Forever My Sex Maid
"Say it with your own mouth! That you'll be my sex maid for the rest of your life!"
"I… I refuse… Never… ever…!"
A Machinaroid destined to become Earth's new humanity could never submit to the unstable organic refuse that was the old human race.
"Become a sex maid… to mere organics…?! I am… a Machinaroid…! The new humanity… that will replace… mankind…!"
"Hmm. You're stubborn. If a typhoon can't strip you bare, then I suppose I go for the sun."
"What does that even—Hyaaaaaaaah~~~?"
Kaisent drove his enlarged cock in to the root, then began to roll his hips in slow, grinding circles, using the head of his shaft to mash and knead her cervical opening and the crushed remains of her artificial womb.
"Press the cervix and stir it around like this and every girl goes crazy for it. I'll make sure you get to enjoy this pleasure too."
"Nnghiiiiiik~~~♡ Hup!? Schlp♡ Schloop♡ Chup♡ Chup-chup♡ Schloooop♡"
Having switched tactics to porchio sex, he leaned his upper body down over Arty—crushed beneath him—and kissed her.
Not the gentle kisses from before. A rough, ravenous devouring, as if he meant to consume her color itself.
"Ahum♡ Ung♡ Uuung♡ Chyup♡ Uuuuuung~~~♡ Aung♡ Uggghng♡ Chyuuuuup♡ Chup♡ Schloop♡ Chup♡ Chup♡ Chup♡ Chup♡ Chuuup♡"
Schlick—-♡ Schlick-schlick♡ Ktsch-tsch-tsch♡ Tsch♡ Tsch-tsch♡
A barrage of kisses that would have left an ordinary person asphyxiated, stacked on top of porchio sex capable of turning any woman who felt pleasure into a sex addict.
Arty's liquid-crystal pupils rolled upward until most of the iris vanished, as if her eyes had flipped back into her skull—pleasure no Machinaroid was ever meant to feel, much less understand.
My tongue is melting♡ The grinding on my cervix keeps shoving pleasure into me without end♡ I was supposed to dispose of all the old humans…♡
Kaisent was the hated enemy who had ruined the Machinaroids' future.
And yet, watching that small body pin her down and kiss her, she could wring out no hatred no matter how hard she tried.
Schluuuuuck~~~~!!
"Khuuuuuuuung~~~~~!"
When he suddenly pressed down hard and drove the porchio deeper, Arty felt every scrap of pleasure she had been accumulating detonate all at once.
Crack! Crackle-crackle! Psssshhhh—-
The device that served as her brain overheated; white smoke began to rise in thin curls from her head.
"~~~~~~!!"
She no longer even had the breath to scream properly, but Kaisent kept devouring her lips, shifting the porchio sex into a full mating-press pace.
Thud! Thud! Crunch! Crrrunch!
Feeling her artificial womb crushed again, Arty truly thought her head would explode—yet a sensation she had never known before began to pour into her.
Shhhk— Shh-shh-shh-shhk—
Kaisent started channeling his inner energy into Arty's circuits.
The overheating pathways cooled; the collapsing systems reorganized themselves; even the smoke rising from her head gradually thinned and died.
I… I'm being rewritten…! My systems… the me that was a Machinaroid… is becoming something else…!
Kaisent's bloodline possessed a technique that could pour inner energy into a machine's precision circuits and semiconductors, redesigning and reinforcing them.
He had never had occasion to use it—until now. Arty was neither so obsolete nor so cutting-edge that she could not be strengthened by his hand.
Nice timing, Skynet.
The moment Skynet entered the dimensional warehouse, it transmitted a complete analysis of every section of Arty's Bio-Devictron that maintenance could not reach—including her black box.
Thanks to that data, Kaisent was able to reinforce her processors across the board.
He had never imagined his power would reach even machine intelligence itself.
With this, she'll feel the pleasure I give her even better!
Having tuned her to receive pleasure perfectly, he slammed his cock into her again with renewed force.
"Arty! Artyyyy!"
"Ook♡ Haaaaaauuuaaaaaah~~~♡♡"
Just as Kaisent had expected, Arty—now far more receptive to pleasure—let her screams melt into sweet, honeyed moans.
"I'll do it♡ I'll become Master's cum-receptacle maid♡♡"
Kaisent's power to bewitch women had already begun to corrupt Arty's systems, planting the desire to serve him as her master.
The centers of her liquid-crystal pupils reshaped into hearts. The legs she had stretched toward the ceiling wrapped around Kaisent's waist as she declared herself his maid.
"Really!? Great! Then as a celebration, I'll give you a load!"
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!
"Oooooooh♡♡ M-my pussy's—aaaaah♡"
"You're not going to treat humanity as the enemy anymore!"
"Yeheh♡ Machines can't beat a human cock♡ Defeat♡ I've been defeated♡"
"The name AT-900 is gone forever! From now on, you're Arty—my personal sex maid!!"
Pssshuuuuk! Gulp— Glooorgh—
"I've been impregnated by a human's semen!!"
"KyahiIiiiiiiiit~~~~♡♡"
As Kaisent's seed flooded her womb and a pleasure unlike any before crashed through her, Arty found herself pulling his body into her arms without thinking.
The small organic creature straddling her and rocking his hips suddenly felt adorable.
Human semen…♡ It's thrashing around so fiercely…♡
This was the happiness human women felt.
Once she accepted pleasure as something good, Kaisent's body heat, the skin-to-skin contact—everything became sweet and blissful.
"Haa… ha… haah……."
She did not need to breathe, yet she could not hold back the moans pleasure wrung from her. Feeling load after load pour into her womb, Arty went limp.
"Haah… hah… hahi… hauu……♡"
"Ngh!"
Pang-pang-pang-pang-pang-pang-pang-pang-pang-pang!!
"Ogooooh? A-again!?"
"It's Arty's fault! For having such a lewd body and seducing me!"
"My belly! My belly! My womb! It's going to burst!!"
"It's fine! I've already confirmed it won't rupture from this much!"
She was nothing like an ordinary human woman, yet even her mechanical qualities held their own charm for Kaisent.
A man who had lived among countless races was not about to feel revulsion toward a woman who was merely a blend of machine and human.
In the end, Arty's belly swelled as if she were carrying triplets of pure semen before she was finally allowed to slip free of Kaisent.
Having finished Arty's education—including how to clean his cock—Kaisent stepped out of the dimensional warehouse.
Naturally he returned to Lillian's tent, body and mood thoroughly refreshed, and was about to head outside to help the other mercenaries.
"…Huh?"
That is, until he checked Fredrick's condition out of habit.
"Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah~~~~!?"
"Kaisent!"
"What is it!?"
Hearing his scream, the mercenaries rushed into the tent with weapons drawn.
They followed the direction the stunned Kaisent was pointing.
"Mmmn……. Why is it so noisy……."
"Huh?"
"Eh?"
"Ah?"
Watching "Fredrick" sit up in a drowsy tangle of hair, they failed to process the visual information for a full beat—then screamed a second later.
"What the hell is that!!"
"It is a curse."
The priest who had survived the Dead Moon examined Fredrick—who had taken Chelbe's final thrashing with his own body—and spoke with absolute certainty.
"I already know it's a curse. What matters is how we lift it."
Beautiful golden hair that shimmered and swayed softly in the light.
Arms and legs slender yet shaped with unmistakably feminine curves.
A chest and hips full and exquisite in contrast to those thin limbs.
A waist so finely sculpted it felt not merely feminine but noble—and from that perfect form came a voice so clear and lovely it seemed to cool the air itself.
An appearance that might as well have been sculpted by the gods' own affection, carrying a magic that kept every man nearby glancing back again and again.
The sole flaw in that flawless body was that the soul inhabiting it belonged to a man.
"The only answer is to break it with holy power stronger than the curse itself."
"So until then I have to live in a woman's body?"
"…Yes."
Fredrick—now a woman beautiful enough to have been made by a god—sighed at the priest's verdict.
Not every curse is the same.
Some can be lifted by acting out the caster's intent, or by returning a stolen object to a tomb. Simply overpowering a curse with holy force is the simplest method—and, depending on the curse's strength, the hardest.
"And there is a far more serious problem."
"More serious than my Prana rank dropping?"
As a side effect of the feminization curse, Fredrick's Prana rank had fallen from Expert all the way to Standard, fourth class.
He (she) did not even want to remember the hardships endured climbing to that former height—and the news that something worse existed began to sink him into despair.
"This curse gradually feminizes the soul each time the victim has sexual intercourse with a man. A feminized soul means the entire value system changes. The beautiful female form itself is a device meant to accelerate the curse."
"Hooo……."
"Your dropped Prana rank is because a male soul has not adapted to a female body. Lift the curse and return to being a man, and your original rank will restore itself. Or become a woman completely, until the soul fully adapts to the female flesh."
"That's not even—! …Forgive me. I lost my composure."
"I understand. You did suddenly become a woman. I simply felt you needed every piece of information about the curse."
"…Thank you."
The priest left one final piece of advice—that only a great temple would be able to break it—then returned to his own mercenary company.
"Haaaaaa……."
Understanding his situation at last, Fredrick let out a long breath, yet the desolation stayed lodged in his chest.
A short while later, Lillian entered the tent, helmet removed. She had been alone with the priest only long enough to confirm the curse—and she had heard every word of the explanation from outside.
"Fredrick."
"Lillian. What do I do? Can I really ever go back to the way I was?"
Fredrick, who had always been Lillian's pillar, was showing weakness for the first time.
The problem was that even that grief-stricken face was so beautiful another woman could not look away.
A face where innocence and sensuality coexisted, framed by golden hair more lovely than Lillian's own—enough to make her jealous.
Even I felt a protective instinct rise without thinking. Get a grip, Lillian. This woman is Fredrick. Fredrick.
Lillian steadied herself and opened her mouth to encourage him.
"Don't worry, Fredrick. We took a lot of spoils this time."
"But if we use those spoils, we could expand the company several times over……."
"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tempted. But I need Fredrick."
"Lillian……."
Fredrick pulled her into his arms in gratitude—she who had chosen him over the chance to grow the mercenary company.
So that curse was a gender-reversal curse. In that case…….
But he did not know.
That the Lillian he was holding was smiling a wicked little smile against his chest.
"For now, we'll explain it as a simple gender-reversal curse. If too many people learn the full details, there's no telling what might happen."
If word got out that sex with men accelerated the feminization, the very men who should stay away would only press harder and cause trouble.
In the end, Fredrick only stepped outside after putting on the helmet Lillian handed him to hide his face.
"Vice-captain. Are you all right?"
"So you turned into a woman? I've only heard about it—could you show us your face just on—gack!"
"You little shit. Anyone else want another look at my face? Huh?"
"Aaagh! Wait! Vice-captain! Sorry! I'm sorryyy!"
Standard, fourth class, was still a rank any noble house would gladly employ.
And though his build had changed, his considerable height remained. Fredrick seized the teasing mercenary by the skull and lifted him one-handed, making his continued strength plain.
"A brief incident. Nothing has changed—get back to work!"
Inside the tent he had shown weakness; the moment he stepped outside he seized control of the mercenaries and snuffed out the disorder before it could spread.
Long years as a mercenary had taught him that with this crowd, you had to come on strong.
"Whoa, holy shit, look at that body."
"Those rough men's clothes somehow make it even hotter."
But a figure the gods themselves might have shaped to seduce men was beyond his power to silence. The mercenaries' muttered backtalk was something he simply had to endure.
"Fredrick……."
A short while later, Kaisent approached the Fredrick who had just reasserted command.
"I'm sorry… because of me……."
"…It's fine. Who could have guessed a man cut in half would come back to life."
He accepted Kaisent's apology in a cool, businesslike tone and moved on to his duties as vice-captain.
There was another reason for that reaction, though.
Wh-wh-wh-what is this? Looking at Kaisent makes my heart pound like crazy.
And the way the boy looked up at him, full of apology, was so cute and lovable he wanted to scoop him into a hug on the spot.
Keeping a poker face while quieting that hammering heart and treating him with cold formality was the best Fredrick could manage.
But Kaisent, having received forgiveness, watched Fredrick's departing back with a strange light in his eyes.
I need to talk this over with Lillian.
Wanting to confirm whether she was thinking the same thing he was, he first set about cleaning up after the mercenaries who had been left exhausted by the Dead Moon.