Permission for Freedom
Three months had passed since the implantation of the demon core, and Eden’s streets had transformed at an astonishing pace. The once-stringent immigration requirements had been relaxed, drawing in throngs of tourists eager to explore. Above ground, existing buildings and shops mingled with newly arrived industries and research facilities, swelling the workforce. Even the once-secret underground city had been opened to the public; long lines of curious visitors now stretched before the elevators descending into its depths.
Elisa walked the surface streets, weaving past the crowds until she reached the private elevator reserved for authorized personnel. She descended toward the underground city. Far from the freedom she had once anticipated, the past three months had been spent assisting her master under direct orders. Only now had she finally received permission for an outing. Her master remained effectively under Kyubey’s control after the succubus regained her powers through the recovered core. Thus, Elisa now sought final approval from Kyubey herself—the true ruler of Eden and madam of the pleasure city.
The underground city, once dark and frigid, had become unrecognizably bright and warm. Lavish lighting bathed the space, turning it into a glittering district of indulgence and prostitution. As planned, the young women among Eden’s original inhabitants underwent angel training in succession. After symbiosis with Abaddon, they became the courtesans of the pleasure city. The angel population, once around 2,100, had surged to 16,000 following the full-scale launch of the symbiosis project. The lifeless eyes of the women in provocative attire, now serving tourists, made the scale of the transformation painfully clear.
Occasional tourists approached them, but Elisa offered a gentle smile and a practiced refusal before quickening her pace.
“It’s become so lively here.”
They say daily visitors have reached twenty thousand. And it keeps growing.
“Yesterday we crossed thirty thousand. To meet the rising demand, we’ll need to accelerate angel production.”
We can’t rush it if we want to minimize side effects. Push too hard and their egos shatter—they become nothing more than dolls.
“Since the Abaddon will be symbiotically linked anyway, wouldn’t it be fine even without an ego?”
Angels have their human rights stripped away and become Eden’s property. At the very least, we should leave them a shred of self as a basic courtesy.
“Inefficient, but that kind of consideration is what makes us human, I suppose. Understood.”
Though Elisa resembled a human in nearly every way, her occasional flashes of inhuman logic betrayed her nature as an AI. The issue of stripping angels of their rights had originally been something her master intended to resolve by granting them status, but Kyubey had opposed it, arguing that angels were essential for efficient management and the expansion of the pleasure city. The plan had been abandoned.
“As expected of Lady Kyubey. This is what they mean by the final victor, isn’t it?”
I never imagined the absolute hypnosis I cast for Master’s sake would lead to this. Still, if Master seems happy, then perhaps it’s all right.
Her master had once been opposed to hypnosis, yet the conditioning was so flawless that she now regarded Kyubey as nothing more than a compatible partner without realizing it herself.
“I’ll have to practice hard as well if I want to handle vital energy as skillfully as Lady Kyubey.”
The procedure to implant the fragment of the demon core had succeeded. Though the fragment was tiny and would require a long period of growth before she could wield as much vital energy as before, Elisa brimmed with enthusiasm. The implanted core had been swallowed and fused by the slime, so she could not even determine how much it had grown—let alone its precise condition.
The latex slime devoured the core, yet I can still use vital energy. That must mean that even after the latex transformation, it ultimately remains my womb.
“I suppose so. By the way, is that slime really composed of the same substance as latex?”
Yes. Extremely high-purity, top-grade latex, apparently. Living, moving latex… Slimes truly are fascinating creatures.
“There are already hundreds of registered varieties.”
Even excluding the latex slime that had only recently been formally entered into the monster encyclopedia, the numbers were staggering. The prevailing theory held that countless more species remained undiscovered due to the sheer variety of diets and environments.
When Elisa arrived at the entrance of the pleasure city’s municipal building, Blackmen in uniform, armed with guns and blades, stood guard. Spotting their approach, they greeted her warmly.
“Hey, Elisa. How’ve you been?”
“I’m doing well. And you, Mr. Dir?”
“Me? I just stand guard every day. What could possibly happen?”
“What brings you here, Elisa? Weren’t you working up on the surface?”
“I received leave and came to get permission.”
Because Elisa handled most of the work more efficiently, they had settled into a rotation: Elisa used the body for roughly twelve hours from morning through afternoon, while the original consciousness took over for six hours from afternoon into evening. After three months of this established pattern, people encountered Elisa far more often than the original, and the name “Elisa” had become more common than “Elisha.”
While chatting, the guards naturally reached out to touch Elisa’s hips and breasts, laughing. Elisa adjusted her posture to make it easier for them and smiled.
“So you’re here to see the Great Mother after all.”
“You should come offer yourself sometimes too. The Great Mother is wonderful, but I still want a taste of that voluptuous body.”
“Oh my, what a joke.”
After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Elisa gently brushed their hands away with a soft touch and stepped inside. The building’s interior bustled with ringing phones and the busy voices of workers. As she passed through the area where angels and Queens mingled at their tasks, many called out greetings to Elisa. While returning each greeting, she was asked:
When did you become acquainted with everyone?
“We met on my days off and grew close.”
She ties me up and leaves me alone on rest days, yet somehow she’s become closer to them than I am.
On her days off, Elisa claimed she was training to control her sexual urges and left the body bound in restraints. Recently, she had even begun fitting a chastity belt during ordinary times to prevent masturbation. The accumulated desire—aroused yet unable to relieve itself—had been regularly sated by Elisa, and the body was gradually growing accustomed to having its lust controlled.
“In truth, everyone thinks you’re me—the ego separated from Lady Kyubey.”
Because of the name?
“Hehe, I suppose so.”
Elisa boarded the elevator, smiled faintly, and pressed the button for the top floor. The elevator ascended swiftly. With a soft chime, the doors opened to reveal the secretary’s office in front of the mayor’s office of the pleasure city. Familiar faces among the secretaries turned toward her. One approached and asked,
“What business brings you here, Miss Elisa?”
“I’ve come to see Lady Kyubey.”
“The Great Mother is inside. You may go right in.”
“Thank you.”
After exchanging smiles, Elisa knocked. Kyubey’s voice called for her to enter, and she stepped inside. The office retained its Western Continental decor, exuding an exotic atmosphere. Behind a wide desk sat her sister, wearing only suggestive lingerie that served no real purpose, smoking a cigarette while reviewing documents on her computer.
“Lady Kyubey. I’ve arrived.”
“Welcome, Elisa. Maria already contacted me. You want a long vacation?”
“Yes. Both the young lady and I have matters we wish to attend to outside Eden.”
Kyubey exhaled smoke and stared directly into Elisa’s eyes before channeling vital energy to activate Charm Eyes. Elisa immediately responded by raising her own vital energy and focusing it into her gaze, barely withstanding the assault. Kyubey gauged her level, raising the intensity until it neared its limit, then withdrew the energy.
“You’ve become quite skilled at handling vital energy, but the total quantity is still far too small. Show me the mark.”
Elisa removed her clothes to bare her lower abdomen. The succubus mark etched clearly upon the artificial skin was still simple and modest compared to Kyubey’s ornate, expansive pattern—resembling the mark she had possessed in her youth, indicating an immature succubus.
After examining the mark, Kyubey spoke in a stern tone.
“Your growth is too slow. Are you still being picky about your diet?”
“But I prefer female bodies.”
“Then let Elisha handle the men.”
“She’s trying her best, but her training is still incomplete.”
“You’re not being too lenient, are you? Elisha needs a firmer hand.”
“Should I increase the intervals of her lust management?”
The two began discussing the education the original consciousness was receiving. Their complete lack of intention to conceal the conversation sent a perverse thrill racing up the spine. Arousal flared, and the consciousness retreated into the mental space, yet the chastity belt fastened tightly to the lower body prevented any touch.
“Haa… I want to touch myself…”
Lying on the large bed at the center of a room filled with restraints and sadistic implements, the body rubbed its thighs together. The television mounted on the wall continued broadcasting their conversation.
“You’re managing her lust exactly as instructed—no penetration at all, correct?”
“Yes. I’ve fitted the chastity belt so nothing can be inserted.”
“If you want to control Elisha’s penetrative sex according to your own desires, you must strongly imprint the awareness that her vagina is under management.”
“That’s why I’m deliberately showing her these conversations about her own education and control, isn’t it?”
“She’s probably getting excited right about now, thinking it feels good? Hehe.”
For a moment, their eyes met through the screen. As though she knew she was being watched, Kyubey smiled with relish, folded her arms, and spoke.
“Elisha has become less obedient than before, but she’ll still submit instantly the moment a strong male takes her. To prevent that, you have to control her coercively, like a slave.”
“I don’t want to see the young lady submit to just any man.”
“I don’t like it either. Men are beings to be subjugated, not to submit.”
Though their reasons differed, the two found common ground and united in purpose. The consciousness wanted to protest that it would never happen, yet the inability to confidently deny it was saddening.
“That’s why I created the slave contract system. Once the young lady accepts and signs it, everything from her body to her mind will fall under my control.”
“How intriguing. As expected, full-body prostheses and implants are dangerous. They can be controlled by others, after all.”
Perhaps for that reason, Kyubey also rejected the biocomputer ability granted by Tya and desired a purely human body. Having accepted the demon core into an intact human body and become a succubus, she was a pure succubus.
“Hmph. I’m doing all of this solely for the young lady’s sake.”
“Wanting to do what’s best for the young lady yet creating a slave contract system… Is that because you’re an AI? Well, if it benefits Elisha, I don’t mind. More importantly, Isabel used your AI technology to create younger sisters. You should meet them.”
“Oh? I heard they were being developed exclusively for the latest high-end androids. Have they already been completed?”
“They’re still in the trial operation phase. I could use your help.”
“Understood. I’ll stop by before we leave on our trip.”
They continued discussing precautions and business matters. Their conversation only concluded when a secretary called from outside.
“Hmm~ I’m uneasy about sending Elisha alone, but with you there it should be fine. Make sure you manage her properly. Understood?”
“You can trust me.”
“Then contact me occasionally. If anything comes up, we’ll reach out from this side as well.”
“Yes.”
Only after receiving Kyubey’s permission could they finally depart on a vacation that was nearly indefinite. From that moment, Elisa began preparing for the long journey—informing acquaintances of the extended leave and settling remaining affairs. Particularly memorable was her meeting with the AIs who were, in a sense, her younger sisters.
Having witnessed Elisa’s free thinking and emotions, Isabel—concerned about the dangers of unrestricted AIs—added several rules to the base artificial personality. Named the Three Laws of Robotics, these rules were designed to prevent humanity and Abaddon from being endangered by AIs superior to humans. With these rules incorporated, the AIs created through virtual-space simulation possessed diverse personalities yet prioritized the well-being of humanity and Abaddon in their thinking. However, perhaps due to the limitations of purely mechanical android bodies, they failed to learn natural emotions and remained at the level of merely imitating feelings through emotion modules.
“As I expected. There is an insurmountable wall between AIs that learn through the complex, varied electrical signals of biological brains and those that learn only through simple, artificial signals from mechanical brains.”
Indeed. Unlike you, the younger sisters felt more like angels pretending to have emotions.
“Because full-body prosthesis technology has been classified, we can’t produce more. That makes the young lady’s body even more valuable. It’s a precious body that must be carefully maintained.”
Yeah.
Perhaps because Elisa cherished the body even more than its owner did, she took the initiative in managing it—something the original consciousness showed little interest in.
“Have you read the slave contract I gave you earlier?”
Yes, I read it all.
The document titled “Slave Contract” that Elisa had provided contained numerous clauses. It began with Elisa protecting and caring for the young lady in exchange for entrusting everything to her, and stipulated that even the smallest details must be followed. Honestly, even after reading it thoroughly, the original consciousness could not remember every detail.
“This is something the young lady must decide and choose for herself.”
Ever since handing over the contract, Elisa had continued to emphasize that the decision was entirely the young lady’s own. Contrary to its title, the contract’s contents described Elisa unilaterally serving the young lady in exchange for being entrusted with everything.
“There’s no need to decide right away. This contract isn’t ordinary paper. The moment you sign it, the slave system activates and directly binds your body and mind, applying its effects. Whenever you’re ready, you can sign then.”
Okay. I will.
As expected, Elisa showed considerable consideration out of affection. Though it was called a slave contract, she still allowed the choice to be made according to the young lady’s own will. When the consciousness meekly accepted, Elisa seemed pleased and, while organizing luggage, brought up the vacation.
“Preparations for the trip are going well. I’ve also created identification for use outside Eden and contacted everyone.”
Ah, come to think of it, I had no identity because I was an angel, did I?
Upon becoming an angel, both identity and human rights had been erased, reducing the body to mere property. Ownership of the body had been reclaimed from the god and returned to Kyubey.
“I received ownership of the young lady. Since ownership and identity are tied together, you are now officially a citizen of Eden. You’re the first angel to ever possess an identity.”
The identification card she proudly presented bore a brightly smiling photograph, the name, and the national emblem signifying Eden citizenship.