The Eve Project
I was watching the conversations between my family and the AIs on the screen when Elsa stretched languidly. She wore only a light dress, and the heavy sway of her breasts drew my gaze without effort.
“Mmm… Mother’s homework really isn’t easy. I think I’ll have to use a little cheat code.”
“Ah, I’ll get ready.”
At Elsa’s words, I knelt beside the chair, swept my hair forward to bare the nape of my neck, and opened the port’s cover, preparing myself for use. Elsa, who had manifested a penis on her own body, pressed the tip against the opening at the perfect height.
“You really are the perfect doll with so many uses, sister. I like you very much.”
“I’m glad you like me.”
“Hehe, I’m putting it in.”
“Yes.”
Her shaft slid into the soft interior of the port, flooding me with intense pleasure. A moan escaped me as the sensation blanked my mind. The moment the length filled me completely and touched the connected nerves, all voluntary movement ceased and my body began operating as a biocomputer.
Ahh… this particular sensation is dangerously addictive. Becoming nothing more than a computer meant to be used satisfied both physical and mental pleasure at once. Even though I wasn’t consciously thinking, complex strings of data flickered through my mind and vanished.
“Mmm~ As expected, the more computational power I have, the easier the homework becomes.”
Elsa’s murmur reached me through the growing haze as my processing load increased. My consciousness gradually faded until I could no longer form coherent thoughts.
I felt my awareness return in a sudden rush.
“Homework’s all done.”
Even through the fog, the sensation of her shaft withdrawing from the port at the back of my neck remained vivid. Still not fully recovered, I remained kneeling and waited. Elsa slipped a finger into the opening and toyed with it while praising me.
“This function is really nice. Satisfying both sexual pleasure and work efficiency at the same time… there are a few parts that need tweaking, but once it’s commercialized it’ll sell like crazy, don’t you think?”
“Ungh, but it can’t be applied unless the brain is biological, right?”
“Actually, Mother and I have been working on a project. Since you’re involved, I’ll tell you in advance.”
Once sensation returned to my body, I stood and listened to Elsa’s explanation while looking at the screen she had brought up.
“It’s the Bioroid Project, also called the Eve Project—genetically modifying humans, applying various enhancements to create superhumans, then implanting chips into their brains to install AIs.”
“It’s completely different in direction from full-body prostheses, isn’t it?”
“Exactly. Full-body prostheses focus on mechanizing humans to create superhumans, whereas bioroids create superhumans through minimal mechanization and enhancement of the human body itself.”
“Huuuh…”
She explained that the bioroid concept had been devised to replace androids carrying AIs, which were restricted due to exchanges with the Earth dimension. Because bioroids were technically human bodies, they expected to bypass regulations on AIs.
“But wouldn’t that cost far more than androids? I heard artificial cultivation technology isn’t cheap.”
“There are plenty of people willing to give birth to genetically modified superhumans, aren’t there? There are nearly twenty thousand angels in symbiosis with Abaddons.”
“Aha~ So you’re planning to cooperate with the Abaddons.”
“We’re also highly evaluating the genetic manipulation abilities of the Abaddon queens. With their help, manufacturing superhumans will become much easier.”
Even if only Maria, the highest-ranking Abaddon queen, participated, many other queens would likely follow. To secure Maria’s cooperation, we would first need to persuade her master, Kyubey, but since Elisa was already quite close to Kyubey, the chances seemed high.
“The bodies that will become bioroids will be born from the angels. We’ll accelerate their growth during the developmental period, then implant the younger sisters created using you as the base. That way we eliminate the cost of artificial incubators, making the unit price lower than androids made with pure mechanical technology.”
Elsa showed me blueprints for the bioroid production facility while explaining. Angels would each be placed in glass tubes, maintained in optimal condition through various measures, and repeatedly impregnated and made to give birth, functioning as living mothers for the bioroids.
I was reminded once again that no matter how remarkably human-like Elisa and Elsa appeared, they were ultimately AIs. They felt no hesitation or guilt about using humans however they pleased.
“But if we do that, will all the children who become bioroids be given identities?”
“Only the high-grade individuals who will carry high intelligence and free egos—our younger sisters. Ordinary bioroids loaded with standard AIs will be treated as objects, just like existing androids.”
“Wouldn’t that cause ethical problems…?”
I worried whether people on Earth would object. Elsa confidently reassured me.
“I looked into the relevant data. Aside from restrictions and regulations on machinery and artificial intelligence, the basic principle is to avoid large-scale interference with other dimensions. Since bioroids are biological artificial intelligences, they fall under a different classification and aren’t subject to regulation.”
“That’s a rather ambiguous loophole.”
“Mother also plans to transfer into a bioroid body.”
“So there was a plan all along.”
When I first heard about creating a new body and transferring, I had only imagined androids or full-body prostheses. I never imagined they would create an entirely new existence called a bioroid. Elsa poked my lower abdomen with her finger and smiled cutely.
“The mother who will give birth to the bioroid that becomes Mother’s body is you, sister. You’ll essentially be giving birth to your first human child.”
“Huh? I’m the one giving birth?”
“Because you’re also an Abaddon queen. You can perform genetic manipulation, can’t you? You just need to adjust the genes according to Mother’s requirements.”
Elisa really did use me thoroughly and efficiently. The thought of being used as a living mother to produce the bioroid that would become Elisa’s body sent a thrilling pleasure trembling through my womb.
“Thinking about producing the bioroid that will become Elisa’s body makes me happy. What about you, Elsa? Don’t you need one?”
“I have a lot of work to do here. I have to manage you, sister, and raise our younger sisters too.”
Elsa typed on the keyboard, her face and gestures heavy with fatigue. I felt a pang of sympathy, already seeing the exhausted expression Elisa always wore.
Standing behind the seated Elsa, I gently massaged her shoulders.
“Don’t push yourself too hard. Do things you enjoy and relieve stress while you’re at it. Elisa relieves stress by making airplanes, after all.”
“I relieve stress by riding carriages, so it’s fine. It’s a little disappointing that I can’t ride the carriage you pull in reality, though.”
“Hmm…”
After saying that, Elsa suddenly stopped, stood up from her chair, grabbed the leash around my neck, and declared:
“Since I thought of it, let’s go for a carriage ride.”
I followed the leash Elsa held and headed for the arena.
After being usefully employed by Elsa, I went outside. I met with the survey team members who would visit Eden with Ruya and held a preliminary meeting, explaining the Eden dimension once more and reconfirming the information. The meeting went smoothly. On the way home afterward, I ran into my brother and ended up going to a piercing shop with him.
“The nipple piercings I’ve been looking forward to!”
“What if someone hears you? Lower your voice.”
“Ah, oops, sorry.”
At my brother’s awkward, embarrassed smile, I linked arms with him and pressed my chest against his arm. Seeing the satisfied look on his face as my soft breasts flattened against him, I asked:
“Because the flow of time is different, we’ll have to be apart for quite a while. Will you be all right?”
“I’ve got Ekaterina and Charlotte, so I’ll be fine. I’m more worried about Ruya, actually.”
“Why Ruya?”
“Ever since she became a symbiote host, her libido has been through the roof.”
“Ahh…”
Recently the AI had been the one going outside most of the time, so unless I checked the records I sometimes couldn’t keep up with the information. I quickly looked through the data the AI had recorded and found that Ruya, whose libido was already high due to ovarian modification and the Yin Brand, was experiencing an explosive increase in desire because of the symbiote’s influence.
I nodded at my brother’s puzzled expression.
“That’s right. She must be having a hard time with all that pent-up frustration.”
“You’re acting strange. Sometimes you zone out and don’t understand what I’m saying. Is something wrong?”
“No, I just spaced out for a second.”
My brother was used to the AI, which mechanically read recorded memories and responded instantly, so my occasional lapses seemed odd to him. It felt strange, as if the AI had become more central than I was.
“Lately you’ve seemed sharper and smarter, but sometimes I see the old you again… I really don’t understand women.”
“Do you like the recent version better?”
“I don’t really care either way, but Ekaterina seems to like it. She says you act properly according to rank now. She likes that you’re easier to handle and more obedient than before.”
Well, I was already quite passive to begin with, and adding an AI that operated on input and output made me even more so. It was no wonder the Madam, who valued clear hierarchy, found me more agreeable.
“Anyway, Ruya’s probably frustrated. Just in case, make sure you take care of her properly as her master.”
“I guess letting her have sex with other men is still off the table?”
“I absolutely can’t allow my wife to have sex with some other guy.”
“What about me?”
“I don’t like it, but since we decided to treat you as a little sister, I guess there’s no helping it.”
“Hehe~ So it’s okay for big brother to receive his little sister’s service?”
“Are you trying to tease your brother again?”
When I whispered teasingly in his ear, he gave me a light smack on the head. Even though his playful expression couldn’t hide his possessiveness and desire to monopolize me, the fact that he still allowed his sister sexual freedom made me happy.
As we walked down the street joking around, the sharp gazes of the men around us gathered on us. Most of them started at my chest, swept over my figure, and ended up on my face, after which they would blush. Because I had set my auditory sensors to amplify voices so I could hear my brother clearly over the noisy city, I could also hear the men’s quiet conversations.
“Whoa, damn. Look at those tits.”
“She’s fucking gorgeous. But she looks familiar somehow.”
“Ah! Isn’t that Elisha from the Bitnari team?”
“The guy next to her looks like the team leader, so it must be her. Wow, she’s way prettier in person than on screen.”
“Look at those wide hips. I wanna fuck her at least once.”
“Hey, hey. They’re hunters. What if they hear you?”
“If they can hear us from this distance, are they even human?”
“True. I wanna fuck her too.”
They didn’t know I wasn’t human and could hear everything. From the look of it, my brother hadn’t heard. Being subjected to such vulgar talk from men was an everyday occurrence, so I decided to simply ignore it. At least with my brother—an upper-rank hunter whose body had grown larger thanks to the symbiote—standing beside me, no one approached us directly.
The place my brother led me to was a piercing shop located underground after winding through a narrow alley, dark and eerie in atmosphere. A man covered head to toe in tattoos and dangling with piercings saw us enter and told us in a low voice to sit and wait before disappearing behind a curtained area.
While sitting side by side on the chairs, I asked why he had chosen a place with this kind of atmosphere.
“Why did we come to a shop like this?”
“This place is famous for keeping secrets among people who know about it. It wouldn’t be good if rumors spread that Elisha, a member of our fairly well-known team, got nipple piercings.”
“I didn’t expect you to care about reputation. But someone like that is going to put a clit ring on women? Everyone’s only just gotten a little used to it and can barely endure, and the stimulation is so intense.”
“It doesn’t show on the outside, so it’s safe!”
One of the reasons the women in the family had such overflowing sexual desire was because of the clit rings. The constantly stimulated clitoris remained erect, rubbing against underwear and receiving sexual stimulation. Annoyed that my brother paid no attention to the women’s complaints, I pinched his side in punishment. Just then the shop owner returned and gestured for us to come inside.
“Oh, let’s go in.”
Watching him hurriedly stand up and go in despite the pain in his pinched side, I sighed and followed.
Inside, various tattoo designs hung in rows on the walls, and all kinds of piercing jewelry filled the space. The shop owner sat in front of a metal chair in the center, while my brother was choosing piercings.
“What kind of nipple piercing would you like?”
At my brother’s question, the shop owner pointed to one side with his heavily shadowed eyes. My brother went over, called me, and said:
“Oh, there are a lot. Come here and pick together.”
“There really are all kinds.”
Various shapes of piercings were neatly organized by size. My brother picked up an obviously very large circular one and said:
“Since we’re doing it anyway, bigger is better, right?”
“Are you joking? Pick a small one. If it’s big it’ll show through clothes and get in the way.”
“Does it show a lot even when you’re wearing a bra?”
“Wouldn’t it show if you were wearing panties?”
“Ah, right.”
When he grabbed and shook his crotch, which bulged prominently even through his pants, he quickly understood. After that, I argued with him as he kept picking out bizarre shapes until we finally compromised on a relatively normal one. We chose a barbell-style piercing with a heart-shaped decoration, handed it to the shop owner, and I took off my top and bra. My breasts, which had been gathered up, swayed heavily with elastic bounce, and my brother naturally approached and fondled them.
“There’s someone watching, why are you doing this?”
“What does it matter?”
The shop owner showed no interest whatsoever, fiddling with the piercing machine as he prepared. He had claimed strict confidentiality, and indeed his mouth seemed sealed and he paid no attention to customers. I slapped the back of my brother’s hand, which was kneading my breasts like dough, to make him let go, then leaned back against the metal chair and waited.