Ahn-ahn Mod 1.7.7 Patch (2)

Modder

Those who take the source code a game company releases, then add to it, strip from it, rewrite it, and build extra features or content on top—those people, we call modders.

From a player's standpoint, they get a bottomless well of fresh dopamine. From the company's standpoint, users generate content on their own without a single official update. Mutual high-fives all around. A perfect symbiotic relationship.

And Darkest Blood, the game I'd been drowning in for a while, was no different.

A soulslike, endless interactivity, and an open world—the holy trinity that makes modders lose their minds—were all packed into one title. How could anyone not go feral over that?

I was no exception.

But this game had one peculiar quirk.

Before I could even read the second comment—the instant I finished the first one—I had already submitted a modder application.

The moment I realized something was horribly wrong and fired off a reply to that second comment—

Ding—

That grotesque rulebook welcomed me as I was transmigrated into the game.

That was one year and two months ago.

Hans could not comprehend the spectacle unfolding before his eyes.

No—he did not want to comprehend it. That was the more accurate phrasing.

What he could grasp with certainty was this: a black-robed mage had appeared, and then—

"Output debug. Loop action file [Masturbate]. Every time status effect [Climax] triggers, play the debug voice file."

"[NPC Temporary Code: BitchCunt No. 13672], action file [Masturbate], iteration 1. Digging into pussy with fingers. Climaxed. Outputting dialogue. Haaahn♡. Returning to start. [NPC Temporary Code: BitchCunt No. 13672], action file [Masturbate], iteration 2. Digging into pussy with fingers."

Eirin had become that bastard's puppet.

Those two facts alone.

Every time Luke rattled off incomprehensible commands and hammered at his laptop keys, Eirin carried them out like an automaton. She spread her legs wide and proudly displayed her private parts without a shred of shame, then plunged her fingers into her sex, making sure the wet, fleshy squelch of skin and fluids rang out as clearly as possible.

With no change of expression whatsoever, she recited the same content in a flat, dead voice, spitting out not her real name but that man-made designation that barely even qualified as one. The only thing with any emotion in it was the lewd moan—and even that was nothing but a shift in pitch. Hans knew full well it was not Eirin's true feeling.

Luke ordered still more humiliating poses and acts under the pretense of "debugging tests," and Eirin performed every single one. Puckering her lips and flicking her tongue, hollowing her cheeks as if sucking something and bobbing her head back and forth, even raising her hips skyward like a dog and wagging them side to side.

Watching Luke's face as he eyed Eirin's antics with satisfaction, the front of his trousers swelling, Hans became certain.

They haven't pressed body to body yet—but that black mage, that bastard, is absolutely going to… he's going to ravage my wife without mercy.

But there was nothing he could do.

All he was permitted was to watch his wife's degradation. That was the only thing Luke allowed him.

"[NPC Temporary Code: BitchCunt No. 13672], action file [Masturbate] ×25, [Deep Kiss] ×37, [Request Doggy Style] ×62, [Rimjob] ×21, [Simultaneous Anal & Pussy Masturbation] ×31—all complete. Current status effects: [Climax] stacked 276 times, [Heat] stacked 339 times. Permanent status effect [Loose Pussy: Stage 1] and permanent status effect [Loose Asshole: Stage 1] applied."

"For spaghetti code, swapping out the sex action files and the language center went pretty smoothly. Oof, that is hot as hell. Good thing Ray and Arca take after their mother instead of their husband. Thanks to that, I've been able to put those daughters to excellent use as onaholes."

"No matching behavioral pattern found…"

"Ah, so the auto-dialogue output prompt still isn't fully inserted? Output dialogue: [Thank you for using the daughters I birthed from this old lady's pussy as onaholes to process Luke-nim's cock slime]. Actions and expressions via the newly equipped prompt."

"Yes♡"

A voice Hans had heard for half a lifetime—gentle, and yet mixed with a lewd, sultry moan he had never once heard from her—drove itself into his ears.

Eirin began stripping off her clothes in careless, fluttering motions. Full, springy breasts and a vast, soft rear that looked ready to embrace everything with kindness were laid bare. Her skin, still elastic and dewy, gleamed under the inn's candlelight. Whether time had been defied or simply made her more carnal, her body had grown still more voluptuous and abundant, and a strange sweet scent rose from it—like a ripe peach.

Swaying that obscene frame, Eirin carefully rested her head atop her hands pressed to the floor. Naked as the day she was born, she bowed to Luke as though he were a highborn noble, then cried out in a voice of pure joy.

"Thank you for using the daughters I birthed from this old lady's pussy as onaholes to process Luke-nim's cock slime♡"

"Good girl."

"Aaaah…♡"

At the sound of that low, vile voice, Eirin reacted differently than she had before. A moan thick with pleasure tore from her throat as her two private holes—pussy and asshole—involuntarily flexed and gaped, and tears burst from her eyes in a sudden flood.

Faster than Hans could blink.

"AI's gotten really good these days. Just grab an API key, slap it onto a prompt you already wrote, and it auto-responds like this. I'm glad I went through the hassle of patching NPC Talk Mode compatibility back then."

"You… you… what the hell did you do to my wife?! My wife has never once behaved like some cheap whore! She's never spoken a single filthy word that shouldn't leave a person's mouth, and she would never fawn over scum like you!"

"Nothing major. I downloaded my old [Breeding Pose Pack] modes one through seventy-two onto her existing action-file templates, wiped every boring, highbrow line out of her language center, and installed about twenty-six packs from the [Slut Dialogue Compilation]."

"And what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means she became a slut who'll put out for anyone who turns her on. Ah—of course I'm not going to use her as a generic Whore Number One. I'm going to use her as the final boss of the Pale Forest."

"Why the hell are you doing this to us?!"

"We're all just trying to make a living. Modders like me have no way to survive in this other world unless we keep grinding out mods."

Luke tilted his head and stood; Eirin rose with him. Her eyes were wide open, her face frozen in a broad smile, and the sheer wrongness of that still, smiling figure raised goosebumps all down Hans's arms.

"Unfortunately, this Darkest Blood world is… well, as you know, Hans, it's brutal to live in without any capital. Swindlers everywhere, monsters crawling just outside the city walls… Unlike regular users who can kill monsters, earn EXP, and change classes, modders like me can't do any of that."

"W-what? EXP? Don't you know class changes just take some reputation and a bit of coin at the class-change office?! So stop tormenting us and—"

"That 'reputation' is what we call EXP. And modders can't earn it. Same goes for gold, by the way. Sell looted items, run a business—whatever you make just evaporates. Stolen goods too."

The moment Luke's hand touched the coin pouch on the counter, it vanished in a curl of black smoke. Where it had been, dull earth-colored discs that had lost all their golden luster crumbled and lost their shape.

"Unfortunately, for a modder to earn EXP, you have to patch this world and its residents hard and invent new content. Every Thursday you get EXP and Special Gold settled against your download counts, so you've got no choice but to make the most stimulating, dopamine-detonating stuff you can. That's why I made the Ahn-ahn Mod. The human brain is attached to the dick, after all."

"So those parchment sheets labeled 'patch notes' that rain down like a storm…"

"Basically a news feed. Users and NPCs logged into this world need to know what changed."

"You cowardly bastard—you're less than human…"

A familiar repertoire. Used to it by now, Luke shrugged, floated his laptop into the air, and opened Eirin's files.

"Any last words for your wife, Innkeeper?"

"Last words? What the hell are you talking about?! Where are you taking my wife?!"

"I'm not taking her anywhere right this second. I'm going to run the personality and memory file wipe procedure."

"Personality file wipe… procedure?"

"The existing personality and memory files can bottleneck against the new ones I'm about to install, so this is the preemptive cleanup."

"That means my wife… won't ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠be my wife anymore!"

"Eh, don't worry too much. Even after a wipe, an auto-backup remains, so your wife will still be a little bit your wife. Roughly eighty percent newly implanted personality, twenty percent original. We can fine-tune that leftover twenty percent with training during later test phases. So then…"

"S-stop! Please, please stop! I'll give you everything you want! Money, this inn, all of it! Just leave my wife alone!"

Hans, who could not so much as twitch a finger, thrashed against that contradiction and screamed himself raw.

"Come on, I already told you that's not happening. [NPC Temporary Code: BitchCunt No. 13672], open personality files and memory files."

"[NPC Temporary Code: BitchCunt No. 13672], accessing personality files and memory files as ordered… Access complete. Opening now."

Wuum—

Beside Eirin's status window, film-strip-like panels unfurled in a long cascade.

Young Eirin running and playing through a meadow. The scene of her cutting a modest but carefully prepared cake at her wedding with Hans. Cleaning the inn together with Ray and Arca. And countless other strips beyond counting.

Hans recognized them at once for what they were—Eirin's memories. And he knew exactly what was about to happen to them.

"[NPC Temporary Code: BitchCunt No. 13672], from the personality and memory files, select only the content related to the daughters and the maternal-love segments. Also four files covering having been married to [NPC Entity: Hans]."

"[NPC Temporary Code: BitchCunt No. 13672], memories of Ray and Arca selected. Maternal-love personality selected. Memories of the engagement ceremony, the wedding, and the births of both daughters with [NPC Entity: Hans] selected."

"Everything remaining besides the selected files… delete it all. Loop action file [Fountain Climax] while you do it."

"[NPC Temporary Code: ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠BitchCunt No. 13672], purging all files other than the selected ones."

The order fell.

Eirin—the puppet doll who obeyed Luke's commands to the letter—spread her legs wide, shoved her fingers between the tightly clenched lips of her pussy, and worked them.

"Aaahn♡ Pussy climaxed. [NPC Temporary Code: BitchCunt No. 13672], discharging lewd cunt-juice, one count. [Memory File: Happy Inn Life] purge♡ purge♡ purge♡…"

Zzzt—

"Removal complete! Auto-prompt from installed [Slut Dialogue Compilation Pack 6] activating. Thank you, Master, for ordering the purge of my worthless trash memories♡ I will purge the remaining files via pussy climax."

One of the floating film strips crumbled to dust. It was the strip that held the moment she and Hans first met at the inn.

Even as a happy memory she would have wanted to keep for life vanished, Eirin—no, [NPC Temporary Code: BitchCunt No. 13672]—panted with a rapturous expression, following her installed prompts. Every time she gushed transparent, sticky love-juice, another film strip disintegrated, one after another.

"Purge♡ purge♡ purge♡ purge… Removal complete! Removal complete! Removal complete! Cumulative pussy climaxes: 100,000. Thank you, Master, for ordering the purge of my worthless trash memories♡ I will purge the remaining files via pussy climax. Memory-file purge target: 99% achieved. Commencing personality-file wipe procedure."

As the personality-file wipe proceeded, the entries written on her status window were erased one by one. What filled those blanks was NULL—"no value assigned," "a state in which no value exists." She herself was drawing closer and closer to an unpainted puppet doll.

"[NPC Temporary Code: BitchCunt No. 13672]… All personality files and memory files purged. Target 100% achieved. Error… error… Cannot define personality for [NPC Temporary Code: BitchCunt No. 13672]. Cannot define base behavioral patterns for [NPC Temporary Code: BitchCunt No. 13672]."

Only once nearly everything but the newly assigned codes and minor data on her status window had become NULL, and the vast majority of the memory films floating in the air had returned to dust, did Eirin's wipe procedure end.

"Error… error… Cannot define memory file [Inn Layout] for [NPC Temporary Code: BitchCunt No. 13672]. Cannot define personality file 'Kindness' for [NPC Temporary Code: BitchCunt No. 13672]…"

"Eirin! Snap out of it! Please, snap out of it!"

"Desperate cry from [NPC Entity: Hans] received as input. Error… error… Cannot define behavioral pattern file [Attitude Toward Hans] for [NPC Temporary Code: BitchCunt No. 13672]."

Watching his wife do nothing but loop error messages, Hans despaired. She no ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠longer felt like the woman he loved. A cold doll. Nothing more, nothing less.

"When you delete files in big indiscriminate chunks like this, you usually get errors of this sort. Put simply: you ask someone to pick an apple from a tree, but the target doesn't know what an apple is, so it has no idea how to respond."

"You devil… you devil bastard…"

"I'm in a bind too, you know. When it just spits error codes like that, the work gets ridiculously tedious. Manually adding every behavioral pattern is a nightmare. That's why we use AI and prompts."

A new blue window appeared in the air. In the search bar of a folder packed with endless listed files, he typed something.

A window holding even more files than before opened. Luke searched again.

CTRL+C was pressed. The folder closed. He opened another.

Folder name:

Eirin's new name. And then he pressed the key.

CTRL+V

"Keep existing files and paste."

The empty spaces marked NULL began to fill with new content.

"[NPC Temporary Code: BitchCunt No. 13672] New personality files installed. New behavioral pattern files installed. New♡ new♡ huff…♡ mate…♡ maaate…♡"

From Eirin's formerly flat throat, a beast's cry—something close to a canine—began to mix with her moans. The words she used grew shorter; vulgar terms and the panting of an animal looped over and over.

"New prompt [Bitch in Heat] installed♡ [Pack Mother] installed♡ installed♡ installed♡ installed♡ installed♡"

"H-honey…"

"Image files… adding the image files and spine of [Aroused Female Wolf Beastkin: Pack Mother Specimen (Pale Moon Lineage)] onto the existing [NPC Temporary Code: BitchCunt No. 13672] image files♡ Awooooo♡"

As a wolf's howl tore from her throat, Eirin's body began to change. Ears pricked up atop her head; a soft black tail sprouted from between her hips. Her arms and legs twisted into shapes no different from a beast's, and her frame swelled to nearly twice its former size.

The whole process took barely three minutes. But in those three minutes she underwent a transformation that no amount of aeons could have produced on its own.

And into the cold automaton, new strings were tied—not the threads of Eirin's original personality, but the threads of newly installed prompts.

"Awoof-woof♡ [NPC Temporary Code: BitchCunt No. 13672] all prompts installation complete! Heeh♡ heeh♡ Want to mate, want to mate♡ Need to mate with a big strong male-beast right now. Nngh-oot♡ Just imagining a male-beast's cock made me cum♡"

Spurt, spurt, spurt—

From between thighs grown thicker and plumper than before, pale love-juice erupted like a fountain. A denser, filthier scent—mixed with the smell of an animal—flooded the inn. With a slack, foolish grin, she flared her nostrils.

Then, following instinct—following the prompts written into her—she crawled forward on all fours like a beast.

"Heeh♡ huff, huff…♡ There's a smell. A superior, vicious male-cock smell…♡"

The snuffling grew louder and faster. Her nose had become more sensitive than any living creature's.

"Males… two of them… One is small and thin and disgusting… The other one… haaahn♡ Just smelling it is like a violent, vicious beast-smell raping this female's pussy♡"

Following instinct, she stopped before a crotch that, even through trousers, could not hide its imposing size and shape. Pressing her nose even tighter into the space between those legs, she poured every nerve into her sense of smell.

And she was certain.

"You…♡ You're going to mate with me♡ Awoof-woof♡"

That he was the new master she was meant to serve.