The Fascination Eye

When I activated the Fascination Eye, Rico’s gaze grew hazy. I taught him calmly and clearly, guiding him until he could fully accept his role. Because the Yin ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Crest and Mother’s education would soon make the owner lewd and intensely sexual, we would need to secure a strong male for her separately. Rico’s place was simply to live as her lover and service slave, attending to her needs.

Finding a suitable male to father the children of the woman who would one day rule Eden was a troubling question, but a Blackman was out of the question for now. Their powerful dominant natures and pheromones would be far too dangerous for the owner, who had become fully human.

By the time I finished Rico’s education, I had consumed most of the vital energy I had drawn from Master. The more meticulous and sincere the instruction, the greater the expenditure.

“What are you, Rico?”

“I am Maria-nim’s service slave.”

“Good. Remember that well. Even if you and your sister are lovers who adore each other, your true place is that of your sister’s slave.”

“Yes, Noona.”

I made certain Rico understood he must receive the seed of a powerful male so the owner could bear children, and I firmly implanted the belief that he existed only as a service slave to assist in that duty. If Rico came to think and desire this himself, persuading the owner would become far easier.

After releasing the Fascination Eye, I closed my slightly strained eyes and was resting them when Rico, dressing himself, asked a question.

“When can I meet Maria Noona?”

“It will take quite some time.”

“Can’t we even speak on the phone?”

“Mm, I’ll ask about that.”

“Thank you!”

I left the hotel and waved goodbye to Rico as he headed off, then decided to check on Isabel’s condition before buying food ingredients. While walking down Central Street toward the station, someone suddenly seized my arm and I was forced to stop. When I turned, three men I had seen before stood there.

They were the trio from Kansas who had flirted with the owner and tried to drag her away by force. Goodness, they had remembered me after all these months and come looking again?

“But her face is covered. I can’t tell for sure.”

“Then we’ll just strip her.”

“Let’s move somewhere first.”

The men surrounded me and began hauling me off. I could have shaken them off immediately, but I decided to wait for the right moment. I might as well drain some vital energy while I was at it.

They had expected resistance, so when I followed meekly they grew excited and started chattering.

“Last time the police showed up at the end of the trip and ruined everything, but today we finally get to taste her?”

“We’ve waited months for this.”

“Just look at that tight ass.”

The man gripping my right arm groped my backside as he spoke. For all his swagger, his touch was clumsy. When the man on my left also grabbed and kneaded my rear, the one blocking the view from behind scolded them.

“Hold on, you idiots. We’re still on the street.”

“You wouldn’t stop either if you touched it. Soft but firm—absolute perfection.”

Apparently short on funds, they took me into a traveler’s lodging instead of a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hotel. The buildings had been built for visitors to Eden and boasted low prices, but the facilities matched the cost. It was a simple four-story corridor-style structure with tiny one-room units containing even smaller bathrooms. The walls were thin and noise control was nonexistent.

They shoved me into a room on the third floor, followed me in, and locked the door. Empty bottles and wrappers littered the filthy space; there wasn’t even a clean place to sit. So I began cleaning.

Ugh. At least gather the underwear.

“Whoa, she’s cleaning for us too?”

“Eden’s angels really are on another level.”

“Let’s wash up first.”

While the men showered, I removed my dress so it wouldn’t get dirty, folded it neatly, threw out the trash, swept the floor, and even changed the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bedcovers and sheets. To make me work this hard, I would drain their vital energy to its absolute limit.

Once the room was clean I sat naked on the bed and waited. The bathroom was so cramped that washing was difficult; one man emerged first. He was still drying his hair with a towel when he saw me sitting there nude. He tossed the towel aside.

“Krr, look at those piercings. I knew she was a filthy slut.”

I met the eyes of the man who stared at my body in open admiration and triggered the Fascination Eye. It was my first time charming several people at once, so I had been worried, but if they came out one by one it was actually convenient.

His eyes grew cloudy. I had him lie down on the bed and fall asleep. Each man who emerged received the same treatment—put to sleep and given erotic dreams.

While they writhed in their wet dreams, I washed the dust and grime from my body. A simple rinse was enough. I dressed again and studied the men. They twitched and moaned with erections, clearly enjoying pleasant visions. I drew the vital energy that had gathered in their cocks.

Hmm. As expected, it wasn’t very tasty. After growing used to only Master’s vital energy, my palate had become refined; ordinary essence no longer satisfied me. Mother had warned me against being a picky eater.

Once I had sucked them dry, their erections wilted without climax. I woke them one by one, muddled their memories, stitched the fragments together into a convenient narrative, and left the lodging. They would have had satisfying sex with me inside those dreams; according to the false memories I planted, they would no longer search for me.

After putting the trivial incident behind me, I reached Isabel’s laboratory and found Lyana unnie waiting—someone I had not seen in a very long time. Seeing her now, I realized her body had been modeled after my pre-modification form, making her resemble the owner.

“It’s been a long time, unnie.”

“Hm? You’re Elisha. It has been a while.”

“I changed my name. Please call me Q-B.”

“Q-B? That’s certainly unique. Is Maria asleep?”

I explained the owner’s situation to Lyana unnie. Since she was essentially a collaborator, I told her the truth, though I softened the more dangerous details.

“Maria gained a new body through an experiment to separate from the Abaddon?”

“Yes. The genes are identical and the body is unmodified, so it’s much closer to her original appearance. There is no Abaddon inside her now, either—it’s a purely human form.”

Lyana unnie looked genuinely pleased, as though she had been secretly troubled by the thought of her daughter serving as an Abaddon host. Feeling a little spiteful, I pouted.

“I’m also a daughter who shares the same genes, you know.”

“You… aren’t you an Abaddon?”

“Come on, this body is entirely my own. Strictly speaking, I’m clearly blood-related too.”

I might be an Abaddon Queen and a Succubus, but genetically I belonged to the Drivique bloodline. From the beginning, the owner and I existed in symbiosis; therefore both of us were Lyana unnie’s daughters.

Unnie looked momentarily conflicted, but after considering the owner’s unique nature she accepted it. She did, however, draw a firm line: only Maria Drivique could be officially registered as a member of the Drivique family bloodline.

It was slightly disappointing, yet I already had a mother and felt little greed for blood ties. Come to think of it, I wondered how Mother was progressing with the owner’s education. My guess was that, under Faust-nim’s orders, she was shaping her into an obedient, friendly companion.

After I finished explaining recent events and persuading her, unnie gave me a martial arts assessment for the first time in ages. While we sparred and she evaluated my skill, she asked in open surprise.

“You’ve improved tremendously. More than anything, your reactions are sharper, as if you’ve fought real battles.”

“Hehe, I have a strong partner who spars with me.”

“I thought as much.”

Sparring in reality rather than virtual space made the gap between Master and unnie feel enormous. Unnie’s technique was superior, but Master’s physical condition was so overwhelming that facing her was far more difficult. Unnie was smaller than me with comparable strength.

According to Kate unnie, since Lyana had been built close to a sex bot, her combat statistics were understandably low.

After roughly two hours of sparring, I wiped away the sweat pouring down my body and caught my breath. Unnie spoke.

“Why do you fight in high heels? I could understand if it were for the height advantage, but still.”

“Ah, I can’t wear anything except high heels.”

I sat on the floor, removed the heels, and showed her my transformed feet. The feet and ankles themselves had been reshaped to accommodate high heels, so even barefoot they remained permanently on tiptoe.

Unnie touched my feet with a grave expression, probing the ligaments and muscles around my ankles and calves.

“Normally a modification this extreme would cause the ligaments and muscles to stiffen, creating a high risk of injury. Yet you’re strangely unaffected. In fact, you’re more flexible and stronger. It’s as if you were born this way.”

“Is that so?”

It was probably the combined effect of the nanorobots injected during my adaptation as a Mare and the changes that occurred when I mutated into a Succubus.

Unnie ran her hand along the smooth, elegant curve from my feet to my thighs, then sighed.

“Why aren’t you wearing underwear?”

“It’s more comfortable this way.”

Lying down with my legs raised had pushed my dress up, fully exposing my pussy. After becoming a Succubus and receiving Mother’s education, underwear felt restrictive, so I rarely wore any. Of course, when attending Master I wore the sexy lingerie she preferred.

“Still, a modest woman should wear them. In Kansas…”

“Yeees~ By the way, what do you usually do these days? It’s hard to reach you, and even Isabel wouldn’t tell me.”

“…That is a secret.”

“Aww, tell me~”

I clung to unnie as she turned her head away in embarrassment and pestered her. The way she avoided the subject was incredibly suspicious.

We wrestled for a long time, repeatedly locking and releasing joint holds, until unnie finally surrendered and began to speak.

“I was looking for work to earn money and got scouted.”

“Where?”

“Big Dick & Hull.”

“Eh? That’s a brothel, isn’t it? Surely you’re not—”

“I am not a prostitute. I’m a caretaker. It’s not exactly a profession to boast about.”

Lyana unnie’s explanation was straightforward. The recruiter searching for someone to clean up after the angels working as sex slaves had hired her for a high price because of her decent appearance, stamina, and strength. Most of the day was spent washing and massaging the sex slaves who remained bound while receiving customers and training; ordinary stamina could not endure it.

Wow. The angels still working as sex slaves really do have it rough. I hope Linda is all right.

“Still, because they are angels who have been thoroughly conditioned as sex slaves for a long time, they obey orders well. It’s easier than I expected.”

“That’s true for angels.”

Since I myself was an angel, I understood their obedience well. Unnie said that after watching the angels’ intense sexual acts with customers day after day, she had grown tired of intercourse between men and women.

Hmm. It made sense—after seeing only one-sided sex where one party simply relieved their lust, it was natural to grow sick of it. Besides, Lyana unnie had originally been male but now lived as a female android, so she viewed everything from a woman’s perspective.

It seemed the saying that the mind follows the body was true. Just as the owner had changed rapidly after gaining a human body, the same principle applied.

“Have you ever had sex, unnie?”

“No.”

“Not even when you were male?”

Unnie avoided my eyes without answering. Hehe. So she had been a virgin. It was ambiguous whether an android could be called a virgin, but in any case she was one. They had installed sexual functions, yet I was curious how they differed from a human’s.

“Even without experience, you shouldn’t use the angels’ sex as a reference. Especially not sex-slave angels.”

“Aren’t you an angel too?”

“I am, but I’m very different. I can feel emotions and pleasure properly.”

Because angels accommodated their partners one-sidedly, most partners paid no attention to the angels’ own pleasure. They sought only their own satisfaction, making it a poor model. Ordinary people were also sexually conservative; the only erotic material available was dirty talk or novels. As a result, many people held either grandiose fantasies or vague aversion toward actual intercourse.

In such cases, the solution was simple: have sex with a good partner.

“Meet a good man and try it once. Your aversion will disappear.”

“Hmm…”

“Hasn’t any man approached you saying he likes you?”

With her cute appearance, it seemed likely. As expected, unnie admitted there was one man who acted friendly.

“What kind of man?”

“A man with black skin who arrived in Eden recently.”

“Eek.”

Black skin. Was he one of the Blackmen who came with Master? Surely not Master himself?

“What’s his name?”

“I think it was Sahadi.”

I felt relieved it was an unfamiliar name. According to unnie, the man had visited the brothel but declared he had no interest in sex slaves already tamed by others. Instead he had shown interest in her. With his cheerful looks, bold personality, and friendly speech, he ignored unnie’s stiff reactions and kept coming back to drink.

It sounded as though the Blackman had marked unnie as prey. Although she was an android, outwardly she looked completely human, so the mistake was understandable.

“For now we maintain a good relationship.”

“While keeping that good relationship, show him a small opening. If you indicate that you’re interested, he’ll approach even more eagerly.”

“Mm, I think I understand. Still, I have no interest in sexual relations.”

“Just try it once. It will feel completely different.”

“Is it really that good? Hmm.”

For the time being I guided unnie toward building a favorable relationship with the Blackman. Though dominant by nature, Blackmen often possessed excellent bedroom manners and boundless stamina; I believed he could change her views on sex. If she ended up falling for him and becoming his Queen, well… that couldn’t be helped either. Hehe.

To wash the body I had dirtied while rolling around on the floor, I entered the bathroom with unnie. When I undressed, she naturally followed suit. Seeing that, I realized her ego had become completely female.

Her breasts had shrunk slightly after the slime left, yet they remained violently large. The narrow waist, firm eleven-pack abs, and wide pelvic line created a satisfying figure.

I stood in the habitual Mare posture—legs straight together, upper body perfectly upright—while looking in the mirror. Unnie studied my body and spoke.

“Hmm. A magnificent physique. The densely woven muscle lines are beautiful.”

“Upsy-daisy. It’s a body I’ve maintained with great care.”

Even when it had belonged to the owner I had managed it diligently. Now that it only consumed vital energy, maintenance had become much easier.

I noticed unnie staring enviously at my large breasts, which remained perky and elastic without any support from underwear. How long had she been female to already show such a reaction? Her feminization had progressed so quickly it almost startled me.

While I washed away the sweat, unnie wiped the dust from her own body. Since her form was entirely mechanical, she produced no waste like sweat; cleaning was little more than dusting. No vital energy appeared in my vision either, confirming she was purely mechanical. Even the half-machine, half-human owner possessed vital energy, so I had assumed biological components were necessary. How, then, did mechanical unnie experience sexual arousal? Because she was not a living being, the Fascination Eye had no effect, making it difficult to verify.

I subtly taught her how to handle a Blackman while we finished showering, then went to find Isabel.

Isabel was conducting research inside the private room within the lab. Outwardly she appeared perfectly normal, but my eyes saw vital energy of a different hue from her own concentrated around her neck and head. The child was rooting well.

She showed no sign of noticing anything unusual, which meant the parasite was moving with extreme caution while establishing its roots, exactly as I had instructed.

As I observed the net-like spread ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of shimmering energy throughout her head, Isabel noticed me, looked up from her screen, and asked.

“Elisha, did you need something?”

“No. I sparred with Lyana unnie and was about to head back.”

“Good. If we gather a little more data, we’ll be able to execute the plan. Let’s keep pushing just a bit longer.”

“Yes.”

It seemed the command document I had delivered last time contained even more valuable information than I realized. Isabel looked cheerful, completely unaware of the Abaddon now rooting inside her own brain. Even if we performed major surgery to remove the main body as we had with me, the brain could no longer be restored. Still, we had to prepare for the possibility of the main body being extracted, just as had happened to the owner. Even though the owner had modified most of this body’s brain, once the main body was taken there had been nothing she could do.