Sonyaroid
"Sorry, Sonia! I dozed off without even realizing it~ I was hoping you'd just let me sleep in your bed... Luce is so sad...♡"
It was Luce's relentlessly cheerful voice that shattered the quiet stillness of morning. She pouted, her expression brimming with mischief, sulking as though the previous night's missed opportunity truly pained her.
"...The toast was great. So... how about it, Sonia? Pretty amazing, right?"
"...It... it was amazing... Luce...♡"
Sonia answered without thinking, like someone whose mind had completely checked out.
"C-come in first!"
When Luce came calling again at Sonia's place — right next door in a quiet residential block of Sky City — Sonia was no longer wearing that outrageous bodysuit from the day before.
A loose T-shirt and short shorts. The official hero uniform issued by the Association — far too much for everyday wear unless you were a hardcore latex fetishist — had been thoroughly washed and hung neatly inside the closet.
"But... you're not wearing that thing from yesterday? You're a hero, Sonia... Luce really wants to see your hero outfit again... I forgot to ask yesterday, but that Hero Association you joined — do all the heroes there walk around dressed like that?"
"I don't think so. The other heroes you saw might have been wearing something similar, but... outfits are basically free choice. The design is... nngh...♡... a little revealing, sure, but... it's still proper armor. Th-that... Luce...? That thing you're holding right now...♡ H-hold on, is that...?"
Just like Luce, who had overslept from sheer exhaustion, Sonia herself had only just gotten up after a long night of equally exhausting activities.
Last night, the only thing that had existed in this room was a lewd, golden-haired, large-breasted hero, grinding her own fingers into her newly discovered cyber implant port and pouring out hot fluids.
Whether from the aftermath of that intense self-indulgence or not, a heavy, languid fatigue clung to Sonia's entire presence. Even the faint trembling in her legs did not escape Luce, whose sharp adventurer's instincts missed nothing.
A grin. Luce had been fretting over how to bring it up — but there was no need. Sonia's gaze, those glittering golden eyes, was already locked completely onto the black, spindly spider leg Luce held in her hand.
Slowly... deliberately... Luce moved the spider leg. Sonia's eyes followed it as if entranced. Like someone hypnotized by a magician's wand.
When Luce gave the stick-like spider leg a light shake in the air, Sonia's golden irises tracked its path with desperate intensity.
The comparison might have been a little strange, but she looked exactly like a puppy staring at a chew toy its owner was dangling in front of its nose.
She had no ears or tail — but in their place, her full breasts quivered and swayed lightly with uncontrollable anticipation.
"...You liked Sonyaroid, didn't you?"
At Luce's blunt question, Sonia's shoulders jerked as if seized by a spasm.
"...Uh... yeah... Luce... huh? Ah! I... I mean... it was clean and nice, right? Th-the room got all tidy...? And you threw out all the trash for me?"
Sonyaroid. Another identity born from a bizarre folk remedy. Her own masochistic streak — the part of her that got excited by that existence — had grown another full handspan overnight.
Having already mashed her own lewd switches and masturbated to completion, Sonia wanted nothing more than to hand the control stick of her mind right back over to Sonyaroid this very second. She wanted only to shed every scrap of responsibility and will, and simply sprawl out in that comfortable, warm fog.
"I knew it! I knew you'd like it! I believed you'd say that!"
(Whoa... Sonia actually liked it more than I expected... Then I'll use this as leverage to drag her into the party...!)
A triumphant smile curved Luce's lips. She still clearly remembered the name of that adult video site Sonia had once let slip without thinking — Nebulix.
Of course, she had no idea that Sonia was constitutionally vulnerable to mental attacks. But she at least knew Sonia had a considerable interest in that kind of content.
"You really want to become Sonyaroid, don't you...? ...Sonia. The room's already clean... so there's nothing left to do, right?"
"B-but...! Lu... Luce! It's fun... yeah! You brought it because it's fun, so how is once enough?"
Luce poked at Sonia's flushed cheeks with her fingers instead of the spider leg, teasing her. That innocent yet desperate reaction was just too entertaining.
To Luce, Nebulix was nothing more than an ordinary adult site. She never even imagined that Sonia had already taken a step into the far more unsettling fetish worlds of lewd drones and Slave Walker Units.
She simply and naively assumed that Sonia had been captivated by the pleasant sensation of the amplified spider venom from the mana stone.
"For free...? Even heroes get paid when they take a request, Sonia. Come to think of it, last time a convenience-store Humanoid grabbed me by the collar because I'd forgotten to pay."
"Th-that story can wait, Luce! Spider legs don't cost much, so... I'll buy you a meal next time!"
When Luce playfully waved the spider leg — whoosh, whoosh-whoosh — baiting her, Sonia could no longer hold back and lunged to snatch it. Or rather, it was less snatching and more throwing herself onto that sharp tip to be stabbed — the desperate thrashing of a massive pair of breasts that had completely lost all reason to heat.
"Ah-ah...! Luce will not forgive a Sonia who tries to use the item she brought without permission!"
"Nngh... nngh... ah... nngh... hah..."
When Luce whipped the spider leg behind her back and hid it, Sonia let out frustrated, unintelligible moans.
She was so worked up that she pressed both hands hard against her belly — more precisely, against her navel — and trembled all over. To Luce's eyes, it looked like nothing more than an adorable tantrum.
"Okay... okay, okay, okay... I'm just teasing, Sonia! You know that, right? I only made Sonyaroid because cleaning the room was a pain! The room's clean now, so it's fine! Sonyaroid is a robot, right? A robot for doing work. Right?"
"Room... clean... fine... nngh... well, that's true..."
Luce casually burned the essential nature of Sonyaroid into Sonia's mind.
Sonyaroid was a robot that did work. In other words, to become Sonyaroid, she had to follow the tasks she was given — an irrefutable logic.
"Y-yeah, that makes sense..."
At Luce's explanation of Sonyaroid's role, Sonia accepted it as meekly as a child. Luce wrapped it up simply, as if finishing the briefing.
"I won't make you do anything you hate... but I am going to ask you for all sorts of things... are you really okay with that?"
Nod, nod. An "order" beautifully packaged under the name of a "favor." When Luce asked for confirmation — was it really okay, even though following Luce's commands was the entire reason for Sonyaroid's existence — Sonia nodded without a shred of hesitation. Only after receiving that confirmation did Luce finally get to the real point, as if she had been waiting for this exact moment.
"Ah... I get it! I'll just go with you later! I trust your judgment, Luce, but please avoid any requests that are too hard or take too long..."
"Thanks, Sonia! So you'll really party up with me later, right? Promise? When? When should we go? You're all prepared, right?"
"Then... I'm going to poke you? It stings a little, so hang in there, okay?"
"P-please, Luce... nngh...♡"
Luce pressed the sharp tip of the amplified spider leg firmly into the soft back of Sonia's hand, which she had obediently offered. Just like that day she had gotten thoroughly drunk at a famous restaurant and been carried home, a loose, blissful smile began to spread across Sonia's face.
Sonia spun in a slow circle, then collapsed to the floor like a doll whose strings had all been cut.
Press. Press-press...
"Beeh... eh..."
"...??? Sonia?"
The mild paralytic component of the spider venom should have had no effect whatsoever on the robust body of a D-class hero like Sonia.
This was the result of Sonia deliberately releasing every scrap of resistance and allowing the venom to seep slowly through her entire body. Naturally, her whole form went limp, and her consciousness drifted into a hazy distance.
"...Soniaaa...?"
Luce prodded the Sonia lying on the floor with the tip of her toe.
Confirming there was no reaction, Luce began to recite the spell — the trigger phrase — just as she had when she first activated Sonyaroid the day before.
This time, instead of whispering into an ear, she issued the command in a dignified voice, like a creator looking down upon her creation sprawled on the floor.
"...Sonyaroid. Begin operation!"
"...Eh... yeees... Sonyaroid... Sonyaroid..."
The moment Luce's voice rang out, a pleasant fog began to fill the control room of Sonia's mind once more.
The "Sonia" who had been clumsily gripping the control stick inhaled the rising haze deeply, then retreated to a far corner and stretched out.
Like an audience member clutching a bag of popcorn, waiting for an exciting movie to start, Sonia could only watch with a racing heart as "Sonyaroid" arrived to take the controls of "Sonia."