The Queen's Community
To my question, Sister tilted her head with a serious expression and asked, as though puzzled. “It was Madam who made me grow close to him. That’s rather an odd question.”
“That’s true, it was me. I simply never expected you to accept it so easily.”
“Hmm, I see. It’s simple. I do it to repay his love.”
As she spoke, a flush rose to Sister’s cheeks and a smile formed on her lips. It was such a vivid, lively expression that I could hardly believe it came from someone who almost never showed emotion.
Wow. So Sister could make a face like that.
I was staring, dazed, at the bright, unmistakably happy face of a woman when Sister continued.
“From the moment I entered this android body and realized I had become something different from my original self, I felt strangely detached. The longer I stayed in Eden, the less certain I became of my own existence; only questions remained. While I simply carried on each day out of a lingering sense of duty from old memories, he came to me.”
She had seemed so composed that I never noticed, but she had been that unstable. Had I taken the android conversion of humans too lightly? The android body, so different from a human one, must have intensified the alienation.
“Master loved me—an android—just as I was. Being loved by him as a woman gave my existence meaning. I still don’t fully understand it, but that is what I believe.”
“Are you completely all right now?”
“Yes. On the contrary, being bound to him and belonging to the community of Queens feels very stabilizing. Even the strange thing called a human ego inside an android body is simply one among many Queens.”
Sister spoke and showed me the vivid Queen brand engraved on the inner part of her thigh beneath her skirt. The pattern, drawn upon her pale artificial skin, looked even sharper and more artistic, as if it gave her a powerful sense of belonging.
She closed her legs again, straightened her clothes, and went on.
“I am grateful to Lady Elisha—no, to Lady Q-B. For giving me this opportunity.”
“Umm, well, since it worked out nicely, that’s good, right? Are you getting along with Kate?”
“We met after I moved in. It turned out she was the one who built my body. Thanks to that, maintaining it has become much easier. Knowing it’s Master’s consideration makes me even happier.”
“That’s not what I meant. You’re both Queens serving the same Master, aren’t you? Doesn’t anything about that bother you emotionally?”
I was curious what the existence of another Queen serving the same master would mean to Sister, who adored hers so deeply. My own Master belonged only to me, but that wasn’t the case for the other Queens.
At my words, Sister let out a small sound of realization, thought for a moment, then answered with a calm face.
“Hmm. That subject actually came up during one of the Queens’ meetings. After all, most of us lived with monogamous values and now find ourselves in a polygamous situation. Come to think of it, there were strange aspects.”
“What strange aspects?”
“It’s awkward to use myself as an example since I’m completely infatuated with Master and my situation is rather special, but even setting me aside, the other Queens’ reactions were strangely obedient. Not one of them showed any resistance to serving Master alongside other Queens. When I asked my Master, he said the women of Eden are unusually submissive.”
“Ah, perhaps…”
Eden’s women are unusually submissive. Could this be the result of the brainwashing they undergo upon becoming citizens of Eden? Thanks to that conditioning, they tend to accept and adapt to anything without resistance. That must be why crime rates and conflicts among Eden’s people are extremely rare. Combined with the unique pheromones of the Blackmen, it produces perfectly obedient Queens.
I had wondered why everything was resolving so smoothly. So this was the reason.
When I shared my speculation, Sister nodded in agreement.
“That makes it somewhat understandable. Kate accepted my existence easily, just as you’d expect from an Eden woman. She was actually delighted that the android she created had gained life and now serves the same Master.”
“Kate’s especially kind, after all.”
Even with her sadistic tastes, she had held back her own desires to be considerate of me. She was similar to Teo yet different. Kate acted out of consideration as a partner, whereas Teo was more like someone carefully handling a cherished possession so it wouldn’t break.
“These days, when there’s no work at Isabel’s lab, I help Kate. Strangely, the number of customers increased after I started working there.”
“Ah, that’s because you’ve been modified so often. From the outside, your body looks like quite an expensive, high-end product. Besides, you appear so naturally like a real AI that you naturally draw attention.”
“I do get modified quite frequently.”
Claiming it was from the modification she received yesterday, Sister cleanly snapped off her left wrist and produced a small flame from the cross-section.
Is that a lighter function?
“A lighter?”
“This is minimum output. At maximum, it shoots about three meters.”
“That’s… pretty frightening.”
What on earth was Kate making? A flamethrower that could reach three meters was already an excellent weapon. She wasn’t building combat machines, was she?
After reattaching her wrist, Sister clenched and unclenched her fist as she spoke.
“There are many others, but most are functions for sexual intercourse, so it’s a little awkward to demonstrate them.”
“Ah, yes.”
She had originally been built as a sex android, after all…
After that, I heard about the eccentric things Kate and Sister’s Master got up to. Her Master, who had always loved robots, was learning android technology under Kate’s guidance—acquiring it by building them himself. In the process, the hardship Lyana endured being used as a test subject was considerable, but she bore it all with the power of love.
“Being treated as a test subject isn’t so bad?”
“If I must be precise, it is. But I wouldn’t like it if it weren’t Kate and Master.”
“That makes sense. Still, in the end, your Master wants war weapons, doesn’t he? Seeing the experiments that add built-in plasma wire blades to the flamethrower and increase output.”
“He wants to use androids in war to reduce human casualties. It’s not yet efficient enough to fully replace manpower, however.”
Because of the limits of the materials used in the internal frame, they couldn’t raise output and durability past a certain point. Therefore, the performance hadn’t reached a level suitable for battlefield combat.
“They say that using titanium—which is mined in extremely small quantities in the southern region—would provide sufficient strength relative to weight, but the cost becomes far too high. The metal alloys currently in use have high mass, so increasing their strength also increases their weight. Using bio-materials, on the other hand, makes them unsuitable for combat.”
“Well, with my current body I can’t exert more power than a simple enhanced human like myself. The efficiency is low.”
“No matter how good the technology, there are still realistic walls.”
Walls, huh. Come to think of it, the muscle reinforcement procedure used on my body had eventually been abandoned because of severe side effects. Skeletal modification was illegal, physical reinforcement using nanorobots was illegal, and Tya was an unregistered parasitic tentacle organism. Looking at it now, my body was a walking mass of illegal modifications.
“Looking at it this way, isn’t Eden’s law surprisingly lax? Modifying you is illegal customization, yet they aren’t really enforcing anything.”
“I am Master’s personal property, so custom modifications aren’t for sale and aren’t taken outside, which is how it barely passes.”
“But you held the ownership rights to that body, didn’t you? You transferred them to Master?”
“Under Eden law, androids are not recognized as capable of owning themselves. Until now, I was effectively an android without an owner. So I registered myself as Master’s property.”
“Having someone else own your body… that sounds a little enviable.”
“Does it?”
While we chatted about each other’s daily lives, the door to Isabel’s room opened. She stepped out with a faintly flushed face and said,
“Sorry. Did you wait long?”
“No, I was talking with Lyana, so it was fine.”
“So Lyana came by.”
Judging by her flushed cheeks and the light sweat on her neck, it seemed she had relieved her mood by granting pleasure. Had she moved on to the pleasure training phase?
Isabel wiped her neck with a handkerchief from her pocket and asked Lyana,
“You haven’t come lately because you’ve been busy—what’s the matter?”
“I came about the control authority over my artificial brain.”
“Why the control authority?”
“I tried to receive a diagnostic, but there was a lock on the deepest core. I’d like you to transfer it.”
“Who are you receiving the diagnostic from? It could be dangerous.”
“That’s…”
As their conversation grew longer, more and more unfamiliar technical terms appeared, making it impossible to follow. I grew bored and passed the time watching real-time hot videos on a streaming site through my implant until they finally finished.
“It’s your artificial brain anyway, so it doesn’t matter. I’ll do it right away.”
“Thank you.”
“Just be careful that our plan isn’t exposed.”
“Of course.”
Before the two could go back inside, I quickly spoke up.
“I’ll be going now.”
“Ah, I’ll contact you first if anything comes up next time. If more materials need to be delivered, reach out to me first.”
“Yes, I will.”
“Then, until next time.”
“Yes, Sister.”
Compared to Isabel’s casual tone, Lyana gave a slight bow and eye greeting.
After parting with them, I left the lab and stepped outside.
On the way home, I thought about what Lyana had said. The phrase “community of Queens.” At first I thought they had simply created shared housing and a system to make managing the Blackmen’s slaves easier, and that the resulting sense of belonging had turned it into the concept of a community. But thinking again about the other Queens’ reactions—they held their own meetings to discuss things, used casual speech with one another regardless of age to maintain equality—it really did feel like a genuine community.
It was heading in a different direction than I had expected, but Master seemed pleased that the Queens were getting along well with each other. In that case, good was good.
I spent the day as usual, then headed to the underground city for the experiment scheduled at the lab.
Walking into the building beside the Human-Horse Arena beneath the androids’ unchanging stares, the familiar interior appeared. Because the space was large yet sparsely populated, you had to wander around before encountering any researchers.
I was heading first to the room where Master waited when I spotted Mother kneeling naked with her hands raised.
The situation was so unexpected that I stared blankly. When Mother saw me, her already gloomy face crumpled even more.
“What are you doing, Mother?”
“Uung~ I had a little accident…”
“What did you do wrong this time? Honestly.”
“I only played a small prank, but everyone’s so mean~”
Mother whined and complained, but she still obediently followed Faust’s and the researchers’ orders without breaking posture.
“You brought it on yourself. I’ll be going now.”
“Daughter~ I’m bored~ Stay with me~”
“You’re being punished and you’re complaining about being bored? I’m going to tell on you.”
“So mean~”
I walked past the pouting Mother and opened the door to Master’s room. She was wearing glasses and working diligently on something.
Huh. She’s actually working properly for once?
“Master, I’m here.”
“Hmm? Q-B?”
When Master lifted her head, her slightly greasy hair, faint dark circles, and wrinkled lab coat stained with spilled coffee made her look exactly like a researcher completely absorbed in her work.
Worried by her exhausted face, I said, “What are you doing that you’re pushing yourself so hard? Look at your face.”
“There’s the work Grandpa assigned me, but I’m also building up knowledge about the world. I have to prepare for the future.”
Master puffed out her chest proudly as she spoke, as if saying, Aren’t I impressive?
Her body was still smaller than mine, so she only looked adorable, but I found it commendable and stroked her head.
“Yes, yes. Our Master is wonderful. To rule Eden, you need to know many things.”
“Hehe. Unlike certain people, I’m smart.”
Master stayed obediently still while I stroked her hair, looking incredibly cute. The grease in her hair, though…
“By the way, how long has it been since you last washed? Look at all this oil in your hair.”
“Uhh… I’m not really sure.”
“Goodness, you can’t even wash yourself? Come here.”
“Uwaa! I can walk by myself!”
When I lifted her into my arms, she threw a tantrum claiming she could walk. I held her a little tighter and she immediately became docile again.
“Is Mother neglecting to take care of you and doing whatever she wants, which is why she’s being punished? She can’t even manage her own body properly.”
“I can manage myself…”
“Master, didn’t I tell you that someone else has to manage your body?”
“Uung, you did.”
When I looked into her eyes with my captivating gaze, her own eyes grew hazy and she nodded.
Thanks to Mother’s education and mine, Master was becoming more and more childlike. She was growing far more dependent than before. Faust had probably tried to make her dependent on Mother so he could control her from behind, but thanks to the absolute hypnosis I had placed on her, it was fortunate that she depended on me more. In truth, I preferred this slightly clumsy, dependent Master to the overly competent one who had once seemed distant. It made her feel closer.
Gazing at the heart floating in her pupils—the mark of absolute hypnosis—I carried her into the bathroom and began removing her clothes. She obediently waited as I undressed her, then pointed to the glowing yin brand on her lower abdomen.
“It’s glowing even though I can’t see it, right?”
“Yes. How did you know?”
“When the yin brand fills up, it keeps tickling. I also feel my insides tightening, like they’re being squeezed.”
“That’s because your womb is being stimulated by vital energy. Here, come. How’s the water temperature?”
“Yeah, it’s perfect.”
I washed her thoroughly, starting from her hair and moving to every nook and cranny of her body. When I touched her swollen, firm breasts, I asked,
“When did you last get milked? They look completely full.”
“Ah, I was supposed to go get milked but I forgot while studying. I’ll go after I wash.”
“I’ll go with you after my experiment.”
“Okay.”
Master answered while touching the ear tag on her left ear. It hadn’t been there before when we only implanted the slime, but she must have visited the ranch in the meantime; the tag marked her registration as a dairy cow.
While washing her, her large breasts—tight with milk and springy—felt so good to touch that I kept fondling them. Eventually Master resisted weakly.
“Stop touching. It feels like it’s going to leak.”
“Hehe, you made plenty of milk. They’re so full they look like they might burst?”
I lifted one breast from underneath; even with my strength, its weight was considerable. I played with the swaying, water-balloon-like breasts a little longer until Master began to sob, then finally stopped. Seeing her unable to push my hand away and only whimpering for me to stop was so adorable that I laughed.
“All right. I’ll stop. Aww, you’re so cute.”
“I’m your Master! Stop treating me like a child!”
“Yes, yes. Little Master. Shall I dry you off now?”
“Ugh!”
I took out a towel, covered her head, and rubbed. She quickly became obedient again and entrusted her head to my hands.
The once haughty and seemingly perfect Master had changed this much. The power of hypnosis truly was incredible.
After drying her completely, I wrapped her in a large towel, sat her on the bed, and opened the closet. I rummaged through the collection of erotic clothes I had stocked earlier, pulled out underwear and garments, and dressed her piece by piece.
Master’s original taste had been old-fashioned, but after Mother’s education I only dressed her in lewd clothing, and she accepted it naturally now.
“There. Neat, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, I feel clean.”
I stood her in front of the mirror. She examined her reflection from various angles and answered. She wore a see-through top that clearly showed her underwear and a short skirt that revealed her panties—an extremely lewd outfit—yet she paid it no mind at all.