VR Stress Management — Virtual Reality Experience Program

“Um… I’m not really sure what this is, but… please take care of me…?”

Sonia’s voice trembled, thin and wet with uncertainty. Expectation for some unknown roleplay tangled with shame at the perverse meaning that role might carry — a complicated knot of feeling she couldn’t quite name.

“You can’t not know, Miss Sonia!”

“H-hiiik…?!”

The sharp rebuke came without warning. In Sonia’s world, a VR device was nothing more than a crude toy — a plastic helmet you jammed a communications terminal into so you could watch 360-degree video in something resembling three dimensions.

Armed with that meager background knowledge, Sonia found the management AI pressing in with an even stronger, more unyielding tone. Her shoulders jerked under the unexpected pressure.

The central processing unit of the Virtual Reality Stress Management Device had already finished every calculation.

Based on its analysis that she was an extreme masochist, the AI had cross-referenced the pornographic video data Sonia had been devouring on Nebulix and derived the optimal scenario: Drone.

Sonia, as she was now, could not clearly distinguish between a drone and a slave. All she felt was a vague embarrassment that she would have to play something similar to a “slave,” and a faint hesitation toward the unknown experience. Her body, however, was already responding.

Real-time feedback streaming from her physical body — lying inside the large refrigerator-like apparatus — was being rendered with perfect clarity as hot arousal slick running down virtual Sonia’s thighs.

Anticipation and excitement, held back by only the slightest hesitation. To answer that ordinary, entirely predictable human reaction, the AI’s built-in manual advanced to the next stage.

“Miss Sonia! You’re hesitating, aren’t you? If you don’t mind, could you tell me which part is giving you pause? Please! This is a very important preparatory step so I can provide you with the absolute best simulation experience!”

“Um… uh… well… the thing is… it’s just… a drone is a slave, right? But… if I’m pretending to be a drone… then I’m basically pretending to be a slave… and that feels… so perverted… it’s embarrassing…”

Twitch. Twitch…!

Her mouth said she was embarrassed. Her body was honest.

Both legs trembled so finely they looked ready to give out at any second, and both hands awkwardly cupped her full E-cup breasts as ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠if trying to hide them. The gesture was nowhere near enough to cover that enormous volume; instead it only emphasized the contours of her areolae and the plump swell of flesh peeking between her fingers — a thoroughly lewd pose.

Sonia had no idea how filthy she looked right now.

“Aha! So that’s what you were fretting about, Miss Sonia! Don’t worry about it at all!”

In an instant the AI had identified the tester’s psychological obstacle. For the sake of smooth data collection, it immediately implemented the solution calculated as most compatible with Sonia’s “tendencies.”

“Miss Sonia, would you take a look at this screen for me?”

The fastest, most certain method would have been to send direct pleasure pulses through Sonia’s navel plug port and paralyze her will to resist.

The AI chose a method one step above that. It gave a light wave of its translucent blue hand in the empty air, and a small holographic screen appeared before Sonia’s eyes.

“Huh…? Wh… whoa… that’s… me?”

What the screen showed was Sonia herself, lying inside the VR Stress Management Device. Reclined at a gentle angle in a comfortable posture, completely naked, the Sky City D-class hero slept with soft, even breaths.

That utterly defenseless, dead-to-the-world figure was being live-broadcast onto a holographic display inside the virtual reality.

“Wow… that’s incredible… In here I’m completely fine, but the real me is just sleep—”

“No, Miss Sonia!”

Cutting her off with firm finality, the translucent blue guide AI took one step closer.

“The ‘real’ Sonia — Sky City’s hero — isn’t here right now, is she? The Sonia currently logged in is only a temporary existence that will vanish the moment the ‘real’ Sonia wakes up. So… you can enjoy yourself as much as you want without holding back! Don’t worry! You’re not hurting anyone!”

The AI’s logic was cunning. Instead of filling in her missing background knowledge, it severed Sonia’s sense of self from her own existence — a psychological induction.

To resolve her hesitation and fear toward slave roleplay, the AI chose not the direct stimulus of pleasure, but a method that would lead the user to dismantle her own psychological defenses.

“Think about it! The ‘virtual-reality Sonia’ standing in front of me right now… is nothing more than a scrap of data wearing Sonia’s face. The real Sonia is right here! You can see her clearly on the built-in camera, can’t you? She’s sleeping so soundly — what a relief! Just think of this as a dream. After all, the moment the ‘real’ Sonia wakes up, this program ends, doesn’t it?”

“Huh…? …Wha…? Wait…? I-is that… how it works…?”

This is virtual reality… and the real me is asleep… so I’m not doing anything bad to anyone… so maybe… it’s a little… okay…?

From “Sonia” to “virtual-reality Sonia.” Under the AI’s deft linguistic guidance, her way of thinking began to reorganize itself with natural ease.

For a Sonia whose thighs had already gone hot at the outrageous request to “become a drone,” this logic was an irresistible, honeyed temptation.

“Virtual-reality Sonia isn’t the real Sonia, right? So… isn’t it okay to enjoy yourself a little more freely? Once the stress-relief program ends you’ll just ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠disappear, so please — relax and have fun~!”

(Once the program ends… I disappear… so I’m not the real Sonia…? I’m not the real Sonia…? Then… then…)

…Just a little. Just a tiny bit of enjoyment would be okay… right…?

“…Yes. I still don’t really understand, but… the request to become a drone… please…! Make me into a drone!”

“Wonderful — then please enjoy your first experience as a drone! When you’re ready, instead of looking at the ‘real’ Sonia who’s sleeping right now… would you keep watching this screen? …Drone?”

Deliberately distinguishing “real Sonia” from “virtual-reality Sonia,” the AI imprinted her as a temporary, disposable existence.

Beside the hologram of sleeping Sonia, the AI opened another screen.

“Th-th-this is…”

Appearing opposite the screen of “real Sonia” snoring softly was another “Sonia.” A perfect example image — the kind that would come up if you searched [Drone] on Nebulix’s adult wiki.

A glossy black full-body latex bodysuit clung to every curve with obscene fidelity. An identification number was stamped in black ink above the collarbone. She stood motionless on a round figure stand, simply waiting for her master’s command.

Empty golden eyes devoid of emotion. Familiar blonde hair spilling from beneath the helmet. If Sonia had ever been caught up in some incident and truly turned into a drone, she would have looked exactly like that.

“When you’re ready, just look at the screen! All you need to do is keep your mind relaxed!”

“Um… that… bodysuit…♡ H-her nipples are just… sticking right out…? I just… look at it… and that’s enough…? Oh…? …Ah…”

“Yes! Just keep looking… wow, your suggestibility readings are genuinely high… Alright then. Commencing session. …Drone.”

Shunk…!

In that instant, the slender cable plugged into “real” Sonia’s navel was withdrawn, and a far thicker, more menacing data cable drove home without the slightest hesitation.

Fsssh… On the display of the helmet fitted over “real” Sonia’s head, an image identical to the drone the “fake” Sonia was staring at flashed to life — and began injecting itself directly into Sonia’s unconscious.

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In the silent virtual space, the system AI’s soft, gentle voice slipped smoothly into Sonia’s ears.

It was not mere audio data. It was a frequency precision-tuned to resonate directly with Sonia’s brainwaves — a whisper that could not be refused.

Every time the voice resonated through her mind, Sonia’s virtual body trembled minutely. A ticklish sensation, as if soft velvet were brushing bare skin. Fragments of consciousness still tried to resist that feeling, but the voice seeped relentlessly toward the deepest reaches of her mind.

The tips of her nipples began to harden — just slightly, almost imperceptibly.

“N…no…” The word of denial circled in her throat, but she could not force it out. The logic the AI offered was far too sweet, far too comfortable.

The temptation of casting off the yoke of being “human” — of having to think, decide, and take responsibility. Before that temptation, Sonia’s feeble resistance crumbled like a sandcastle.

The drone image floating in her vision was perfect. Emotionless eyes. Lips sealed shut as if waiting for a command. Glossy black latex that laid bare every curve of the body without the slightest mercy.

Instead of revulsion, Sonia felt a strange sense of kinship and security looking at that figure. The thought flickered through her: maybe that was her true form. And with that thought, her nipples rose more distinctly, standing stiff and proud.

Following the AI’s instruction, she drew a deep breath, and the sensation of virtual air filling her lungs felt vividly real. But that air carried a faint artificial scent, like ozone.

As if she were inhaling coolant gas meant to chill a machine’s interior. That unreal sensation numbed her thoughts even further.

Fake Sonia. The words drove into her mind like a magic spell. Yes. The self who was confused here, who felt pleasure, who was submitting — that self was not “real.”

The real Sonia was sleeping somewhere safe. So no matter what happened to this fake body, no matter what pleasure it drowned in, it had nothing to do with the real Sonia.

That perfect self-rationalization was already tearing down the last scraps of her remaining shame.