A Certain Researcher’s Intentions

The disappearance of Miss Tohyo, which occurred a week ago, has become the talk of the town. Although the appearance of anomalies and demons has made so-called “spirited away” incidents a common occurrence, the sudden disappearance of the winner of Miss Tohyo University has garnered significant attention. This incident has reignited debates on social media about whether surveillance cameras should be installed at all traffic signals nationwide and whether the government should compensate if the police fail to identify the culprit.

As most social media users have speculated, this incident is not a case of being spirited away. After all, she is right in front of me now. It seems she came here of her own accord. I say “seems” because, as a mere researcher, I have no way of knowing how the organization managed to secure such an exceptional specimen. The organization likely had many means at its disposal, but through the experiments conducted so far, she has never physically resisted, even though she has looked at us with hatred and shed tears of humiliation.

Most researchers are prohibited from communicating with the subjects. There are too many things we must not know, and we must not become emotionally attached. However, I have not been able to stop my lustful feelings towards her.

Since she came here, I have developed a habit of looking at her interview articles and social media posts from her beauty contest days. Her intellectual insights and mature worldview, which some might say lack charm, contrast sharply with her overly feminine, three-dimensional body, creating an irresistible imbalance. The more I learn about her, the more my interest grows. Honestly, my research work has never been more productive. This is the first time I have looked at a subject in such a way. She is that exceptional.

I wonder what she thinks about her growing clitoris and labia day by day. Does she know the final destination of this experiment? No, she can’t possibly know. This promising young woman could never willingly accept her death as a human being.