VR Stress Management — Virtual Reality Experience Program
“Looks like everything’s ready. From this moment on, I’ll re-educate you thoroughly from start to finish, so follow along with everything you’ve got. Right now I’m not just a guide AI—I’m Drone Sonia’s administrator and Master. So answer me like a proper drone, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. …Understood, drone?”
When Sonia’s mind cleared, the place that filled her vision was nothing like the empty void she had occupied before.
A small room painted pure white on every surface. Shadows now lay sharp and distinct across the floor where none had existed, and a firmly shut door stood at the far end. A fixed map had clearly finished loading.
Of course, the posture she had held the instant before blacking out remained unchanged. She was still on her knees, face pressed to the floor—though the holographic AI girl’s foot that had been planted on her golden hair was gone.
Every change inflicted on her real body fed back instantly into her virtual-reality avatar.
Naturally, Sonia’s breasts had also shifted into an inverted-nipple state, yet the way she lay face-down made it impossible to confirm the alien sensation with her own eyes. Instead, the moment the symbolic weight pressing on her head vanished, the words drilled into her during training spilled from her lips on pure reflex.
“…Thank you. Master… hnn…♡ Please re-educate this inadequate Drone Sonia…♡ I beg you… Master…”
Without being ordered, Sonia drove her head even deeper into the floor. The feel of her golden hair scattering wildly across the tiles and clinging to her cheeks summoned an unbearable humiliation—and a pleasure far greater than that humiliation.
She was certain her breasts were pressed firmly against the floor, yet strangely she felt no coldness there. The only chill she registered came not from her nipples but from the areolae surrounding them. Before she could even process that bizarre difference in sensation, the next command descended upon Drone Sonia.
> User: Sonia. Tester account verification complete.
> Executing stress management procedure: ‘Masturbation Assistance Program’.
> No biological rejection response detected for connected auxiliary devices. Continuing program.
“Stand up, drone.”
The cold voice settled over Sonia’s shattered consciousness. That voice carried a physical force that lifted her straight up from the floor.
“Just as you specially requested, I will make you experience every single thing a drone must endure—one by one, from the very beginning to the end. Follow carefully. Should any problem arise, simply shout ‘Stop!’ and remember that clearly. Drone Sonia. Answer if you understand.”
“Ah… Understood…!”
A reflexive, obedient reply burst from Sonia’s mouth.
The Megacorp Hero Association to which Sonia belonged was a fledgling organization in Sky City. It lacked fame, yet through exclusive contracts with small-to-medium enterprises that possessed cutting-edge technology it had carefully cultivated a high-tech image.
This silver-chrome VR experience unit was the latest stress-management device supplied by one of those partner companies.
Had that corporation in truth been a front for villains who had cleverly infiltrated Sky City, the entire procedure would have been the process of remaking Sonia into a loyal, brainwashed combatant with an E-cup bust.
A perfect drone clad in a black latex bodysuit—that was how a brainwashed combatant would have been born…
Unfortunately for any such scheme, the company poured every ounce of its technical prowess solely into users’ mental health and personalized stress relief. It was an utterly honest firm.
That was why the AI kindly explained the safety device that could halt a program session at any time—the magic word [Stop!]. It even added the supplementary note that the word “stop” mixed casually into a sentence would not be recognized; only a clear, two-syllable pronunciation would freeze the system.
To Sonia right now, that safety device meant nothing. Simply lying naked on the cold floor of the pure-white virtual room and looking up at the girl-shaped AI who was her Master made her lower abdomen throb strangely and her heart pound beyond control.
The AI casually planted one small bare foot on Sonia’s golden hair and looked down at her.
“I’ve finished explaining the safety word… Didn’t I already tell you? I said I would thoroughly re-educate this sloppy, lewd, defective drone who feels no shame even while completely naked like this.”
“…Yet this drone truly seems critically under-educated. As administrator and Master, the attitude you show while I try to teach you everything a drone must learn… Well, at least your hair is soft.”
With the words came a firm press. The blue holographic girl’s bare foot ground Sonia’s hair—beautifully scattered across the white floor tiles—as if crushing an insect.
“…Where did your answer go, drone?”
(My hair is… being stepped on… so why… why does my chest keep pounding so strangely…)
Despite the humiliating situation, Sonia’s body answered with brutal honesty. Her heart rate spiked; the space between her thighs began to grow slick with fresh juices once more.
“Ah… Understood, Master! Please re-educate this inadequate Drone Sonia into a proper drone again… thoroughly… one by one… like a real drone…♡”
The instant the word Master left her lips, Sonia trembled with a thrilling sense of transgression. She had never felt aversion toward machines.
The fact that she had calmly agreed to have her navel remodeled into a neural-connection plug socket was proof enough.
Yet begging an AI that was nothing more than a scrap of data to train her while she lay naked on the floor was an entirely different dimension of problem.
“From now on you will address me as Master, you incompetent drone. Don’t worry. If Sonia had been so hopelessly defective that she could never be fixed, I wouldn’t even have bothered… (scrunch) to step on your hair like this. If you understand, stand up straight!”
“Yes… Yeheh… Master…♡”
The pleasant pressure crushing her hair vanished, and Sonia slowly rose in obedience to her Master’s command.
Perhaps this was the signal flare that would awaken the masochistic desire long sleeping deep inside her.
“Uh… uhh… wha…?”
The moment she stood upright as ordered, Sonia immediately noticed the bizarre change that had overtaken her body.
A subtle, constricting tightness around her chest. When her lewdly heated gaze dropped to confirm her own ample E-cup breasts, her eyes flooded with shock.
(In… inverted nipples… inverted nipples…?!)
The nipples that had always stood proudly erect were gone without a trace. In their place, only the smooth, pink-glowing areolae stood out more prominently than usual.
As if shy, the heads of her nipples had carefully retreated inside the breasts themselves.
(The body-data image I saw when they remodeled me with the navel-type plug was definitely normal… and I’ve never once in my life had inverted nipples…)
“Um… um, Master…?”
Of course Sonia was the sort of deviant who kept bookmarked highlights on Nebulix of a masochistic mechanic girl receiving an oil massage, revealing inverted nipples, and being tormented by fixed nipple rings.
Even so, the fact that her own body had been altered—virtual reality or not—was more than enough to leave her flustered. Just as she was about to ask her Master a careless question—
“That is an order, Drone Sonia. Cease thinking!”
A thunderbolt of a command smashed into Sonia’s brain.
Every attempt to think was forcibly blocked. Her mind emptied into pure white; the complex circuits of thought locked rigid.
All noise in the world vanished, and only her Master’s voice remained as the sole truth reverberating through her skull.
“If a defective unit has arrived, it must first learn the behavioral patterns appropriate to a defective unit. Keep your eyes tightly shut just like that, stop all useless thoughts, and engrave only the words your Master speaks deep into your heart!”
“Ah… Understood, Master! I will stop… thinking… I will stop… thinking…”
The moment she obediently closed her eyes as ordered, her Master’s sigh-laced mutter reached her ears—deliberately loud enough to hear, laced with contempt.
“Haa… Looks like a truly enormous defective unit has come in… Drone Sonia… The name Drone Sonia is far too good for this incompetent drone… From now on I’ll just call you a nameless drone.”
“A drone that knows absolutely nothing—how could it possibly receive a name? From this moment, refer to yourself as Drone 01. Drone 01. Understood, drone? If you do well, I might give you a name again… you lewd busty drone.”
(Not even Drone Sonia anymore… just a drone… a number… Drone 01… a lewd… busty drone…)
Press… press-press…
The instant Sonia reeled in confusion over her new designation, the real-world VR apparatus began to move. The contractile sponge enveloping her body applied pressure toward the navel plug port, flooding her with intense pleasure signals. At the same time a portion of the sponge lifted her arms and systematically massaged the sensitive areas beneath her armpits and the undersides of her breasts.
Under that stimulation her breasts hardened with arousal. The nipples that should have jutted stiffly outward remained rolled inward, only faintly twitching inside the areolae as they grew rock-hard. The contradictory sensation of wanting to thrust free yet being physically restrained drove Sonia wild.
“…Hyaah…?! …Ahah… nnh…♡ Ah… Understood…♡ This Drone 01 who doesn’t even deserve a name… please teach me again… I’ll work hard so I can receive a name… nnh…♡”
(Answering Master… feels so good…♡ If I speak a little longer… a little more detailed… haah…♡)
Once Sonia’s hesitation vanished and a perfect answer of submission emerged, the AI judged it a positive signal. The system, analyzing that resistance to the drone role had collapsed, sent an even more intense reward pulse through Sonia’s navel plug. It was the process of engraving the formula submission equals pleasure directly into her body.