Sonyaroid
"Yes! Sonyaroid is an android constructed using the body of Hero Sonia as its base vessel! Ah… an android… that… that kind of setting? Oh, I shouldn't say that… I'm sorry, Luce. I'll continue… Sonyaroid is capable of performing every task that Sonia herself can perform!"
"…"
For a brief moment, a broadcast accident erupted onstage as the actress playing 'Sonyaroid' was abruptly hijacked by the real 'Sonia,' who was supposed to be sitting in the audience — but it wasn't enough to halt the performance.
Sonyaroid once again arranged an almost unnaturally bright smile across her face and bowed her head toward her creator. The only person truly startled by the whole spectacle was the director who had staged it all: Luce.
Sonia's reaction had already far outstripped anything Luce had anticipated.
Those half-lidded golden eyes, vacant yet somehow glittering; the white bodysuit of dense, springy latex that laid bare every curve of her figure; and, etched clearly across her abdomen beneath it, a barcode.
There were still plenty of gaps before the clumsily self-hypnotized Sonia could truly be called a perfect 'Sonyaroid' — but for Luce, this was more than enough.
After all, the Sonia of this moment had volunteered to become her own audience and was, for all practical purposes, asleep. What currently occupied and piloted Sonia's body was nothing more than a convenient, useful construct of Luce's own making.
"Well then… Sonya…"
In that instant, a brilliant idea flashed through Luce's mind like lightning.
The entire point of this farce had been to use this amusing folk remedy as bait — to coax Sonia into joining this month's dungeon expedition as a temporary party member.
With the first attempt having collapsed into failure, Luce found herself momentarily stumped as to how to handle the peculiar being standing before her. 'Sonyaroid' was clearly operational, yes — but behind the pilot's seat, the homeowner, the true owner of the body, Sonia herself, still lurked, ready to seize control at any moment.
Having just witnessed that body snatch the reins of its own free will, Luce couldn't risk advancing to the next stage too hastily.
She set the mischievous idea that had sparked in her mind aside for the moment and decided to confirm the most fundamental issue first: self-recognition. She needed to test whether this substitute personality properly understood the reason for its own existence.
"…Is that how it is…? All right then, Sonya… no — Sonyaroid. Who am I, standing here in front of you?"
At Luce's question, Sonyaroid slowly lifted her head. From the center of the pure-white latex bodysuit stretched across her chest, a soft green lamp pulsed gently — like a status indicator announcing that the machine was running normally, that the system was fully online.
Across her lower abdomen, a faint blue barcode hologram shimmered into view, fostering the illusion that Sonyaroid was no ordinary human but a drone, an android, or a full-body cyborg.
Most striking of all was her expression. In place of the lazy, languid look Hero Sonia usually wore, an unnervingly pure and radiant smile sat fixed upon that face.
"You are Luce, the one who created Sonyaroid! Luce remodeled Sky City's Hero Sonia and made me — Sonyaroid! Nngh… nnngh…♡ Remodeled… for Luce, who created Sonyaroid, Sonyaroid will obey Luce!"
The moment that cheerful answer rang out, a thrilling current of electricity raced through the consciousness of Sonia, who was listening closest of all.
(O… obey…? She's talking like she was really remodeled… just saying whatever she wants…♡ Am… am I getting turned on right now…? Deliberately spouting weird stuff about being remodeled… I left it alone just in case, but… it doesn't seem like there's a problem…)
In the end, the essence of this entire phenomenon was clear. Luce jabbing her with a spider's leg, or whispering the wiki page description of a cleaning robot — those had been nothing more than catalysts.
They were merely folk remedies that maximized the effects of Sonia's self-suggestion. At the root of it all lay the perverse delusion that had long nested deep within Sonia's heart.
The lewd fantasy of remodeling herself — or of being reborn at another's hands into a perfect tool that offered absolute obedience to its master. Sonia herself had never clearly recognized it, but that perverse desire had existed deep inside her for a very long time.
"Sonyaroid is an android made from Sky City's Sonia. Isn't that right? Sonia… plus android… Sonia plus android… so Sonyaroid…! A cleaning robot for Luce. That's Sonyaroid!"
Just a little of it, at least, had been there.
A sensation like her whole body sinking into a soft, warm fog. Intoxicated by a pleasant drowsiness, Sonia simply wanted to let go of everything and leave it all behind.
When she abandoned the 'controller' — the sole channel through which Sonia could move her own body — something like a game's auto-hunt mode, like a monitor's idle screen, quietly appeared: the being called 'Sonyaroid' carefully climbed into the empty pilot's seat.
Sonyaroid's voice, reporting that she had been 'remodeled' and 'created.' Hearing that voice directly inside her own mind, Sonia was seized by a strange terror braided together with a shiver of excitement that ran down her spine.
Thump… thump… her heart pounded violently. The thought that she was no longer Sonia but a robot for cleaning — Sonyaroid. The deeper she sank into the delusion that she had been made from Sonia, that Sonia had been remodeled, that Sonia had been remodeled against her will, the denser and stickier the fog wrapping her mind became.
(Because I'm Sonyaroid… it feels good…♡ I'm not doing anything… but my whole body feels strange…)
Sonia's mind grew steadily more vacant under the cozy sensation. The sentence 'I'm a robot made from Sonia!' was wholesome enough on its face — but for a Sonia who had already taken her first step down the path of a peculiar fetish, it worked as the most potent aphrodisiac imaginable.
Sonia completely released her grip on the controller in her mind, left Sonyaroid to handle everything on her own, and simply lay back and submerged herself in the pleasure.
Luce was momentarily at a loss for words at Sonyaroid's answer. The word 'remodeled' struck her eardrums with far more force than she had expected. This had started as a joke — yet the Sonyaroid before her seemed to genuinely believe she was a remodeled being. Luce swallowed dryly without meaning to.
"So then… Sonyaroid listens to what I say? Is that right?"
"Yes. That is correct, Luce. Sonyaroid is an android that obeys Luce. A robot made from Sonia!"
The moment Sonia fully handed over the controller, a remarkable change took place. The inner thoughts and hesitations of Sonia that had previously leaked out between Sonyaroid's words vanished as if they had never existed.
The being now speaking through Sonia's mouth was, completely and purely, 'Sonyaroid' itself — a creature that followed Luce's commands. Luce felt a strange, almost spine-tingling excitement at that perfect transition.
All that remained was to issue the original objective — the cleaning order — and watch the results.
Images floated up in Luce's mind: the serving androids of family restaurants, the humanoids of convenience stores, even the receptionists of the Adventurers' Guild — machines that greeted customers according to fixed protocols. A spark of mischief lit in Luce, and the corner of her mouth curled up.
"From now on, when you address me, call me 'Miss Luce'! That's an order, so remember it. Got it?"
Only after the words left her mouth did Luce feel a twinge of regret. Had she gone too far? What if Sonia got upset and snapped out of the suggestion? Luce carefully studied Sonyaroid's expression.
"…For real…? You're okay with that…?"
Sonyaroid's reaction completely defied Luce's expectations. What rose on Sonyaroid's face was not displeasure, but pure joy and the light of obedience.
"Yes! Understood, Miss Luce! From this moment, Sonyaroid will address Miss Luce as 'Miss Luce'! Please give orders to me, who was remodeled into Sonyaroid, Miss Luce!"
The answer was so cheerfully mechanical that Luce had to fight back a laugh that nearly burst out of her.
To say the word 'remodeled' with such delight. Luce was starting to find this situation more and more entertaining.
"You're really okay with this, right? You won't take it back later or get mad? Mi… Miss… Miss Luce… heh… pffft… sorry, sorry! Okay, real order time! This is an order for Sonyaroid, not Sonia, so don't get upset, okay?"
"Yes, Miss Luce. Please give Sonyaroid your orders!"
Sonyaroid beamed. It was the pure, happy expression Sonia might have worn if she had never been thrown into a harsh world and had simply lived an ordinary life.
Wearing that expression on her face, Sonyaroid offered a light nod of greeting to her creator, Miss Luce. Faced with that submissive attitude, Luce found herself slipping into the illusion that she had truly become this being's master.
"Sonyaroid works for Miss Luce, right? You said you obey. Then this is your first order. Sonyaroid — clean this house, Sonia's room, right now!"
The instant Miss Luce's command fell, Sonyaroid's body trembled faintly. She did not move at once.
Instead, Sonia's memory of those lewd videos of robots obeying their masters' commands — a memory that had left a deep impression — mixed with the sticky fog inside her mind and produced a peculiar reaction.
"…Haaah…♡…nnngh… heh…♡…heee… hooo…♡ The house of Miss Sonia, who was remodeled into Sonyaroid… will now be cleaned. Miss… Luce…♡"
Along with that breathless moan, Sonyaroid's nipples stiffened hard, their shapes rising clearly against the white latex. Luce's gaze locked onto the sight before she could stop herself.
Two little peaks jutting up through the thin latex fabric. Clear evidence of just how joyfully Sonyaroid was receiving this command.
"If you understand, then hurry up and clean the room first, okay? It's all for Sonia's sake. Ha… hehe… ah, from now on, Master… ah! No, wait, call me Master too… how… about it…? But it's true, right…? Sonyaroid is a robot, after all? Not Sonya — Sonyaroid… yeah?"
Seeing Sonyaroid's obvious state of arousal, Luce grew bolder still. Still under the mistaken impression that Sonia was hanging on behind Sonyaroid, she asked carefully, worried Sonia might get angry. Sonia's fetish switch had already been pressed as far as it would go.
"Understood, Master. Commencing cleaning!"
Sonyaroid answered without a shred of hesitation. Behind that voice, Sonia's faint whisper seemed to echo.
'Yes… yeheh…♡ Sonyaroid cleans… cleaning… cleaning… Sonyaroid is a cleaning robot…♡'
(Thank goodness… looks like it worked! Of course it did!)
Luce let out a sigh of relief. To her eyes, it simply looked like Sonia was playing along with the joke — but inside that mind, something unimaginable was unfolding.
(I'm being controlled like a robot… eheh…♡ and I'm getting turned on…♡ Dirty pervert… I wasn't even really remodeled… but watching myself move as Sonyaroid… turns me into a total pervert…♡ Becoming a robot that only knows how to clean… this kind of thing…♡)
The intentions may have been impure — but in the end, it was a situation that left everyone satisfied.