, polluted air. On balance, that's probably been healthier for her, but...

Huh. Now that you're getting a better look at Mia, she is a little more toned than she was a few weeks ago, though. That brainwashing must be paying off. Mmh, yes, she's definitely getting more sleep, and she's regularly showering more…

Still, her physicality is a work in progress. But you're getting ahead of yourself again. What's your excuse for doing this again? Oh, right.

"Well, it's because your physical health is tied directly to your mental health and emotional wellbeing," you reply calmly. "Exercise is known to have an effect on your mood because the process of getting your heartrate up and working your muscles releases all sorts of endorphins in your brain-"

"None of that has anything to do with memory recovery," Mia snaps as she edges herself, wiggling her thighs, and you feel your eyebrow twitch a little. How rude. Hmph. You're almost about to spit out a retort when you notice the way Mia suddenly shudders, the way her spats begin to stain darkly around her crotch. Did she just… Surely, she didn't just…?

Oh. Oh, she did. She had an orgasm right in front of you. But surely she isn't that sensitive. Or maybe… Oh, oh dear. That cocktail you've been feeding her must be working faster than you'd expected if it's having this much of an effect on her libido. But why? Is it because you've already soaked Mia's mind and body with corruptive energy, which is just adding more oil to the fire you've ignited within her, like some accelerant?

That certainly changes things. You might have to rethink the way you've planned this entire day. Hmm...

"It's about putting you in the right mindset," you explain. "And getting you to relax. The road to recovery is a long process, and-"

"Whatever, I don't care," Mia replies bluntly, and you sigh. Sheesh, she isn't a people person, huh? It actually feels a little bad to be treated this coldly by your love. You reach up to adjust the spectacles you've decided to don in your guise as Mia's psychiatrist.

What? Every psychiatrist or doctor needs glasses. And a jacket! And a comfy sweater! It's just cute! Besides, it's not like this outfit was super expensive. You're pretty sure the lingerie you wear to bed is more pricey, especially since Kaina tends to rip your lingerie off of your body to the point where your entire stock of underwear's becoming non-repairable from all the abuse it's being put through…

… You wipe a little bit of drool off of the corner of your lip as the memory of those raunchy nights flickers through your brain, contrasting nicely with the raunchy sight right in front of you. Wait, no, now you're distracting yourself again. Back on track, back on track!

"Look, of the two of us, which one of us is an accredited medical professional?" You ask. Well… Technically, you never completed your doctorate, and you certainly never completed your residency. But you've taken apart more bodies than most medical students have, and you've certainly put more back together than any garbage meatsack doctor have. More efficiently too.

So, that counts, right? Sure, technically, this is fraud and forgery, but that's only by the stupid garbage people's dumb standards, and it's a silly detail to fixate on anyway. Who really cares if you have an actual degree in this field? Stupid UC San Diego, not letting you take classes remotely so you could get your degree… You were busy that year, dangit!

Alright, so presenting yourself as a certified medical professional is a lie. But it's a small one! More like a white lie? You just hope your love doesn't call you out for lying... even though, well, you've told way more outrageous lies to her before. Honestly, you're just happy you're able to talk to her with your real face instead of through the filter of some disguise. This feels way more honest that way!

... Kind of!

"…" Mia squints at you, but doesn't say anything else, and you breathe a sigh of relief. Safe! She doesn't suspect a thing! Definitely not.

"That's right. I'm the accredited medical professional. And I do, actually, know what I'm doing. For the most part! Look, you can criticize my treatment plan all you want, but can you do it until after we've finished for the day?"

"… Fine," Mia grumbles, even as she goes back to unconsciously fondling her breasts and sashaying her hips invitingly.

Hngh, you want her to sit on your face…

… Well, maybe later. After all, you've got an entire day of this sort of thing planned.

"Alright, after this, we've got a session of… Massage therapy!" You cheer. "Well, that and maybe a shower too? You're kind of sweaty…"

Not that sweat's a bad thing. Honestly, it's all you can do right now to restrain yourself from licking all of the sweat off of Mia's body, starting with her bare armpits…

Hmph. Patience Alice, patience…

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"… This isn't what I was imagining when I pictured massage therapy," your love grunts, even as you scribble down some meaningless notes onto the clipboard you've been carrying, pretending to act busy. They're mostly doodles. Some chibi figures of Max, and Kaina, and Mia, and some of your maids. Ooh, this one of Kaina with her sword turned out pretty great…!

"What were you imagining?" You raise an eyebrow, adjusting your glasses again, and Mia turns her head aside with a huff. It's the only part of her she can turn right now, considering she's strapped into your 'massage chair.'

"… Not a chair like this," Mia grumbles, her voice muffled by the tentacle covering her mouth, and you titter. "This is just a regular old massage chair, isn't it?"

Why yes, that's certainly what this would look like for Mia. From your darling's point of view, she sees herself strapped in a regular old massage chair. Crinkly leather, vibrating backseats, a warmed cushion, the works. Oh, the little tricks you play on your love, the illusions~! She has no idea she's sitting on a bed of tentacles of your own devising. And even if she did, well…

Considering the number you've already done on her mind, she'd probably think something this lewd was completely ordinary, wouldn't she? That's how badly her common sense must've been warped. And even if this was out of the ordinary… She's already lusting over tentacles, isn't she? That's the fetish you've implanted within her gorgeous brain...

You smile devilishly, concealing your wicked expression behind your clipboard as you study your trussed-up love using your peripheral vision. Gooey tendrils have vined around her limbs, cuffing her wrists to the fleshy 'armrests' and splaying her thighs open to expose her sex. More feelers have worked their way around Mia's neck, poised at the sides of her head. Just in case you want to start adjusting her brain more directly…

Accomplishing all of this is almost all too easy. Honestly, you're tempted to skip the rest of this 'therapy session' and start indulging yourself more, ah, overtly…

"Did you want me to give you your massage personally, using my own hands?" You ask coyly, playing the innocent.

"… Yes, actually," Mia admits shamelessly and you find yourself tittering again. Kyah, how shameless. How blatant. Such a wanton, needy slut you've cultivated. Is it even worth bothering with all this rigamarole, playing with the pretense that you're legitimately out to help your love? Well, sure, you're out to help her. You're here to help her Fall.

Perhaps, all Mia needs is a hard push right now to send her careening into the abyss…

And, wouldn't you know it, you're in the perfect position to give her that push. A little tentacle-based molestation here, she's basically in one of your tentacle pods right now, it'd be so easy to give her a precursor of the way you're planning on violating every one of her orifices…

50 corruption.

Mia's corruption: 90/200 – Stage 3.

(74/250 essence, 100 regen. 63 banked essence