The Moment I Claimed Her Second Virginity
With Yuria's upgrades complete, the time came to see our guest off. Standing before Dolcetto at the dungeon's exit, thoroughly satisfied with the generosity he had shown, I offered my heartfelt gratitude.
"Thank you for adjusting Yuria, Lord Dolcetto."
"Think nothing of it. If anything, I am the one who ought to be grateful for gaining such unexpected results. Fufu, to think I would stumble upon a clue in a place like this to resume research I had long since abandoned..."
What he held up in his hand was the aphrodisiac sample I had gifted him. Though he knew only that it heightened specific physical sensations, that alone seemed enough to please him, eliciting an eerie, satisfied chuckle.
"If this performs as anticipated, it will surely lay the groundwork for harvesting an immense yield of fear and despair. Khuhu, should fruitful results emerge, I shall share the findings with you as well."
"Ah, yes. Haha. I certainly hope it goes well."
"With that, I shall take my leave. Ah, wait. Come to think of it, there was one thing I nearly forgot to mention."
Dolcetto paused just as he was about to step through the portal, turning back toward me. As I blinked in curiosity, he made a polite request in his dignified tone.
"Please, look after Yuria. Speaking with the child, it seems the time she spends by your side carries profound meaning for her..."
"Uh, yes... Have a safe journey."
Dolcetto glided smoothly through the exit, vanishing from sight. Left alone, I pondered the parting words he had left behind, feeling a strange twinge of sentiment.
To ask me to take care of Yuria, whom he had once regarded merely as a convenient tool—had they shared a surprisingly meaningful conversation while I was away? Granted, the man was a High Executive of the Demon King's Army, bound to harbor a sadistic streak, so their bond could hardly be called a conventional father-daughter relationship. Still, I had reaped my own share of benefits from this encounter, making it a satisfying outcome in the end. Shrugging off the thought, I returned to my quarters, where Yuria was already waiting for me.
"Did your conversation with Lord Dolcetto conclude satisfactorily?"
"Yeah, well, he seemed pleased with what I gave him. And before taking off, he asked me to look after you."
"Is that so."
'Is that so'? Even after hearing what amounted to a parent's concern, her reaction remained completely impassive. Then again, just because her vocal cords had been upgraded didn't mean her deadpan personality had vanished. Smiling brightly, I prepared to spend some quality time with her.
"Well then! Now that Lord Dolcetto has departed, the time has finally come for the long-awaited performance test~"
"...It appears your head is still filled with nothing but such degenerate thoughts."
"It's what keeps me going in life, after all. Aren't you curious too, Yuria? Wondering what that upgraded body of yours is capable of doing now?"
Who could spit on a smiling face? Facing my beaming grin, Yuria clicked her tongue, but realizing she had no power to disobey my commands, she resigned herself and quietly asked.
"What... would you have me do?"
Indeed, even if she had developed emotions, loyalty still reigned supreme in her programming. Finding this aspect of my personal maid utterly delightful, I immediately issued her first instruction.
"First, why don't you lift up that skirt of yours?"
"..."
Without a word, Yuria slowly hitched up her hemline. Between her smooth, shapely legs lay a neat, vertical slit, fitting together with exquisite mechanical precision.
"Still not wearing any panties, I see."
"I saw no particular necessity for them..."
"That won't do. A woman's private parts should be treated with the utmost care."
"...If you claim they should be treated with care, why are your hands already touching them?"
"Because cherishing something is all for the sake of moments like this, of course."
As my fingers traced the outer folds, Yuria shuddered faintly, seemingly gripped by shame. Parting the delicate crease to peek inside, a vivid, soft-pink mucous membrane was laid bare before my eyes.
"Man, that pussy is as pink and fresh as brand-new. Thank goodness the cellular regeneration feature I asked Lord Dolcetto to install is working so well."
"It was not installed for this purpose. It was intended purely to recover from battle damage..."
Squish, squelch.
"Ngh, ah...!"
The moment I slipped a single finger inside, her entire frame quivered. Perhaps because her anatomy had been rebuilt from scratch, the internal suction was far tighter than before, the surrounding flesh firm and supple. What was more, a slick trickle of arousal began to weep outward after just a few light strokes, proving beyond a doubt that her sensitivity had reached unprecedented heights.
"Well now, wet already? Isn't that a little too lewd? I haven't even used an aphrodisiac yet."
"This is... merely because... the tuning refined my sensory receptors... Ah, ngh! Stop... do not touch there... ahh! ♥"
Even as I tormented her pussy, Yuria couldn't bring herself to resist. Watching her utterly helpless state brought an involuntary smirk to my lips. Slipping my hand from her heat, I gave her the next command.
"Good. In this condition, we won't even need any potions to get started. Why don't you strip off your clothes and stand right across from me?"
"...Kh."
Despite her obvious frustration, Yuria peeled her garments away layer by layer. The naked figure revealed beneath was breathtaking, sculpted with the elegance of a masterwork statue, though her cheeks flushed crimson at the indignity of having it exposed.
"I have removed... everything. As commanded..."
"No hiding yourself with your hands."
"...You are the worst."
Slowly, she lowered the arms shielding her torso. As the sight of her perky breasts and delicate slit throbbed with vibrant synthetic life, I felt a hot surge of blood rush straight to my crotch.
"Damn, you're even more gorgeous than before. Lord Dolcetto truly knows a thing or two about art~"
"Master, in case you have forgotten, he did not adjust my body for such crude utility. He did so purely to bring me as close to genuine biological life as possible..."
"Agh, who cares about the original intent? If a part can be used, it should be used to the fullest. Wouldn't it be an utter waste to craft such a stunning body and never put it to proper use?"
"...Improper use of a tool leads to malfunctions and system errors."
Even drenched in embarrassment, Yuria stubbornly maintained her deadpan stance as an instrument. But hearing those robotic words didn't sit well with me.
"Yuria, do you still honestly think of yourself as a mere tool?"
She had gained an ego and physical form comparable to any human. Having had her emotions awakened by my very hands, hearing her define herself as nothing more than a tool felt deeply unconvincing.
"I do. I am nothing more than an implement created to serve my master... Subjecting me to actions outside that intended parameters will only expedite wear and shorten my operational lifespan. I strongly request that you utilize me according to proper specifications."
"...Haha, fair enough. What you think of yourself is your own business."
Step by step, I closed the distance between us. Standing right in front of her, her face was extraordinarily lovely, yet for someone claiming to be an unfeeling tool, the emotions radiating toward me were vivid and unmistakable—resentment, shame... and perhaps that delicate flutter one might call bashfulness toward the opposite sex.
"The thing is, I don't see you as a tool. I see you as a woman."
"What in the world does that... Mmph!"
Her body jerked as our lips met. She squirmed feebly in token resistance, but she couldn't stop my tongue from breaching past her lips. I savored the sweet saliva pooling in her mouth, exploring every corner as our kiss deepened into something thick and sticky.
"...Pha."
When I finally broke the kiss, the ragged, heated breath escaping her lips proved that she, too, was feeling every bit of it.
"The inside of your mouth is so much warmer now. Did the kiss feel good?"
"...It did not. Not at all."
"Still, if your master desires it, you have to accept it as many times as I want, right?"
I leaned forward, offering my lips, and Yuria glared at me in silence. In the end, unable to disobey an order, she pressed her lips to mine, this time tentatively slipping her own tongue across to explore my mouth. It was clumsy yet surprisingly passionate—tinged with apparent disdain, yet driven by an ingrained devotion to please me.
"Pfft... Still pretty clumsy at kissing. We'll definitely have to practice more."
"...I have no desire... to practice such a thing."
"Uh-uh, pleasing your master is your primary duty, isn't it? Are you planning to neglect it?"
"That is... Ah, ahh."
The moment my palms cupped her breasts, a soft gasp escaped her lips. As I fondled the tender mounds and trailed kisses along her neck, she shivered, offering only weak, trembling resistance.
"Haa, ngh... I hate this. Please... don't..."
"Stay still. I'm tasting your body right now."
"Ah, hah... Don't suck on my chest... ahh! ♥"
Slurp, suck. Just drawing her nipples into my mouth sent tremors coursing through her. Latching onto the supple swell like a nursing babe, her body flushed with rising heat, and she clamped a hand over her panting mouth in a desperate bid to muffle her moans.
"Ah, ahh... Haa... ♥"
"You're trembling worse and worse. Is it painful?"
"I hate this sort of thing..."
"Be honest. Does it actually hurt, or is the pleasure just too unfamiliar to handle?"
I laid her down onto the bed, raining kisses and caresses over every inch of her skin. Feeling her body ignite with heat far quicker than before, Yuria buried her face in her arms and let out a broken sob.
"I don't... understand this..."
Unlike her emotionless past, her voice quaked with deep confusion.
"This wasn't... why I was tuned... I was never created for this... Ah, hah! ♥"
Her hips bucked violently the second my hand brushed against her core. As my fingers delved inside and stirred her depths, I leaned down to whisper a question that struck at her vulnerable heart.
"So do you really hate it? After all this effort to transcend being a mere tool and become a true woman?"
"I never... asked for such... Ah, hah! ♥"
"See? The very fact that you 'didn't wish for it' proves you're closer to being a living person than a tool. If you truly saw yourself as an object, you would've claimed none of this mattered."
Squelch, squelch. My fingers worked rhythmically inside, seeking out her sweetest spots. Amidst the wet churning, I felt an obstruction deep within—proof that a brand-new part had been integrated into her frame during the overhaul. Or rather, that what had once been claimed had been restored anew.
"And I'm truly glad you've grown like this. It means the bond between us will only become all the more intimate."
"Haa, ngh, p-please stop! Not there... don't poke there, it's too sensitive... ahh! ♥"
Plap, plap, plap, plap!
"Ah, ohh, ahhh! ♥ N-no, st-stop, it's welling up... it's coming... up, ahhh! ♥♥"
Sploosh!
Her spine arched taut as a fountain of fluid squirted forth. Her eyes hazed over from the devastating shockwave of pleasure, before she collapsed limply onto the mattress, gasping for breath.
"Haa, haah... ♥"
"Haha, that was way more spectacular than before. Just how sensitive did you become to finish like that?"
"M-Master... please... no more... If this continues, something terrible will happen to me... It feels like... like I won't be myself anymore... ♥"
Was it because these heightened sensations were dragging her into uncharted territory? The trembling tone slipping from her lips betrayed an emotion I recognized instantly. Yes—fear. The primordial dread of the unknown, terror that she might truly transform into something entirely different.
"There's nothing strange about it. It's a completely natural reaction for a woman."
But fear was merely a hurdle of the first step. I wanted her to be a woman, and from now on, she would be held in my arms as one.
"I am... a tool... This... is all wrong... Ah, ahh! ♥"
Parting her thighs, I rubbed my shaft against the wet slit between them, drawing an involuntary squeal from her mouth. She had experienced this many times before, yet even with those memories intact, the brand-new sensations made it feel utterly unprecedented.
"Haa, ngh... If you... put it in... it will be dangerous..."
Staring down at it with wavering eyes, tears welled in Yuria's trembling gaze. A dark ember of sadism stirred deep within my chest. Ah, yes. She could finally make an expression like this. She could finally comprehend emotionally that she was losing something, shedding her old self to be reborn anew.
"Don't worry, Yuria."
This was an occasion worthy of celebration. In place of a toast, I pressed the tip into her secret fold, driving my hips forward with deliberate weight.
"No matter what you become, I'll always cherish you as a woman."
Schluck, squelch.
My length pushed past her tight entrance, sinking inward. Slowly, yet inexorably. The momentary resistance halting my progress was none other than the newly formed barrier blocking the threshold. A hymen—the pristine emblem of maidenhood granted by her newly minted flesh.
Rip, squelch!
Tearing straight through the barrier without hesitation, I breached her innermost depth. Clearly feeling the tear of tender membrane, Yuria screwed her eyes shut, gasping raggedly for air.
"Ngh, ah... It's... coming in... ♥"
Drip, trickle.
"Ah, ah... aahh... ♥"
Blood mingled with arousal trickled from her crease. Seeing that fresh, not-entirely-painful proof of deflowering, a supreme rush of conquest washed over me, and I whispered to the trembling girl beneath me.
"Take a good look, Yuria. This is the proof that you've truly become a woman."
The weight of those words would surely carry a unique gravity for her now. For in both sensation and emotion, she had stepped infinitely closer to humanity than the mere tool she had once been.