Sonyaroid
(…♡)
As if inhabited by a being with a will of its own, Sonia's body — now host to the Sonyaroid's consciousness — began to move. Its first target was not some crumpled mess discarded in a corner of Sonia's room, but a potato chip bag folded with surprising neatness.
Next, the Sonyaroid picked up an empty cola bottle whose lid had been screwed on tight to keep the bugs out. Every motion was precise and free of waste, like a machine executing pre-programmed commands.
Broom in hand, the Sonyaroid paused to survey its surroundings. Those blue eyes seemed to analyze the room's layout and contamination levels like a spatial scanner.
Deciding a broom alone would not suffice, the Sonyaroid retrieved a vacuum cleaner from the storage closet without a moment's hesitation.
It was as though the cleaning protocols of a seasoned housekeeper — or a highly advanced maid robot — were being reproduced to perfection. Or perhaps this was simply the closest thing to Sonia's natural self when she actually used a vacuum.
"…"
Deep within the Sonyaroid, submerged in a foggy sea of hazy consciousness, Sonia faintly registered the sensation of her own body moving.
(Cleaning…♡ The Sonyaroid… follows orders… Luce-nim… Luce "nim"… Because Luce-nim is Master… Because Luce-nim is the Sonyaroid's Master… Because Luce-nim ordered it to clean…♡ The Sonyaroid will clean it all up…♡)
Meanwhile, Luce sat casually on the edge of the bed, watching the spectacle with a grin.
Twisting a lock of her lush teal hair around one finger, she watched with satisfaction as the Sonyaroid vacuumed every last speck of dust from every corner of the house.
In Luce's eyes, this was nothing more than the successful result of a well-executed prank.
"…"
The vacuum's vibration traveled through the latex bodysuit and into every inch of Sonia's body. It was no mere physical tremor. It was a pure wave of pleasure — the satisfaction of a machine fulfilling its purpose, carrying out its Master's command.
(Cleaning… Luce-nim's… cleaning robot… Sonyaroid… Cleaning… When it receives an order… the Sonyaroid obeys… Hngh…♡ Getting remodeled into a robot and climaxing from it… is the best…♡)
"Mm, looks like it's running just fine. Sonyaroid."
Luce spoke with a satisfied tone. She seemed to be getting the hang of handling this peculiar entity called the Sonyaroid.
"That's an order! All of Sonia's house — today's a deep-clean day, so make it spotless. Clean every nook and cranny on your own. Got it?"
"Yes. Master."
With that reply, Sonia's consciousness sank once more into a sweet abyss of pleasure.
(Yeees… Master… Luce… nim…♡ As the Sonyaroid… as the Sonyaroid… cleaning… in progress…)
A pure white latex bodysuit that laid bare the soft curves of her upper chest and the hollow dip of her navel.
Above her cheek, an unidentified blue barcode floated like a hologram, casting an eerie atmosphere over her features.
Sonia — the living embodiment of every shameful desire she had ever kept hidden — finished with the vacuum and moved straight into mopping. Her movements were efficient down to the last millimeter; the hands that wiped the floor were both gentle and firm.
What ecstatic experience Sonia was undergoing inside the Sonyaroid was something Luce could not even begin to guess.
It's Sonia, so… she'll handle it fine on her own… right?
Luce thought vaguely, and switched on her communication terminal.
For an adventurer who had crossed over from a fantasy world, her fingers moved across the device with surprising familiarity. It was Sonia who had taught her how to use this convenient machine that did not exist in her own world. Luce scrolled through the screen, checking for any new updates.
A strange, weightless sensation — as if floating in zero gravity — washed over Sonia, and she surrendered her entire body to it. Meanwhile, Luce had fully settled onto Sonia's bed and was killing time on her terminal.
While Sonia, as Luce's robot — the Sonyaroid — cleaned the house, twitching and trembling inwardly as she tasted faint waves of climax, Luce, whether she noticed or not, opened a mobile game and hit the auto-hunt button. Auto-hunt, auto-clean. A peculiar commonality.
"Cleaning of Sonia's residence has been completed. Luce-nim."
How much time had passed? A mechanical voice stripped of all emotion reached the ears of Luce, who had been nodding off over her game.
It was the Sonyaroid. The Sonyaroid referred to its raw material — the being that had become its chassis — as "Sonia," yet consistently addressed its creator, Luce, with the honorifics "Luce-nim" or "Master."
From the Sonyaroid's perspective, Sonia's home was now perfectly spotless. Having returned every last cleaning tool to its proper place, the Sonyaroid reported mission complete to Luce, who was dozing on the bed.
"…Huh? Already? I was playing a game and the time just flew by… Let me see, let me see…"
Luce rubbed her sleepy eyes and got to her feet. She inspected the house thoroughly. The floors gleamed without a speck of dust, and not a single dirty dish remained in the sink. Even behind the door — where cobwebs usually hung — was immaculate.
"Mmm… Perfect. As expected of this Luce-nim, right? …Mm… Good work, Sonyaroid. Now switch back with Sonia, will you? …No — that's an order. Sonyaroid! Switch with Sonia."
"Yes. Master. Relinquishing control to chassis Sonia."
At the command of Master — of Luce-"nim" — the Sonyaroid responded instantly. From the cockpit within its mind, the Sonyaroid prepared to hand the controls over to Sonia, who had been twitching in a far corner, still steeped in the afterglow of pleasure.
Gently, the Sonyaroid roused Sonia's consciousness from the pleasant fog of spider venom where it had lain defenselessly exposed to ecstasy.
After brushing away invisible dust, the Sonyaroid carefully seated Sonia in the pilot's chair and pressed the control stick firmly into her hands.
Sonia — who had checked out the moment the cleaning order was given and left everything to the Sonyaroid — returned to her senses at precisely that moment.
-…Yes. Master. Relinquishing control to Sonia.
That voice seemed to echo faintly, and then Sonia's consciousness slowly rose from the fog.
"…Huh? Y-you just told me to clean… Uh… what happened, Luce? Wh-why is the house so clean… Th-that's right. 'Just now' Luce-nim told me to clean… so I… so I… so… uhh… my head…"
Slowly, as the pleasant fog that had filled her mind began to dissipate, Sonia started to come around.
First she had been stabbed by the spider leg loaded with a magic stone, then Luce's clumsy explanation had broken the self-suggestion, so she had been stabbed again in the upper chest. And then… after that…
(Th-then after that… what did I do… Th-that's right! She told me to clean, so I just cleaned…)
"Hah?"
In that instant, Sonia's body — which had been standing perfectly upright — lurched forward as if someone had shoved her from behind.
To Luce it looked like nothing more than a sudden movement, but for Sonia it was a temporary dissonance caused by her consciousness and body reconnecting.
Sonia barely managed to keep her balance in an awkward, unnatural posture.
"Y-you scared me, Sonya! What's going on?"
Luce approached with a worried face and caught the wrist of the nearly fallen Sonia.
The sensation of the smooth white latex bodysuit — so sleek it almost squeaked — pressed vividly against Luce's palm.
"…That aside… this is insanely smooth…"
"Ah… no! I just came to and found myself standing here… Ugh… uuugh…"
Sonia's confusion was only natural. Luce had watched the entire process of the Sonyaroid cleaning the house, but for Sonia — whose consciousness had returned in a single instant — everything had happened in the blink of an eye.
"…? …Ah… aha! Of course you'd feel that way, Sonya. You snap back to your senses and — bam — the house is clean. So? How about this Luce-nim's Sonyaroid skills?"
She was certain she had been standing in the living room, yet when she opened her eyes she was in front of the bed where Luce had been lying. Sonia could not help but be flustered by this surreal situation.
"Hehe… If it's now, I could specially invite you into Luce's party… wait, no — could you just help me out a little, Sonya…? Mm… mm… mmm? Sonia… unnie…?"
Luce nodded as if she understood Sonia's situation, then smoothly pivoted into her real agenda — recruiting her for the party.
Perhaps because of the awkwardness left over from the incident with their former party member, the Knight, slipping into her usual shameless little-sister mode felt a touch forced.
"But… a party needs… people you can trust, right? That's right… and that person is none other than Sonia unnie…?"
"…No."
"Th-that's so mean, unnie… Sonya unnieee… The promise you made with this Luce — that you'd teach her everything from one to ten… sob… okay, that didn't work. But at least the room's clean now, right? Hmm?"
Luce quickly recovered her usual pace. She settled comfortably on the edge of the bed and looked up at Sonia.
They had kept an awkward distance after the Knight incident, but this — right now — was exactly their normal level of closeness. The relationship between a common D-class hero and a D-class adventurer in Sky City. Next-door neighbors. Friends.
"Mmm… so how was it, Sonya?"
"Uh… how was what… Luce…"
She had surrendered her mind to that comfortable feeling, and her body had moved on its own. For Sonia, who had handed the controls over to the Sonyaroid, a single blink of her eyes had been enough for the room to be perfectly mopped — and the only thing in front of her was Luce, grinning ear to ear.
The moment she heard Luce's command — Give the body back to Sonia! — the pleasant fog that had been creeping through her mind receded, and Sonia clearly experienced the sensation of slowly returning from Sonyaroid to Sonia.
For some reason, even after becoming Sonia again, her expression still bore an uncanny resemblance to the Sonyaroid's strangely lively smile.
"Nice and clean, right? Wouldn't it be great if you cleaned like this all the time? I didn't cast some kind of magic just because I called it a Sonyaroid — I just made you feel like you wanted to clean, that's all."
Luce snapped the spider leg in her hand with a crack! and stuffed it into a plastic bag. It had already been used once, and the melted magic stone had fused to it — reuse was impossible.
Luce figured Sonia was not incapable — she simply lacked motivation. So she had merely put the "cleaning robot" of Sonia's own imagination — the "Sonyaroid" — to work in her place. To Luce, it was no big deal.
(This weird outfit… and having Luce see me like this is embarrassing, but… but… it was fun…♡ It really was…)
Sonia looked at the computer desk beside the bed. Various commission documents were perfectly sorted by category, and the clothes that had been strewn across the floor were neatly gathered in the laundry basket.
The living room, the bathroom, the storage room. Everywhere bore clear traces of Luce's cleaning robot — the Sonyaroid — having flawlessly completed its mission and departed.
(Cl… cleaning ro… robot… Luce-nim's robot…? Called the Sonyaroid… I… cleaned all this… Me…? …♡)
"You're saying I cleaned all of this…? I… it's hard to believe, but… th-that's…"
"That's what I'm saying. Perfect, right? Good work, Sonyaroid! Hmph…! Heh… Thank you for your hard work, Sonia unnie~ Sonia unnie… how about saying a little 'thank you for your hard work' to the Sonyaroid…?"
Luce grinned mischievously and ruffled Sonia's blonde hair. Unlike the way she had treated the Sonyaroid, this was pure little-sister mode — teasing however she pleased.
"So… Sonia unnie! Did it feel good?"
At Luce's innocent question, Sonia's heart dropped with a thud.
"…♥ …It wasn't… bad, Luce…♥"
Sonia turned her head to the side without realizing it. Her heart was pounding strangely. Below it, the shape of her nipples — standing firm and peaked — showed clearly through the white latex.
As if trying to hide the honest reaction her body had produced, Sonia bowed her head deeply, concealing the lower part of her bodysuit where a damp, glistening stain had begun to spread.