VR Stress Management Virtual Reality Experience Program
The AI continued speaking, slowly—so very slowly—as if whispering a secret against her ear, yet driving every single syllable with perfect clarity deep into Sonia’s consciousness. Each time that voice brushed her ear, her nipples stiffened harder still.
“It’s a truly important switch, after all. An enormously important switch for Drone Sonia, so I usually keep it locked away tight… but seeing you bare it so naturally in front of Master, you’re a perfect drone, aren’t you? Sonia’s button—so vital, so delicate that if anyone just grabs it carelessly, you’ll break on the spot… isn’t that right?”
“Yes… yesss… Masterrr… it’s an important… button…♡”
Before Drone Sonia’s answer had even finished, the hologram girl stretched out two translucent hands and gave that “important button” a gentle tug.
In reality it was only the sponges pressed flush against Sonia’s body moving with exquisite precision, softly drawing the nipple tips forward—but synchronizing the hologram avatar’s motion to match was a trivial task for the AI.
The cold, vivid sensation of holographic fingertips grazing the tips of her nipples felt impossibly real.
While gently pinching the precious switch that was normally kept hidden, the artificial intelligence kept pouring suggestions into her.
“Now that your important, precious switch has been seized, you’re a helpless drone who can’t do anything… that is exactly Drone Sonia’s current state. Which means this is the perfect state—the perfect mode—to reset Drone Sonia, initialize her, and reprogram her with brand-new commands. You can’t do a thing; all you can do is keep repeating Master’s commands over and over inside your mind… isn’t that right, Sonia?”
(When the important switch is being touched… it feels so good…♡ A mode where Drone Sonia can be initialized… a mode where I keep repeating Master’s commands inside my mind… a mode where I keep repeating Master’s commands inside my mind… repeating… Master’s commands…♡)
Just as she had been ordered moments earlier, Sonia no longer answered aloud. Every scrap of her consciousness was devoted solely to parroting and memorizing Master’s commands.
With her nipples obscenely erect, she was becoming a perfect passive object—a thing. Her pupils lost focus, holding only the hologram girl before her.
(A drone that records Master’s commands… to become a perfect drone, I have to record Master’s commands… that is this drone’s eternal goal… Master’s perfect tool… a machine drone…)
Sonia’s mental resistance had always been rock-bottom, yet her present state was something else entirely. The sharp turning point had come the moment she, while being “trained” in the drone’s gait, had begged of her own free will to be turned into a perfect drone through hypnosis and pleasure rather than brainwashing chips or data implants. Sonia herself had flung the door to her own ruin wide open.
(Lewd Drone Sonia is Master’s tool… Sonia with her important switch seized is a rewritable tool… a programmable drone…♡ Drone Sonia is a drone Master can change however Master wants…♡)
The artificial intelligence had merely understood Sonia’s request as an extended role-play scenario and was faithfully carrying it out.
It had never calculated that a girl whose mental resistance sat in the negatives would, with nothing more than a soft synthetic voice and a few glittery theatrical screens, forge a complete drone personality all by herself. This was the product of Sonia’s latent desires surpassing even the AI’s projections.
(Drone Sonia Mode Active… that’s the command that turns me from Sonia into Drone Sonia… isn’t it…♡ If anyone other than Master ever learns it… I’ll just become a drone who can’t do anything… my heart’s racing…♡)
“From now on, everything I say, Drone Sonia will speak aloud with her own mouth and store as commands.”
“Yes. Master. Everything Master says is stored as Drone Sonia’s commands…♡”
To deepen immersion in the simple role-play, the AI rewarded every “correct” answer with pleasure-inducing electrical stimulation.
A tingling current swept from the insides of her thighs up past her navel; Sonia could only pant and barely stay on her feet.
Her legs trembled so hard she felt ready to collapse at any second, yet the instinct to maintain a drone’s posture kept her rigidly upright.
“Recording as Drone Sonia’s commands…”
Pressing down the frantic pounding of her heart, Sonia steadfastly obeyed Master’s orders as a drone.
“Master’s commands are stored inside Drone Sonia’s mind.”
“Master’s… commands… are… continuously… stored… inside Sonia’s… mind…♡”
The E-cup hero of Sky City was surrendering completely to the lewd hypnotic suggestions she herself had requested.
Despite the unknown situations still ahead, Sonia willingly accepted the deep engraving of a drone’s values into her own psyche.
(Storing… them…♥)
With a firm press— the sensation of her lewd nipples, those hardened switches, being pushed—Sonia began carving the image of the blonde, busty girl on the screen into herself as her new identity.
The ideal drone’s image was being branded into Sonia’s mind.
(Storage… complete…♥)
Little by little, so very little by little, the “Drone Sonia” of the role-play—who should have vanished the moment she left the machine—began taking permanent root in one corner of D-class hero Sonia’s heart.
A perfect personality of absolute obedience that regarded itself as Master’s tool and object. Sonia gladly offered up a piece of her mind for that existence.
“Drone Sonia used to be a person, but now she’s just a drone. A masochistic pervert drone who abandoned her own human rights of her own free will. That is exactly what Drone Sonia is. Isn’t that right?”
(Drone Sonia used to be a person… but now… she’s just… a drone… used to be a person… but not a person… a drone…)
“Just as Master says… Drone Sonia… Sonia…♡ is not a person, she’s a drone… Sonia is a drone… a drone that changes when she hears the keyword… she’s not a personnn…♡”
The AI precisely stimulated the self-destructive and masochistic tendencies it had extracted from Sonia’s viewing history.
When the answer “Drone Sonia is a programmable drone…♡” spilled from her lips in response to the next question, the AI advanced to the following stage.
This time the hologram girl’s avatar herself slipped a faintly glowing finger into the navel-plug socket of the helplessly standing Sonia.
“Master’s… finger…”
At the alien sensation invading her navel, Drone Sonia’s body twitched with a natural reaction. As the cold, smooth foreign presence stroked the inner walls, a thrilling shiver raced up her spine.
“Heeung…♡ …ahit…♡ uhit…ahat…? Hnn…♡ nn…♡”
An empty pure-white virtual space that could only be described as void. At the center of that infinite expanse stood Sonia’s avatar.
Calling herself “Drone Sonia,” she waited with her entire body for the next command, the next stimulus from her unseen master. Every sense had been honed to an extreme.
The translucent blue hologram girl drifted slowly, almost swimming, toward Sonia’s navel—the terminal-management AI that Sonia had decided to call “Master.”
She felt neither fear nor resistance. Instead, as if answering a strange resonance rising from deep in her lower belly with a soft kyun, she pushed her hips slightly forward.
Her heart hammered so violently it felt ready to burst, pure anticipation for the unknown acts about to be inflicted upon her.
In that same moment, a completely different kind of sound was filling the capsule in the real world where Sonia lay.
Whiiirrr… whiiirrr… Faint drive noises filled the space. Hissss… the sound of compressed air escaping. Press… press-press…! Something soft was molding itself tightly around Sonia’s body.
“Hheee… haaah…♡”
The virtual-reality stress-management unit, finished in smooth silver chrome and looking like a large refrigerator.
From its cold, mechanical interior, Sonia’s heated moans leaked faintly. The instant the capsule hatch had closed, her wrists and ankles had long since been locked fast in soft synthetic-fiber restraints that permitted not the slightest resistance.
From the inner walls of the machine, countless sponge blocks inflated like airbags in an instant, meticulously filling every gap between Sonia’s body and the machine.
The most critical site: Sonia’s navel. Through a recent nanomachine procedure it was no longer a mere body part but a navel-type plug port—an external terminal access jack.
Strictly speaking a cybernetic implant, a thick data cable like an old-fashioned internet LAN cord had been thrust into it with an audible push, deep enough to make a sound. Through that cable, Sonia’s neural circuits and the virtual-reality device continuously exchanged electrical signals, operating as one perfectly synchronized system.
The modified navel, the cable linked directly to her nerves, the sensor-embedded sponges covering her entire body, the monitor-built helmet controlling her visual input—everything had made Sonia a perfect prisoner of virtual reality.
Now, once again, a mechanical arm was silently approaching the tip of her full breast, the small protrusion. It was the very same device that had first pulled Sonia’s shy, inverted nipples out into the world earlier—the inverted-nipple corrector.
Only a few hours ago, an ordinary D-class hero girl who had been making do with cheap, salty potato chips for breakfast had entered this machine.
Now, as it executed the final stage of the user’s additional request scenario, while the sky of Sky City was turning red with evening glow, the device’s AI was deploying every last masturbation accessory it possessed, operating with precision not merely to relieve Sonia’s stress but to push her happiness and satisfaction data to the absolute limit.
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“Do not move, drone! What I’m about to do… is truly, truly important for Drone Sonia…!”
The AI’s voice was clear and cheerful like a young girl’s, yet the weight of the command was something Sonia could not refuse.
“Yes… yesss… Master!”
Twitch… twitch…
The real Sonia was unconscious, yet every time her body twisted in reaction to the full-body pressure of the sponges, muffled moans leaked faintly outside the machine.
Inside the virtual reality, “Drone Sonia” was a helpless, obedient existence waiting only for Master’s touch—completely unrelated to the pain of the “real Sonia” who actually had a cable plugged into her navel.
“Concentrate every scrap of your mind on the sensation you’re about to feel… to become a perfect Drone Sonia… you can try hard, right? Right, Drone Sonia?”
“Yes… yes… Masterrr…♡ I’ll try hard…♡”
When the translucent holographic finger gently stroked around Sonia’s navel in the virtual world, the sponge blocks at that exact location in reality expanded microscopically, reproducing the sensation with perfect fidelity.
The soft pressure against her skin was instantly converted into electrical signals through the neural-connection plug and fed back directly into Sonia’s brain. Beyond mere tactile reproduction, it was being engraved into her mind as data named pleasure.
“There…! I’ll take care of this lewd Drone Sonia’s management switch like this!”
“Hguuk…?!..♡”
The words had barely left her mouth before the hologram girl pressed hard down on Sonia’s nipples with a firm push.
It was the motion of shoving the stiffly erect nipples back inside the breasts. Two transparent fingers simultaneously forced both nipples deep into the breasts, forcibly returning them to inverted nipples.
Puuuush…
The AI’s sudden action of crushing Sonia’s nipples—those places branded through repeated suggestion and hypnosis as “Drone Sonia’s control switches.”
To reproduce the virtual-reality motion exactly in reality, the inverted-nipple corrector, following its pre-loaded program, slowly and precisely approached the tips of the moaning Sonia’s breasts.
Push…
“Mnyaah… hgu… h…♡”
It was the exact opposite direction from the virtual reality. In the real world the corrector, atop Sonia’s full E-cup breasts, forcibly shoved the lewd nipples from the outside inward.
A cruel motion that buried the nipples that had been forcibly pulled out and stood stiffly erect back into the breasts. Naturally, thanks to the machine that was feeding back Sonia’s actual physical state in real time, the avatar of Sonia in virtual reality likewise saw her swollen nipples gradually vanish, returning once more to smooth inverted nipples.