BAD ENDING 002: OL Drone Sonia — Part 3
"Ahh… ah… nn… if you pull on my… nipples… Drone Sonia… can't do anything… she just stands there… ahhnn… nn… nnh…♡"
A deliberate touch, intent on making the stiffly erect tips of her breasts — those lewd, hardened nipples — even more sensitive still. Like someone pinching and toying with the clitoris of a service sex-slave remodeled for pure obscenity, the AI seized Sonia's firm, rigid nipples and rolled them between its fingers. Her hips jerked and trembled with every flick.
Sonia looked down at her own naked body, thighs rubbing together in hesitant little motions, and felt the hologram cataloguing every last reaction into raw data.
You're remembering so well! When her nipples get pulled, lewd Drone Sonia can't do a thing. That's exactly what Drone Sonia is, isn't it? A helpless drone who can't even say no, can't even say stop — lewd Drone Sonia?
If this program had been nothing more than a simple caress-service or masturbation aid, she might have managed a reaction like, Hii… nnh…♡ Please… stop… don't just torment my nipples… please have mercy…♡
But Sonia's head was already drowning in lewd fantasy. As a lewd drone whose nipples rendered her helpless the moment they were pulled, she simply stood there in silence.
The program was doing nothing more than staging the script, the situation, and the scenario of Genius Mechanic Becomes a Lewd Cow… (rest omitted) beat for beat. The AI was slowly, thoroughly developing her nipples right down to the size of her areolae, replaying for Sonia every deviant step of a genius mechanic's transformation into a lewd cow — and she was absorbing it all without resistance.
It feels good, doesn't it, lewd drone? Be honest. That's an order.
"…Yes, Master… they're so… sensitive… Drone Sonia is… happy…♡ …nnnh… haah… Ma… Master…♡"
The tips of the lewd drone's breasts had swollen into perfectly stiff, fully erect nipples that could grow no harder. The AI released them — and in the same motion, both hands closed around the lewd drone's massive E-cup breasts from the front, squeezing and kneading them firmly.
The holographic girl's palm movements converted into data signals and transmitted directly to the expansion sponges gently massaging the real Sonia's breasts as she slept inside the virtual-reality machine.
(Ahh… uwaah… nn… my breasts are being touched so lewdly… it feels so real…)
(They're so soft… just being touched makes them feel good — a lewd drone's breasts…♡ Drone Sonia isn't human… she's a drone inside virtual reality, so… it's fine, right…?)
Even as her breasts were groped, even as her nipples were pinched and pulled at will, Sonia kept both arms raised exactly as the first command had ordered: keep your hands up. By now the pose had shifted — one hand gripping the opposite elbow, thrusting her chest even farther forward. Just like the scene of a genius mechanic girl having her breasts developed so she could become a lewd dairy cow, Sonia obediently offered up her breasts and accepted the selfish massage without protest.
Even when the expansion sponges pressed hard, her elastic breasts pushed back against the pressure. Sonia felt that springiness herself, and the sensation of being kneaded like bread dough only pulled her deeper into concentration.
Your current sensitivity is already very satisfying… but Sonia is a lewd drone, isn't she? From now on I'll thoroughly develop you — nipples to areolae, one by one — and remodel you into a service drone who knows nothing but nipple masturbation. Brace yourself!
"A… a service drone…? Service… who knows nothing but… nipple masturbation…♡"
In the virtual reality, bizarre syringes, a milking machine, and a familiar inverted-nipple corrector materialized before lewd Drone Sonia's eyes. The real VR machine holding the real Sonia contained only the inverted-nipple corrector and the expansion sponges — but the cable linked to Sonia's Navel Plug Port began to glitter a fraction brighter.
(Serving Master… a lewd drone who knows nothing else… thoroughly remodeled… trained… a lewd… drone…♡ *gulp*…♡)
That's right. A drone has no need to think for herself… I'll thoroughly develop those lewd breasts and remodel them into a masturbation tool for Master.
Your memories… even your identity as Drone Sonia… remade into a lewd Drone Sonia who remembers nothing but nipple masturbation… Now, insert lewd Drone Sonia's control switch in here yourself. That's an order, Sonia.
With a soft whoosh, a massive apparatus appeared before Sonia's eyes in an instant. Roughly the size of a large refrigerator, finished in silver chrome — it looked uncannily similar to the very virtual-reality machine that the lewd, busty hero living in Sky City's Complex 32, Unit 102, had climbed into.
The difference was this: the real machine had only a simple backrest and light restraints for the wrists and ankles. The device now standing before lewd Drone Sonia in virtual reality held something else entirely inside…
(Th… this kind of… thing…)
Two holes carved at the exact height of Sonia's breasts, gaping wide as if waiting for her lewd areolae to be pressed snugly into them. A cable with a sharp tip jutting out, as if inviting her to walk forward and plug it into her own remodeled Navel Plug Port. And a vibrator clearly meant to be seated in lewd Sonia's pathetic little pussy — so she couldn't resist or thrash, so she would climb in herself…
I'll develop you so thoroughly you won't be usable for anything else.
That's an order, you lewd pervert drone Sonia. Climb into the lewd-drone modification device yourself — on your own, of your own free will.
(Th… this kind of thing… even if it's fake… the sensations are real… if I go through this… I might never be able to go back…♡)
An oddly feverish excitement already threaded through her trembling voice, and the heart mark clinging to the end of the sentence made one thing clear: it was far, far too late.
Sonia walked toward the device one slow step at a time. She pressed her nipples firmly into the strange holes, fitted the cable into her Navel Plug Port, seated the vibe in her pathetic pussy — and declared herself a lewd drone of her own free will.
"Yes, Master. Please remodel Sonia… into a lewd drone who knows nothing but her nipples…♡"
Sky City's D-class hero was nowhere to be found. Only a pervert drone remained — caressing her own lewd breasts with something like affection as she walked, of her own accord, into the lewd-drone modification device.
And so…
> User: Sonia — Usage Time: 20 hours…
> User: Sonia — Usage Time: 60 hours…
> User: Sonia — Usage Time: 80 hours…
> User: Sonia — Usage Time: 100 hours… 101 hours…
If Sonia had been an ordinary busty model instead of a D-class hero — a body that, while middling by hero standards, was still vastly tougher than any civilian's — the real-time vital-sign monitoring would have triggered an emergency contact long ago. Four days without food produced no serious health crisis in a D-class hero's resilient frame.
It was only by pure chance that an employee spotted the continuous runtime record of one hundred and one hours and reported it to Dr. Yuri. And so only Dr. Yuri was now heading for Sonia's nest.
"Thank you for using our service. We look forward to serving you again."
…Thud!
At the edge of one of Sky City's apartment complexes — Complex 32 — the orange-haired girl, Dr. Yuri, slammed the door of the Humanoid taxi shut with unnecessary force.
If fate had tilted even a little differently, Dr. Yuri might have become the reliable supporting scientist who hid her identity as an Academy student by day and, in times of crisis, stood behind the protagonists as the magical girl of hope and justice. Instead, the grueling graduate-student life after Academy graduation, and the unbridgeable income gap she confirmed between ordinary people, adventurers, and heroes, had given her glasses, dark circles, and a path into entrepreneurship.
Dr. Yuri didn't spare the Humanoid driver so much as a glance as she sprinted toward the apartment entrance. People who didn't know better — Sonia, or newcomers fresh from fantasy worlds — sometimes bowed politely to Humanoids. In reality, they were treated as less than tools, as mere robots. Ignoring them the way Dr. Yuri did was the normal, expected treatment.
None of that mattered now. Only one thought occupied Dr. Yuri's mind.
The D-class hero of Sky City who had consented to data collection — whose usage time was already past one hundred and two hours. Dr. Yuri's small feet hurried toward Sonia.
"Sonia? Are you home…?"
Ding-dong…! Ding-dong… Ding-dong-ding-dong…!
Thud…! Thud…! Bang… bang… Ow—
"Ah… damn it… this is bad…"
Knocking did nothing. Calling the tester-hero's name did nothing. Even kicking the front door produced no answer at all.
Unless the situation was abnormal, or the running program could not be interrupted, the VR unit was supposed to relay doorbells and delivery alerts to the user via external signals. Knowing that feature existed only made the sweat on Dr. Yuri's back run colder.
One hundred and two hours… the horrifying possibility that she had been trapped inside that thing for one hundred and two hours nearly snapped Dr. Yuri's composure. She began frantically searching for a way into Sonia's apartment.
"Stay calm… stay calm… I have to get inside somehow… Ah! The balcony!"
Warning sirens blared nonstop inside Dr. Yuri's head. First floor, Unit 102. The nest of Sky City hero Sonia. Praying the balcony window had been left unlocked, Dr. Yuri hurried around the side of the building.
The old apartment's exterior paint was peeling in patches, exposing gray cement underneath; the neglected flowerbeds were thick with nameless weeds. An ordinary Sky City residence. Fortunately, the balcony window stood open by about a hand's width. Dr. Yuri's small frame barely cleared the railing as she climbed into Sonia's home.
The old aluminum sash scraped with a metallic squeal, but nothing stirred inside. The tension of trespassing into a stranger's home lasted only a moment — then she looked into the living room, and the first thing that filled her eyes was a single figure.
"Uh…"
Dazzling blonde hair. Golden eyes. Exactly the same as the tester-hero profile the Association had provided. The lively smile from the photograph was gone without a trace.
"This is bad…"
Dr. Yuri muttered the words in a voice of pure despair. They dissolved weakly into the dusty air of the living room.
Her prediction — that Sonia would still be sealed helplessly inside the VR machine after one hundred and two hours — had been spectacularly wrong.
A woman with blonde hair and golden eyes was sitting in a dining chair in the middle of the living room.
Even a casual glance registered the considerable size of her chest, the smooth skin whose elasticity you could feel just by looking. Sonia — classified as a D-class support-type, intelligence-type hero of Sky City. Unlike magical girls or transformation heroines with personal reasons to hide, she had no need and no reason to conceal her identity, so her hero name was simply "Sonia." That Sonia.
"…"
"…Coming alone was probably the right call… but this is bad. Really bad…"
It was definitely the same person as the smiling ID photo on the hero-info screen the Association had provided. The only difference was the atmosphere. The Sky City hero Sonia sitting at the dining table in her own nest radiated something entirely unlike the woman in the photograph.
"…"
Dr. Yuri held her breath and studied the Sonia seated in the dining chair. Afternoon sunlight slanted in through the balcony window alone, illuminating the dust motes drifting through the living room.