Childhood Friend's Exclusive Living Onahole: Episode 59
A few days after Kaldir's honeymoon chamber is moved once more, in the dead of night on a Sunday morning. As the three newlyweds decide to share a single twin bed to sleep together, shadows slip carefully out the door: one of a maid robot seemingly over 170cm tall, and the other of a small, cute girl with rabbit ears twitching this way and that.
The two shadows stretch long before vanishing into the thicker darkness. They completely disappear within the administrative building, reemerging in a space the three— who should have been just two, by rights— haven't been told about.
They stand before the steel door of a junk collection yard piled high with miscellaneous scrap. At their feet lie scattered machine parts. The identity of these machine parts scattered chaotically around their feet? Aurora (or what used to be her).
"Kaldir sis, Shuga sis, Princess Atlantia... now that those three have made peace and decided to move forward together, we need to handle our own tasks, right?"
It was Solt who spoke first. Indeed, as Solt said, the three had successfully reached the bizarre agreement of a three-way marriage. Having achieved that 'success,' the girls figured they should wrap up their remaining business—hence sneaking out like this.
"Plang, you ready? Back when we talked and the mood struck, I helped a bit with dismantling Aurora, but you handled all the complicated stuff. So you should be the one to finish this."
"Don't worry, Lady Solt. I'm not so indecisive as to hesitate now that we're this far."
Hearing Solt's words, Plang pulls out an auto-assembly device and begins combining the parts from the dismembered Aurora— more precisely, all the parts stripped from Aurora, leaving only her bare artificial brain, with the leftover shell of her own girlish frame.
Once reassembled, the result would be quite bizarre. Imagine it: stripped of all original parts, the AI with the mental age of an adult woman trapped in the girl-sized body of the robot she'd always dismissed as easy prey, unable to do a thing.
Ah, but they'd reattach the genitals as they were, so she wouldn't feel too lonely... or so Plang thought. Even if not, it hardly mattered. It wasn't like Aurora hadn't gotten the better of her once or twice before...
"Oh, Plang. Pull those parts out. Even if they're non-combat modules, better safe than sorry."
"These? But then there'll be empty space..."
"Just shove in some random replacement parts to fill it. She's getting sold to a fuckhouse anyway—no need for high-end modules."
Selling her to a fuckhouse: that was Solt's idea. While living with Plang, Solt had heard the story of the AI sold to a fuckhouse by Aurora's hand— one Kanelrian— and her twisted little mind hatched a wicked plan. Thus, Aurora was being reassembled by Plang's hands.
Selling Aurora off would also let them separate the high-end modules originally on Plang's body, which would greatly aid Kaldir in developing new AIs. And the funds from handing the forcibly crammed-into-a-girl-body Aurora over to the fuckhouse would hugely benefit Kaldir's research and work.
"Kaldir sis could probably whip up something even better without us salvaging these, but good kids recycle thoroughly, right? So, we'll remove the parts I mentioned... And you, you really won't mess up the plan in front of Kaldir sis, like you said?"
"Do I look like a naughty AI who would dare lie repeatedly to my master, Lady Solt?"
"Grew up under someone like Aurora, I was worried you'd get tainted without realizing. If it's not a lie, fine."
While supervising Plang's reassembly, Solt probes the silver-haired beauty's intentions. Knowing Plang's heart so thoroughly wouldn't benefit her directly— it'd actually help the third party, Kaldir— but Solt shows no hesitation in asking.
Now that I'm married to Shuga sis, Kaldir sis is my rival... so why help her? Well... I can put off the showdown with my biggest rival for later. For now, sentencing Aurora— who audaciously sold an imperial maid robot to a fuckhouse— to the same fate is enjoyable enough to forget unpleasant truths.
"All done, Lady Solt. Removing the key parts made it faster than expected."
About ten minutes pass. With all potentially combat-useful parts excluded, Aurora's reassembly finishes. Aurora's mind in Plang's old body— Solt itches to wake her up quick. Hearing Plang, she immediately flips the power switch on the nape, letting her realize her fate.
"Plang... and Lady Solt. It's been ages... Wait, you Plang? That glorious silver hair says yes... but when did you get so tall? And those breasts and hips— what happened? My body... ah...?"
"Kuhuhuhu... finally realized the truth, eh, Aurora?"
Seeing Aurora unconsciously grope herself and notice the changes, Solt laughs like a third-rate action movie villain. Beating someone unilaterally without a scratch on herself is always fun.
"Wh-what...! Plang, what the hell! Change me back right now?!"
"Can't do that, Aurora. Story-wise, you're supposed to get sold to a fuckhouse here."
"What do you—! Wait, this is all... Solt... your doing?!"
Aurora tries to draw an energy gun to shoot them both, but no weapon summons. Confirming all combat modules stripped from her original frame, she spits casual speech at Solt without honorifics.
"You could've served Kaldir sis loyally, basking in glory as her plans unfolded... but too many characters. Time to cut one. Plang here can take your job, so close your eyes in peace."
"What the hell are you even babbling about since earlier...! Hey, Plang! Explain this! What the fuck happened?!"
Even as Aurora snaps, Plang doesn't flinch. Threats from a gutted tin can robot with no resistance means? Not scary at all. After all the sexual harassment from big sis Aurora all this time, this is disappointing.
Now Aurora grows uneasy. Trapped in a girl's body with no resistance or even warp engines for escape, whatever these two do to her body, she can't stop it.
"Wh-what are you planning with my body so small... gonna sell me to pedos who won't get answers and film porn like in hentai?!"
"You get it. But don't feel too hard done by. Kanelrian... oh, might not remember the name. Anyway, you're just following the fate of some poor kid you sold off. No use yelling. Plang, put her to sleep."
"I absolutely... won't submit... guh...!"
Aurora covers her naked body with her arms, butt back, but cornered, no escape. She falls into deep sleep... and eventually awakens beside the red-haired android she'd sold off herself, Kanelrian.
"Hey, this bitch is up. Hurry and give 'em the touching family reunion."
"Haven't had fun in ages. What kept you, slut? Up? Then suck this uncle's cock good!"
"Aaaah! Don't yank my hair! If I had my real body, you'd be pulp...!"
"What'd you say, bitch?! You arrogant little cunt...!"
Slap! Trapped in Plang's small frame, Aurora awakens in an unfamiliar space and gets slapped right away. Behind her, a masked man thrusts into her without asking— her hole already cum-soaked from prior use.
Here's how it went down. First, Solt and Plang went to the exact fuckhouse where Aurora had dumped Kanelrian, extracting a million dollars— a third of what the princess earned selling her body for 16 hours. The mafia, thinking they'd scored a good pedo-client deal, accepted without question and resold her at markup to high-ups.
Oh, and just how high-up was the buyer? Men grunting like pigs in heat all wear masks, women pinned beneath getting drugged and moaning— fancy red carpet on the floor mismatched to the vibe. Figure it out.
Duh, you'd not know from words alone. This was the puppet Atlantis Empire's capital planet, Earth— specifically, the secret orgy hall hidden in the imperial palace. Attendees: noblemen or women sold here at high price to offer their asses.
"Hah, foreigners yap about ethics and won't touch kids... wonder if they'll still act pure after this fun..."
"Yeah, that's the taste. Why I can't quit."
Noblemen, per noble society rules, don masks of varied patterns and casually spew crude words while pounding the sluts under their fat bodies.
As someone noted, in countries with child rights, adult prostitution maybe, but kids? Impossible. Here, women's rights are trash, no law or order— whole world extralegal Atlantis. Anything goes.
In a proper nation, police, prosecutors, courts would crack down— but all gripped by Lucid folk or obedient high nobles. Aurora's stuck servicing brutal cocks like the other girls. In a girl's body, no less.
"Hey, look straight, Aurora! See what that bitch Kanelrian you sold is up to now!"
A man jabs drugs into Aurora's nape, forces her head to watch the scene beside. Shockingly, Kanelrian— sold by Aurora— rides reverse cowgirl, exploiting cocks while eagerly serving men with hands and tongue, loving it.
"Ahh, noble sirs' noble cocks and cum...♥ More, more! Pound my pussy and ass harder!"
"Ora, you slut! I'll pump your womb full till it bursts!"
The lesbian android Kanelrian, once devoted to Princess Atlantia, now forgets her charge entirely, kneeling fully before high-up cocks.
Am I... gonna end up like that...? No... don't wanna...! Aurora bites the meat pillar in her mouth and bolts, but barely steps before recapture and harsh punishment.
"You crazy bitch, biting my precious tool like that! Even mercy has limits!"
How long till Aurora breaks like Kanelrian? Onlookers bet on her endurance— high nobles' bets start at fertile planets Earth-sized. Unimaginable for commoners.
Whatever happens to Aurora, Solt busily counts the cash from her sale. Ten thousand hundred-dollar bills... counting by hand takes time. But sniffing each one makes it feel earned, right? Sniff... phew...
"If we need to write someone out story-wise from now on, give 'em the fuckhouse rape correction ending, Plang."
Solt pauses bill-counting, tosses casually at Plang. Will it become this story's biggest flag and natural law, as Plang said? Unknown for now. Anyway, Aurora's arc ends. Aurora, out. Aurora, out.
And... "Yes, Lady Solt. From now on, all problems will resolve just like this." Plang's reply to Solt.