BAD ENDING 002: OL Drone Sonia 2
Let us rewind time a little — to before that incident took place.
"…Um, Doctor? There's something I've been wondering about. Do you have a moment?"
"Hey! Hey, hey! If you're curious about something, go learn it at the Academy! That's not why I hired you. In an age when jobs are hard enough to come by, I pull you into a rare technical position, and you — aaagh! Look how slow you are again! This is exactly why magical-girl brats are useless!"
Complaints poured from Doctor Yuri's mouth like a broken dam. Only the glow of the monitors lit the cluttered workshop, and the air was thick with the mingled smells of cheap energy drinks and cold instant food.
"Protecting the city, my ass! At least heroes show results — they loot the villains' back pockets for what they can get. Those girls just go around chirping Wager Wipl~ I'll ask you in sky blue~♡ while they smash the city to pieces like a skewer of chicken hearts. How is any equipment supposed to survive that? Honestly… they're not magical girls — they're flying bomb pigeons."
"Wow… Doctor, that impression just now was really exact— koff… koff… koff… I'm sorry… Doctor Yuri…"
The pint-sized doctor had just delivered a perfect vocal impression of a magical girl battling the forces of evil — so perfect that even the original would have believed it.
To describe Doctor Yuri's appearance: take the AI-girl avatar from the stress-management VR device that Sonia — Sky City's ordinary D-class hero with her E-cup bust — was currently testing, add one spoonful of fussiness, one spoonful of pure annoyance, paint heavy dark circles under the eyes, and slap on a pair of glasses. The white lab coat that came with the title of "Doctor" was a free bonus.
This was an office in one of Sky City's corporate parks, where small and mid-sized companies clustered together. It was the workplace of the petite girl everyone called "Doctor" — Doctor Yuri.
With her small, slender frame, her glasses, and the way her hands vanished completely inside the sleeves of a white lab coat several sizes too large, she looked for all the world like the genius-scientist character who supports the heroines from behind the scenes in a magical-girl series.
The dark circles that had soaked deep into the skin around her eyes — the kind that said she hadn't slept properly in days — were living proof that Doctor Yuri was a solitary scientist burning through every waking hour.
Doctor Yuri had graduated at the top of her technical academy. She had washed out of the minimum physical requirements for becoming an adventurer or a support-type or intelligence-type hero, and then washed out a second time because of a natural laziness that, while not quite on Sonia's level, was still thoroughly her own.
In the end she had spent years grinding away at a major corporation, scraped every coin she could, taken out loans, and founded a tiny company of her own.
There had even been a crisis when some magical girl, while thrashing villains, had accidentally — in Doctor Yuri's own words — fired off a Wager Wipl~ I'll ask you in sky blue~♡ attack that blew up a nearby substation and nearly bankrupted the entire business.
By the world's cold rules she should have been sold off as a slave right then and there. But Doctor Yuri refused to give up.
She had scraped by releasing one small product after another, and at last she had succeeded in building the device that would decide her company's fate: the stress-management VR virtual-reality machine.
The data was still nowhere near enough for an official launch. So she had signed a partnership with the Hero Association — which was aggressively adopting the latest cybernetic technology — and begun recruiting testers.
It was no exaggeration to say that both the company's destiny and Doctor Yuri's personal fate hung on this single new product.
The entire staff numbered only four. Because she had poured every last scrap of capital into a high-performance AI, the shortage of manpower barely registered.
Yuri was the company's president, its research director, and its doctor all at once. Even with the handful of employees she had, she would grumble and snap at them while quietly looking after them — a bratty little girl who was still young in years but already thoroughly worn down by the world.
"Something you're curious about…? …What is it?"
Even while she huffed and puffed, Doctor Yuri still asked. The employee answered, "Well, it's something I was wondering about, but it also looks like something I should report… Doctor?" and pointed at the computer screen.
The virtual-reality stress-relief program was currently being tested on roughly a hundred subjects. The screen was packed with the real-time user data the device was sending back. Preferences, sexual proclivities, satisfaction ratings — every kind of data the laws of Sky City permitted to be collected, neatly arranged in tables.
"What could possibly be important enough to call a report? Show me. Hurry up."
"Right here, Doctor. This user named 'Sonia'… the data looks a little strange…"
On the screen floated the profile photo of Sonia — a hero of Sky City and a full citizen.
Her psychological-tendency results were dripping with tags like "masochistic," "high suggestibility," "submissive disposition," and "masochism," and beneath them ran a list of the video records the AI had referenced.
From Nebulix's The Ten Days It Took a Genius Mechanic to Degenerate into a Lewd Cow… all the way to—
"Th-the titles are a little… unique, I'll give you that. There are actually people who watch this stuff?"
—to Heroine of Justice, True Identity: Lewd Drone?! OVA, the reference data for the "Sonia" session was truly something to behold.
"…It's a little unique, sure, but it's within normal range, and it's private. Just let it go. If you start fretting over every little thing like that, you'll die young."
"No, that part seems fine… It's here… the usage time is coming out weird… Look. After the second session started, there's no record of her ever logging out…"
> Tester No. 256 — Sonia
> Session Usage Time: 99 … 100 … 101 … hours…
(A hundred… hours? Even a rough calculation puts that at more than four days…)
"Hold on. I haven't cleaned my glasses in forever — I must be seeing things. Ten hours alone would already feel like dangerous over-immersion. Just wait a second."
Squeak, squeak… scrub, scrub… huuuh… wipe.
> Tester No. 256 — Sonia
> Session Usage Time: 101 hours…
Blink, blink… Doctor Yuri peeled the dried sleep from the corners of her eyes and checked the screen again.
Even now the monitor still read SESSION IN PROGRESS, along with the record that she had been inside the stress-management VR machine for more than four full days. Doctor Yuri turned to the employee with a look that said, Is this for real…?
Nod, nod… Once she had confirmed that the number was not ten hours but a solid one hundred and one, it did not take Doctor Yuri long to dig up the home address of the Sonia who had consented to data sharing and set out in a desperate rush.
One hundred and one hours earlier. Roughly three days before Doctor Yuri frantically flagged down a Humanoid taxi and raced toward Sonia's apartment — inside unit 102 of Sky City Residential Complex No. 32.
Inside the silver-chrome virtual-reality unit that stood in the living room like a full-sized refrigerator, the golden-eyed hero Sonia was sealed away.
"Lewd Drone Sonia has been trained to show Master her control switches…♡ So that other humans can't just take control of her whenever they want, she was trained to keep her lewd nipple-switches hidden in everyday life… Master's very own lewd drone… Lewd Drone Sonia…"
With the inverted-nipple correctors and the electrical stimulation delivered through the navel plug port, it was possible to force the nipples into erection.
Conversely, the correctors could also be used to push them back inward, like inverted nipples.
That was only possible through the power of the machine.
All Sonia could manage on her own — she was only a hero, sturdier than an ordinary person but still human — was to overclock the lewd circuits that were already running at one hundred percent and force her calmly settled nipples into stiff, rigid erection.
Pulling erect nipples back into inversion was impossible for Sonia, unless she were a living love doll or an android.
But the "Lewd Drone Sonia" inside this virtual reality was different. She was a lewd drone who genuinely believed — who truly thought — that she could push her nipples in and out like switches, exactly as Master ordered.
"Lewd Drone Sonia. Control switches. Or for a lewd drone, I can just call them nipples, right? It's an order… Show them."
"Yes, Master. Lewd Drone Sonia, initiating nipple erection…♡"
(Lewd Drone Sonia is… Master's tool… Making her nipples erect so that Master can touch and manage her whenever He wishes — that is Lewd Drone Sonia's purpose…♡)
The moment Master ordered her to present her nipples, the tips that had been slightly sunken like inverted nipples began to respond.
Both hands raised high overhead, armpits and breasts fully exposed, and by the power of pure mental delusion alone the nipples grew harder and stiffer, rising into rigid peaks. Even the areolae around them tautened with tension and swelled along with them.
"Hnn… haah… hah… aaah… ah…♡ Nipple erection… complete, Master…♡"
The pulse of her breasts rose and fell in time with her natural breathing. Not a single finger had touched her, and yet she had succeeded in erecting her nipples on Master's command alone — a lewd drone who had executed Master's order to perfection.
The reason Sonia was not wearing the bodysuit that was the symbol of a drone was that the stress-relief device's AI was currently developing a perverse fetish that used inverted-nipple correctors to maximize user satisfaction.
Slowly, Master's fingers approached Sonia's erect lewd switches. Had they still been inverted, those fingers would have plunged straight in and dug around inside — but not now.
Instead they began to caress the control switches of the erect lewd drone, tracing teasing circles along the glossy areolae, watching with interest as Sonia's breasts twitched and shuddered.
(Master's fingers… are about to touch Drone Sonia's control switches… My chest feels so strangely tingly… A drone with her lewd management buttons sticking out… Sonia… Sonia… her dirty nipples are being shown to Master…)
Drawing on countless Nebulix videos, the AI imitated the finger-work that had once toyed with heroines who had surrendered to lewd caresses, and applied it directly to Sonia's breasts.
It kneaded slow circles across Sonia's glistening areolae, then gently cradled the underside of a nipple with the index finger while resting the thumb on top like a button ready to be pressed.
Slowly, the artificial intelligence wearing Yuri's face — without the glasses or the dark circles — put pressure into its fingertips and began to speak without pause to the Sonia who had been brainwashed into a lewd drone.
"When her lewd erect nipples are touched… what happens to Drone Sonia?"
Drone Sonia's nipples, stiff and erect and perfect for pulling. The hologram girl cradled the tip gently with her index finger while her thumb gripped it firmly, as if pressing a switch button, and gave it little twists.
The subtle motion — the constant threat that she might yank hard at any second — set every one of Sonia's nerves on edge.
A semi-transparent blue hologram girl. The reason her appearance was a perfect match for Doctor Yuri without the glasses and dark circles was purely practical.
To reduce the user's psychological resistance, the system needed 3D model data of a small, cute human girl. To save the cost and time of creating new data, the company had simply decided to use the personal data it already had on hand — that of its own president, Doctor Yuri. There was truly no other reason.