A Special Prescription for the Lazy Hero
"Sonia… you said cleaning your room was too much of a hassle, right…? Well, this Lady Luce has a brilliant idea… for. you… What do you say? …Instead of a maid robot, we make a robot that cleans for you. I know it's not a Succubus Salon outfit, but… between the barcode and… those weirdly glowing eyes… right now, you don't look like Sonia — you look like a robot that just happens to resemble her… Don't you think? …Well, Sonia?"
"M-m-me…? A m-m-maid… y-you said I look like a robot… Luce?!"
"…But you do, don't you? Just look for yourself, Sonia."
"You've got a cute little mechanical device stuck on top of your head…"
"Your pupils have changed color, and they're glowing like fluorescent lights…"
"And there's even a barcode on your body?"
"You look like a convenience store clerk. Not a person. One of those."
That was Luce's finishing blow. Every convenience store in Sky City ran on an unmanned system staffed entirely by company-owned Humanoids.
Oblivious to that subtle distinction, Luce had just told Sonia — currently wrapped in her bodysuit — that she looked like some low-grade robot, a piece of equipment, a Humanoid who'd undergone mechanization surgery just to serve her human masters.
A m-machine… she said I look like a robot… and if Luce is the one saying it… then it must be true… ugh… why is my heart suddenly pounding…♡
You look like a robot. You look like a machine. You look just like a Humanoid… not a person, but a piece of equipment… The words Luce had tossed out so casually pressed a switch buried deep inside Sonia's mind.
Memories of obeying her "Master's" every command as a Slave Walker Unit. The sensation of being trained into a perfect "Drone" inside virtual reality. Those still-fresh traces of memory flared back to life with vivid clarity.
Those words weren't mere metaphors. To Sonia, they were a powerful suggestion that shook her very identity — an irresistible spell of temptation.
Ah…♥
In that instant, a spark crackled through Sonia's brain. Her vision flickered white, and a pleasant ringing filled her ears.
Luce's voice receded into the distance, replaced by a surging wave of hot pleasure. A current of electricity raced up her spine, and Sonia's body trembled finely.
Beneath the glossy white latex bodysuit, her nipples swelled to the point of bursting, poking sharp peaks against the thin latex surface. From deep in her lower belly, something hot welled up and surged through her all at once.
"Y-yo… you… H-Humanoid…♡ …Huma… Hu… Huuu… you're saying I look like a Humanoid… Luce…?"
She's completely hooked.
Luce, the D-class adventurer who'd just reeled in the catch of a lifetime named Sonia. She'd planned to offer this amusing little toy as bait in exchange for dungeon-clearing help — but first, she decided a taste test was in order.
The folk remedy Luce had described, the one used by porters. Amplifying spider venom with mana stones to dull your own mind into a daze.
Porters used it as a makeshift painkiller. Today, however, it was going to be used to implant a "command" — one designed to clean the home of a certain Sonia who'd put off housework for an entire week.
"Ready, Sonia?"
"I-I'm ready, Luce! P-please do it."
Even wrapped in the glossy white latex bodysuit, Sonia's upper chest was fully exposed, its generous curves on full display.
Luce slowly brought the sharp tip of a spider leg — packed with granulated mana stones — toward that soft, warm skin.
"I… look weird, don't I… Luce?"
"…Yeah! You really look like a robot! Sonia!"
At Luce's unfiltered honesty, Sonia was already stepping across the threshold into a brand-new world — the world of a peculiar robot fetish.
Some entries were meticulously detailed; others were barely there at all — but anyone could look anything up with ease on Kindling Wiki.
For reasons no one could quite pin down, academy students who cited Kindling Wiki as a research source had a curious habit of watching their entire grade go up in smoke. It was a sea of low-reliability information.
And it was from precisely that kind of site that Luce had pulled the key intel for today's little prank.
The tiny LCD screen of the communicator in her hand was packed solid with text — the sole theoretical foundation for the bizarre experiment she was about to conduct.
"The plan's super simple, Sonia. When I go poke!, don't resist — just let all the strength drain out of your body. Then… let's see… while you're all dazed, we plant a self-suggestion that you're a cleaning robot, and…"
"Next page… give the orders, and boom — cleaning done! I looked up the spider leg earlier too. Apparently this isn't some complicated hypnosis magic — it's more like something that induces self-suggestion. They say forcing someone to do something they hate is pointless, or whatever…?"
Self-suggestion. The entry went on at length about pulling up the unconscious and how the principle worked, but Luce — who hated anything complicated — simply shoved the communicator screen in front of Sonia's face.
The key phrases Luce had underlined with her own fingerprints stood out clearly on the display.
> Forcing someone to perform a hated action has no effect.
> Maximizes the power of simple self-suggestion.
> Primarily used to numb pain by thinking, "This doesn't hurt…"
"What are you going to do if I don't want to clean, Luce?"
Gazing absently down at the potato chip crumbs scattered across the living room floor from a torn-open snack bag, Sonia — D-class hero of Sky City — murmured in a languid voice. Resignation mixed with a faint, unconcealable note of anticipation.
"Lu… Luce? You just said you can't make me do things I don't want to do, right? I don't want to clean my room, and I don't even want to touch my clothes… I could just throw them out and buy new ones… ah, but that still leaves the living room… haaah…"
"Even if you hate it, you're not gonna avoid it forever, right, Sonia? …Actually, I dunno about that one…? Anyway, here we gooo?!"
Luce rolled the blanket-cocooned embodiment of pure laziness that was Sonia right onto the bed. Sonia's body bounced softly against the mattress before settling still.
Despite the bodysuit, Sonia's pale upper chest remained fully exposed — and onto that skin, Luce pressed the specially prepared spider leg with a firm little push.
She watched the mana stone granules packed inside dissolve and vanish without a trace.
"Oh… suddenly… getting sleepy… I'm sleepy, Luce… but if I just push a little… it feels like I could break free… like sleep paralysis, or… haaawn… pshuu…"
Sonia's eyelids grew heavy and sank shut. The sensation in her body gradually drifted away, and her consciousness slipped into a soft, drowsy fog as cozy as a down comforter.
To Luce, the bodysuit issued by the Hero Association — which served a role similar to an adventurer's guild — still looked a little strange, but she set that stray thought aside for now.
Recalling how the injured porter had muttered to himself, Luce began to whisper softly beside Sonia's ear.
"Slowly let the tension go, and just lean into it, Sonia… Quietly… as you get sleepier and sleepier, let yourself drift right off… Imagine your soul just slipping free from your tired body. Look up at the ceiling and feel your eyelids getting heavier…"
Twinkle, twinkle. She'd deliberately shut the door and drawn the curtains, yet the glow-in-the-dark star stickers stuck to the ceiling shone with a gentle light that almost ruined the mood.
Though, to be fair, the tiny lamps attached to the shoulders and chest of Sonia's bodysuit were glowing considerably brighter.
"Why'd you put up glow-in-the-dark stars, Sonia…? Ah…! That's not it… wait, wait… anyway… don't move, just stay still…"
"…"
"Take a deep breath in… and slowly breathe out again as you fall asleep…"
Sonia lay on the bed in her chewy, soft, and thoroughly glossy latex bodysuit.
Whether it was Luce's desperate wish for a party member finally getting through, or Sonia herself surrendering her will to resist, or the lewd fantasies of robotification that were beginning to pull her in… a tangle of reasons worked in concert, and Sonia slowly sank into a deep sleep.
"Your eyelids are closing… keep them shut until I tell you to open them… you know that feeling. Like when you lie down in a fantasy-world inn bed and all your HP recovers. Oh wait, they don't have that here, do they?"
…?
Luce was spouting strange nonsense Sonia couldn't begin to understand — something about sleeping in a bed and waking up completely healed. But the stream of meaningless words only made Sonia's mind give up on thinking altogether, and she slipped cleanly into the world of sleep.
Reading the "Cleaning Robot" entry on Kindling Wiki, Luce quietly settled herself beside the softly snoring Sonia.
"Let's see… making her clean… related entries… comparison with slaves? Pros and cons? Where, where…"
A porters' folk remedy for injecting simple self-suggestion even more effectively. What results this peculiar method of deliberately plunging oneself into a state of confusion might produce in someone with extreme mental vulnerability… neither Luce nor Sonia had any way of knowing.
"All right, Sonia. Listen carefully inside your head, okay? First…"
"I don't feel like anything happened…? Luce? It hasn't even been ten minutes… uuuugh…"
Sonia sat up in bed and stretched long and luxuriously.
Under the LED fluorescent light, her white latex bodysuit gleamed even glossier. Light slid across the smooth surface, caressing the generous curves of her body.
"Heheh… is that really so, Sonia?"
Striking a "ta-da~" pose like some famous game developer, Luce grinned with a look of triumphant, absolute confidence.
Watching that slightly smug adventurer girl with her teal-green hair, Sonia felt her chest go thump-thump with a strange flutter.
As this unprecedented, bizarre event drew nearer, it wasn't that she felt no fear or worry — but the excitement ran deeper still. Sonia, the lewd masochist.
"Shall we begin, then? I've finished everything, so all that's left is to say the word… Robot? Android? I still can't really tell the difference. Anyway — robot experience, starting now, Sonia!"
"Uh… wh-what did you do… Luce…"
At the words "robot experience" — which struck Sonia's most sensitive spot with perfect precision — her face flushed scarlet in an instant.
"I-if you keep staring at my chest like that… Lu… Luce… i-it's embarrassing… I don't even know what this is, but…"
"Is it? But there are tons of people — and robots — who walk around outside in bodysuits just like the one you're wearing. Should I call them androids…? Anyway, here we go! All I have to do is call the name…"
"So… Sonyaroid?"
"Yeppp! Take Sonia, add robot… well, it's a cleaning robot, so android! Smash the two together and you get Sonia… roid… Sonyaroid! How's that? Pretty good, right?"
A clean fusion of Sonia and the tail end of "android" — Sonyaroid.
(So… Sonyaroid… she called me Sonyaroid…♡)
Hearing it out loud, the name truly did sound like an android built from her own body as raw material — and Sonia's heart gave an involuntary thump.