Chapter 44
Translator - Zofu
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What Kaldir meant by "that" was none other than an artificial drug created based on the pheromones emanating from her own body. The drug born from Kaldir's hands was less potent than what naturally gushed from her body, but even so, it guaranteed effects more powerful than any existing narcotic.
"With that brilliant mind of yours, why were you researching something like that?"
The Princess's reaction upon hearing about the drug from Kaldir was exactly that. If she wanted to help people, there were truly countless things she could create with that mind—so what was the point of making something like a new aphrodisiac or stimulant?
Ah, but "bringing people pleasure" also falls under the category of "helping people," so it's not like the research direction was completely wrong. And I can vouch for its potency and addictiveness as a test subject myself. Besides, injecting some stimulants into this brutal world while earning funds for industrialization—it's a win-win for both ass and pussy.
"Yes... This is the first time I'm telling you this, Master, but the truth is, I haven't been spreading lewd scents or... spurting breast milk with pink nipples since I was young."
In any case, in response to the Princess's question, Kaldir answered that in the year she turned fifteen—that is, earlier that year—milk had suddenly started leaking from her breasts, and... her childhood friend Sugar had started looking at her with unusual eyes.
Having realized that she had to act for the sake of others but unsure how, Kaldir noticed something strange happening to her body. Unable to delay any further, she launched into action and simultaneously began research on the lewd body odor that had suddenly started emanating from her. The result was several types of artificial drugs.
"If you say so, I suppose that's how it is. But you made how many kinds of drugs from it? If you're making drugs from your pheromones, it seems like you'd be mass-producing femdoms or something—is that really okay?"
Pheromones that seduce women. An intangible ability that any man would envy. The fact that Kaldir, a woman rather than a man, possessed it was already mind-boggling enough, but the Princess's head spun at the thought that Kaldir had made not just one but several drugs from pheromones that could make any woman want to fuck her at first sight.
Even the narcotics currently on the market release new series periodically so consumers don't get bored, so should I think of it like that? No, but still, this feels a bit different from that. This is like our Maki using her own body as a test subject to give birth to an invention.
"You don't need to worry about that... I've appropriately fixed that part. Anyway, if you give this to your older brother... you won't be kicked out of the palace."
A small box appeared squarely before Kaldir, who stood not on two legs but four. The drug, whose exact effects were still unknown, came in the form of a syringe. At least this makes the method of use clear...
"Right, it's for the best. Anyway, thank you."
That person might fall for this gift, or they might not... I suppose I won't know until I try something. By now, my room must be more than cleaned up, so I could stop by for a moment... and go meet that person? Even if I don't go see them first, thanks to what I've done, they're probably tearing through the entire palace like crazy right now anyway...
"Then... as a reward... could you please kick my butt just once..."
"Here you go, you little rascal! But do you think one kick to the butt will do? Present the other cheek too!"
The Princess, who had been in high spirits, responded to Kaldir's plea to have her butt kicked as a reward by kicking both cheeks once each. Kaldir sincerely wailed with gratitude, her voice dripping with emotion.
Aurora—an android friend of cruel fate who must serve the very master who created her, despite being an irredeemable masochistic sow—stopped at a planet not shown on any standard star chart before returning to Planet Kaldir at the same time.
A space still completely unknown to anyone but us. A space where even the entrance was shrouded in veils. In this place where no light or life could be seen no matter how much one looked around, Aurora was carrying out the 'request' her master had made while prostrating herself naked.
She wondered what kind of reaction she would show when she found out that while she was working hard, her master was scheming something strange with that so-called 'master' bitch.
What about Flan, who was being pussy-tortured by a rotor? She had been released and was helping her older sister Aurora. Of course, at first she resisted when the sister who had tormented her pussy asked for help, but after bringing a dildo and giving her some proper re-education with a smata, she quieted down as if nothing had happened.
"Haaah... stop... Aurora... I'll help you... so please... stop... I'm sorry for acting up when I'm just a secondary processing unit..."
"Good, as long as you know your place."
If Flan had continued to refuse Aurora's request-disguised-as-command to the end, she would have lost her hymen to her sister's hands that very day. Really now, it was too much—first she wouldn't let me watch the harmful scene of my master fucking some new woman, and now she's treating me this harshly.
Even if it was an android body rather than a human one, losing one's virginity to someone you don't love is hardly a pleasant experience. As Flan scrambled to put her forcibly removed clothes back on, she tried to think only positive thoughts, but she couldn't help tearing up.
"Hng... Aurora... you're so mean..."
"Execute the final part of the plan first... which means proceeding with the plan in reverse, starting from the most critical part."
Ignoring Flan's words lightly, Aurora murmured to herself and began to pick up the mysterious boxes around her, shaking out their contents. It was another invention created by Kaldir. One could say it was the most dangerous invention Kaldir had ever made.
These inventions were crafted at nanometer scale or smaller. When the piles inside the boxes were scattered into the air, they were too small to be seen with the human eye, but despite their size, they were unequivocally androids equipped with artificial intelligence. If Aurora and Flan were conspicuous humanoid androids made as a 1+1 set, these could be called nano-viruses.
"Now, I need your help to spread these as widely as possible... so shut up and stand over there."
"Wh-what are you doing, sis... nn... ngh... you said you wouldn't do this... again... nn... ngh..."
If Aurora was the main processing unit, Flan could be called the secondary processing unit and auxiliary battery. Normally, Aurora's computing power and self-contained power source were sufficient for operations, but when a task momentarily required more computing power and energy, they would 'connect' Flan and Aurora to increase efficiency.
Though that connection method didn't necessarily have to involve removing panties and inserting fingers into a pussy, Aurora didn't particularly care about such details when it came to Flan, who she disliked for sleeping twelve hours a day despite being an android, all under the pretense of stockpiling energy for emergencies.
"Now... spread. Yes, spread far and wide. The harder you work, the less I have to do."
"Yeah, you're right, Aurora... If you guys can't do it... I'll be the one who gets punished... so you have to work hard!"
Tsk! 'Naughty behavior,' she says! It's problematic to dismiss my discipline of my little sister like that... Maybe I need to give her another round of re-education once this is over. Thinking this, Aurora still removed her fingers from that place.
Since Aurora and Flan were inventions born from Kaldir's hands just like these nano-viruses, they could easily detect how far they spread no matter how scattered they became. But 'very unfortunately' for the enemies of the Atlantis Empire who would be the target of these nano-viruses, they possessed no technology capable of detecting them.
Not only was there no way to detect them, but they also had warp engines attached, giving them the potential to spread on their own as a space plague. They could infect through the internet network, infect machines and inanimate objects, and self-replicate at a speed far exceeding bacterial binary fission.
In some ways, this could be called a weapon even more terrifying than strategic weapons like artificial black hole bombs. While typical strategic weapons kill people in one blast and it's over, this would drive people to a 'fate worse than death.'
Since that wasn't my fate but our enemies' fate, I had no reason whatsoever to worry. Aurora thought to herself. The method her master had chosen to make her flesh-and-blood homeland rise again as a hegemonic power was cruel, but one could say it was that much more powerful.
Since she knew what her master intended, Aurora pulled out all her computing power without thinking about what results this would bring.
Moving each of the newly powered-on nano-viruses to strategic locations and controlling them was no easy task for ordinary supercomputers. Of course, Aurora and Flan were far too extraordinary to be described as 'ordinary.'
Outstanding performance befitting their elegant design. Maximized efficiency through the separation of energy source and processing unit.
Bzzt bzzt bzzt... A certain ultra-massive warp gate where hundreds of thousands of ships come and go daily. Attempts by 'someone' to hack this place's system were dismissed as 'minor glitches' that occasionally occurred while the system operated normally, soon forgotten in the minds of those responsible.
The warp transports that carried the nano-viruses through the warp gates comfortably delivered Lord Virus to places far beyond what the nano-viruses' autonomous warp capabilities could reach, while the ships' own detection systems and planets' immigration systems completely failed to catch their movements.
Even if they were detected, it wouldn't matter. Not only was that probability extremely low, but as long as the kill code wasn't activated, no symptoms would manifest and they would simply spread infinitely. Even if they realized late and attempted treatment, by the time they understood that the virus had completely dissolved into biological tissue and had to be ripped apart from the patient's body... everything would already be over.
Beep... Secured control of another warp gate. System access granted. We've taken this one too. Hacking success. That one has also fallen into our hands. Within minutes of hacking warp gates, the nano-viruses, now multiplied dozens of times, rushed to their new jobs clumsily and spread everywhere like immature children.
We also succeeded in gaining control of the internet network, which could become an even more fatal transmission route than the warp gate network. Soon, the nano-viruses clinging to server computers would implant virus programs and repeat the process of reverse materializing back into physical space at suitable locations, thereby spreading further.
I don't think we need to go this far, but... the 'Allied Nations' have done so much to our master's country... I trust our master's judgment! I can't even consider the possibility that our master might be wrong! Flan thought of her master as she looked up at her hardworking sister.
As far as Flan knew, her creator and master Kaldir belonged to the 'post-war generation' born right after the great war with the Lucid Empire ended. And since Flan herself was born from Kaldir's hands, she hadn't witnessed firsthand how brutal the great war had been... but if what her master said was all true, then the 'Allied Nations' deserved to pay like this.
The imperialist powers that called themselves democratic nations and clamored for world peace did not help Atlantis when the Lucid Empire invaded without even declaring war. And the empire had to continue its lonely struggle for over seven years.
Even as the Lucid Imperial military ignored the 'Geneva Convention' created by the so-called democratic nations, massacring war prisoners and civilians indiscriminately just for fun, conscripting sex slaves under the pretext of 'comforting' their soldiers, and repeatedly committing the atrocity of deleting planets from the star map by dropping planet-buster bombs simply because they were difficult to occupy... they did not help.
Even as the cumulative death toll from the great war and the brutal colonial rule that continued for over ten years after exceeded 4,000 trillion, and even as survivors numbering in the thousands of trillions were forced into slave labor, living lives worse than death, they deliberately turned a blind eye to the tragedy unfolding in the empire.
As if merely not helping the empire wasn't enough, they even revealed their imperialistic ambitions, accepting proposals like 'Let's not fight among ourselves imperialist nations, but instead divide up that Atlantis or whatever country and live peacefully while we fuck it'—going so far as to steal the empire's rightful territory.
Cowards... and yet they preach so loudly about morality and ethics... Even if our master is someone who actually hides her masochistic instincts, I trust our master's judgment. Those people likewise deserve to face a 'fate worse than death.' Flan's belief was firm.