VR Stress Management: Virtual Reality Experience Program
"Uh... m-my... my nipples... are my switch... Master...?"
"Isn't that obvious, drone? 'If someone grabs your nipples, of course you can't do anything.' Drone Sonia's control switch is these filthy nipples of yours. An obscene drone who 'goes completely helpless the moment her nipples are pinched and held.' That's exactly what Drone Sonia is... isn't it?"
The AI clapped its translucent palms together twice — pat, pat — and two kinds of stickers materialized in midair as holograms. Nipple patches meant to be applied directly to the skin.
One was a soft pink heart-shaped sticker that looked as if it would squish like jelly at a touch. The other was a thick, glossy black heart design that gleamed as though it had been given a high-shine coating.
The instant she saw them, Sonia's face flushed a deep, bursting red.
They were exactly the stickers that brainwashed slaves and corrupted magical girls wore in video media — stickers that meant something far lewder than mere nakedness. Objects that covered one's most intimate places while, paradoxically, drawing even more attention to them.
"Um... Master... those are...?"
"Hmm... you're overthinking this. Drone Sonia Mode Active."
"...Eehk...?! ...Ah?! ...Drone Sonia...? ...I am... Drone Soniaaa...♡"
The moment the words reached her, something in Sonia's mind clicked — a sharp, pressing sensation, as if a switch had been flipped.
Her rational thought circuits were forcibly cut off, and pure, obedient craving flooded into the empty space they left behind.
In the real world, Sonia was still asleep, sticky love juices trailing down the insides of her thighs — but in virtual reality, she had switched over into perfect drone mode.
(Drone... Drone Sonia Mode... when you hear something like that... pretending to be a drone is just common sense, right...? If someone grabs my nipples I can't do anything... my nipples... but right now they're inverted... wait... no way... ah... just imagining it made me twitch...♡)
Obscene Drone Sonia, who became helpless the moment her nipples were seized. And so that such a drone would not leave her switches exposed for anyone to grab at will — nipple stickers, to cover her inverted nipples and keep other people from casually touching them. Nipple patches.
(Master's... a reward Master is giving to filthy Drone Sonia... that's what this is...♡)
"Aaah... ah... thank you so much... Master...♡"
There was not a single reason to hesitate.
The glossy, high-shine black-coated heart-shaped nipple stickers. Just looking at them was enough to make Sonia's body respond with total honesty.
Completely aroused by the sight of those gleaming black heart nipple stickers — objects that could never, under any circumstances, be mistaken for medical supplies meant for treatment — Drone Sonia naturally thrust her inverted breasts forward toward her Master with proud, eager force.
As Drone Sonia, it was the only natural thing to do.
She pushed her chest out as far as it would go, trying in vain to calm the heart that was pounding fit to burst.
Thump-thump... the beat of her chest spread through her entire body. Soon the sticky adhesive surface of those stickers would press snug against the tips of her nipples, against her sensitive areolae.
Just imagining that sensation made the insides of her thighs itch with need. Softly rubbing those thighs together — already slick with love juices she could not hold back — Sonia waited for Master's judgment with a rapturous expression that seemed to say, I'm so happy...♡
"Drone Sonia! I wasn't even planning to put them on you yet — are you truly that incompetent a drone? I trained you quite clearly, didn't I? Have you already forgotten?"
The rebuke was ice-cold.
"A drone is Master's tool. And yet... a tool asking first for something to be done for it... don't you understand that such a drone is as good as disqualified as a tool? Drone Sonia. That's an order! Lie down on the floor on your back, just like that!"
"H-hiiik...! I-I'm sorry, Master...!"
As if struck by lightning, Sonia cried out in frantic alarm.
"Because I'm an obscene drone who can't do anything once her nipples are grabbed...♡ Because if someone pinches these stiff, erect nipples, I'll follow them no matter who they are — even if they aren't Master — please, protect this filthy drone with nipple stickers... please, I beg you...♡ Just looking at the nipple stickers... I go into heat... I'm an obscene drone... Soniaaa..."
Spilling out masochistic excuses that only drove her further toward ruin, Sonia lay down on her back on the pure white floor of the empty virtual space, staring up at the sky.
There was not a shred of hesitation in her movements. As if she had been trained for a long time, Sonia naturally spread her thighs wide, fully exposing the soft, pale flesh of her inner thighs.
The hologram girl stepped up beside the defenseless Sonia and brought her palm over Sonia's navel plug port — completely exposed, with a faint mechanical sheen to it.
Suu... suuk-suuk...
"Remember the sensation precisely. Drone Sonia."
"Yes... Master..."
As if grooming the fur of a beloved pet, the girl's translucent palm carefully stroked and fondled the area around Sonia's modified navel port.
Just as Sonia's consciousness was about to melt under the sweet, languid sensation, the AI's sharp voice cut deep into her mind.
> I am going to erect your nipples just like this. Drone Sonia.
> Right now, I — your Master — am sending a 'command' to the 'programmable' Drone Sonia, but from now on you will have to erect your nipples on your own, so remember this sensation clearly. That is an order!
"...Yes? What do you me— eehk...?!"
To Sonia's eyes in virtual reality, it simply looked as if the hologram girl had stretched out her hand like a magical girl, and a green ribbon made of binary digits — strings of 010101 — had formed at her fingertips and slipped sook straight into Sonia's chest.
In that instant, the inverted nipples that had been trying to erect while still hiding inward received the 'command' and immediately revealed themselves to the outside world.
Obscene erect nipples standing stiff and proud before her Master. Truly, it was a magical phenomenon that would have been impossible outside of virtual reality.
What was happening in the real world was an extremely mechanical and simple process. While the hologram girl dazzled Sonia with flashy 3D animation effects right before her eyes, inside the real machine apparatus the inverted-nipple correctors slid smoothly back and withdrew.
Then small rotors pressed firmly down onto Sonia's areolae — already gleaming with an impressive sheen of oil — and began to vibrate. It was nothing more than a process designed to coax the nipples into naturally popping out under stimulation.
"H-how... how is this possible...?"
Virtual-reality Sonia had no way of knowing that her real self was still asleep, her areolae being caressed by inverted-nipple correctors and rotors.
To Sonia, it simply felt as if a magical program command had entered her chest, and her nipples had erected exactly as ordered. Truly... really...
(It's real... a tool that moves according to Master's commands... a drone... I've become... Drone Sonia...♡)
"I'm going to keep repeating this, so remember this sensation clearly. Drone Sonia!"
"Yes... y-yes...? Again...? Just like thisss... hoooh...♡ heuut...♡ heuuk...?!"
The green strings of code that so often filled the screens behind programmers in dramas and movies. Programming code enhanced with 3D effects until it looked like a magical girl's energy beam — and every time it slipped sook into the chest of Sonia, who was performing the role of an obscene masochist drone in virtual reality...
—Heuuk... heeung...♡ My nipples went back in again... heuuk... heuguuk... hegaaaah... again... againnn... they went back in... hiiit...!..?! This time they went in even deeper...! heung... heeung...♡
Every time the green 0101 programming-code 3D animation effect shot from the hologram girl's fingers and pierced Sonia's chest, the inverted-nipple correctors worked busily inside the machine to wring sweet cries from the sleeping D-class hero of Sky City.
From the 'obscene drone mode' in which her nipples stood stiffly erect, to the 'programmable mode' she entered the moment they were pinched and held — that was Drone Sonia's weak point.
To hide that weak point back inside her chest, the correctors were fitted in reverse and pushed the nipples inward. Conversely, whenever the green beam passed through Sonia's chest, the correctors were removed and reinserted in the proper direction, pulling the nipples back out of her breasts as if drawing them free.
As a bonus, the sponge between her thighs vibrated even more gently, wiping away the love juices that kept trailing down from Sonia's moaning sex.
"M-my nipples are going in and... coming out on their own... this... this kind of thing... this feels... so good...♡"
Obscene Drone Sonia's sweet voice rang out at the same time through the virtual reality world and inside the machine that resembled a giant refrigerator.
"Drone Sonia. Would you like to stand up?"
"...Yes. Master. Is this how I should do it?"
From the virtual reality floor — so precisely rendered that even the love juices she had spilled were recreated — Sonia slowly rose to her feet as Master ordered.
The composure that had been thoroughly trained into her, only to collapse once, had been reborn through repeated education as the perfect 'Drone Sonia.'
The blonde, large-breasted girl flushed as she began to raise both arms exactly as ordered, so that the parts Master intended to test would be clearly displayed.
Unlike her now-composed voice, after lifting both arms she simply used her right hand to lightly hold the raised left arm, creating a posture that lifted her breasts even higher.
"Master's drone... Obscene Drone Sonia. Ready..."
Instead of a shy young girl, Sonia brazenly and obscenely displayed her massive breasts with their inverted nipples — as 'Obscene Large-Breasted Drone Sonia.'
If it had been 'Sonia,' perhaps not — but for 'Obscene Drone Sonia,' shame had long since been thrown far away under the convenient justification that this was a virtual reality world where no one would be harmed.
"Drone Sonia. Explain it to me. That training just now — teaching Drone Sonia to erect her own nipples and switch them to inverted nipples... I'll check whether you fully understand why that training was necessary."
The AI stood right in front of Sonia's eyes, gazing at the inverted-nipple breasts that sat firm and elastic without sagging, and asked about the purpose of the education. Confirming the results of that education would come after.
—Knock... knock-knock...
"Yes. Master. Obscene Drone Sonia. Reporting."
The 'Sonia' who had blushed and hesitated was long dead. Only 'Drone Sonia' remained — newly programmed and reborn as a shameless, lewd service drone.
Without hypnosis, without any direct brainwashing effect, she had simply taken the AI's metaphorical words and a little erotic stimulation and spun her own hypnotic suggestion circuits, immersing herself completely in the roleplay.
—Knock-knock... Sonia? Sonia, are you in there?
With golden hair cascading to her waist that would have suited a model far better than a hero, and with the voluptuous breasts and hips and smooth underarms befitting a lewd service drone — Sonia raised her hands even higher, as if flaunting a body that was more than enough to captivate anyone who looked.
—Sonyaaa! The lights are all on — are you sleeping in there?
"The method Master taught Obscene Drone Sonia for protecting Drone Sonia's control switches...♡ I, Drone Sonia, am a helpless drone who can't do anything if anyone grabs both of my filthy nipples at once, so I was trained to switch into inverted-nipple mode in order to always wear nipple stickers that will protect my nipple switches... I was also trained so that I can enter erect-nipple mode for heat mode — that is, programming mode — for Master's smooth service... Master...♡"
—Soniaaaa!
"Aha. So from now on, Obscene Drone Sonia can make her nipples stand stiffly erect without even touching them herself, and can also tuck them away as inverted nipples... that's what this means. That's right, isn't it? ...Just a moment... it seems a guest has arrived. Not Drone Sonia — Sonia-nim? What should we do?"
"...Obscene Drone Sonia...♡ Yes...? A guest?"
Into the ears of Drone Sonia, who had been wearing a haughty, lewd expression, a voice from reality began to play.
From that energetic voice alone, Sonia instantly recognized it as Luce — the leader of her party.
Thump-thump — the sound of knocking on the door, then Luce starting to turn away with a muttered 'Is she not home...?' — her footsteps gradually growing more distant.
Whether to leave this apparatus right now and call out to the departing Luce, or to continue the enjoyable program as Obscene Drone Sonia just like this — Sonia had to choose.