Sonyaroid
Luce and Sonyaroid sat across from each other at the freshly cleaned dining table.
From Luce's perspective, the situation was more than a little awkward. She had come home only to find this peculiar being — half Sonia, half Sonyaroid, already changed into a gleaming white latex fetish outfit — waiting for her with a greeting.
"Ah, right! Of course, since we don't know what'll happen… I'll be really careful, so don't worry… Um, could you maybe trust me on this, Sonia unnie?"
From Sonia's point of view, the same scene read completely differently. The moment she got home, her creator Luce — looking strangely self-assured and bold — had declared she would take her other personality, Sonyaroid, into a dungeon on the premise of absolute obedience.
In Luce's pure, earnest eyes, Sonia felt an irresistible pressure — and, shamefully, a thrill she could barely admit even to herself.
"Th-that seems… a little strange, doesn't it, Luce…? I mean, going to a dungeon is a hassle, but…"
"Master, Sonyaroid concurs with Sonia's assessment. In its current state, Sonyaroid is judged unsuitable for the party-member role Luce-nim has described. Sonyaroid believes 'additional processing' is required, Master."
Both consciousnesses — Sonia and Sonyaroid — spoke at once, declaring Luce's plan to take Sonyaroid into a dungeon impossible.
Their reasons, however, were subtly different.
Sonia offered only a passive refusal: it was too weird, too embarrassing, so please just drop it.
Sonyaroid, by contrast, actively proposed a solution — that in its "current state" mission performance was impossible, and therefore additional processing for performance improvement was necessary.
"Additional processing…? What on earth is that supposed to mean, Sonyaroid…"
Sonia's consciousness muttered, seized by bewilderment. From the word "processing" that Sonyaroid had proposed, Sonia instinctively felt a vague terror that her body might be modified or her mind manipulated against her will — and, beneath it, a sweet anticipation she could not quite suppress.
"What's wrong with how you are now? And what's this additional processing? Ah… ah! If you're worried about other people finding out you're Sonyaroid, or about how to move around in a dungeon, don't sweat it! This Luce-nim will teach you everything from start to finish!"
Luce launched into an enthusiastic explanation of the plan she had been refining during her walk through the park. As Sonia looked now, no one would ever take her for Sky City's D-class hero — she was far too mechanical.
Yet she still retained enough human awkwardness that she didn't quite pass as a full android either. So why not simply order her to "act naturally, the way Sonia usually does," and use that as a disguise? It was a rather simple idea, but it cut straight to the heart of the problem — the kind of reasoning only creator Luce would start with.
"Luce-nim's assessment is correct. Sonyaroid's current appearance and behavioral patterns differ markedly from Sky City's typical humanoids or mechanized laborers. Therefore, the probability that other adventurers would immediately identify Sonyaroid as such is extremely high, Master."
"What are you even saying… Ah! Right, that's what I was getting at! Sonyaroid, you! What should we do? Before that… the spider legs are gone now, so I don't think I can call you up anymore… Is there any way to fix that first?"
For adventurer Luce, spider legs from low-grade monsters and worthless mana-stone dust were materials she could usually get her hands on without much trouble.
But even those ultimately required going into a dungeon herself. Buying them from a materials wholesaler would put a slight strain on Luce's thin wallet. She had already used up everything she had on hand, so unless she changed the "power settings" of the currently active Sonyaroid, there would be no way to activate this convenient mode again.
With no spider leg left to serve as a power button, a new solution was needed — and Luce earnestly sought counsel from both Sonia and Sonyaroid.
Like a craftsman pondering how to enhance a new piece of equipment, Luce's eyes shone with serious light. Sonyaroid drew an unnatural, doll-like smile across her lips and opened her mouth.
"Yes, Master, Luce-'nim.' There exists an integrated solution capable of resolving all of Luce-nim's concerns: the problem of Sonyaroid's disguise, the behavioral principles Luce-nim expects of Sonyaroid in the dungeon, and the issue of Sonyaroid's activation trigger."
"Really? I had no idea… Ah, go on, Sonyaroid…"
"The activation trigger — that is, the power button — is ultimately nothing more than a specific stimulus imprinted upon the mental domain of host-body Sonia. Therefore, rather than a biochemical stimulus utilizing spider-leg toxin, it is possible to reconfigure it as a psychological stimulus of a different kind, Master."
"A different kind…? What kind? Tell me more, Sonyaroid!"
Instead of pressing a spider leg against Sonia's skin until the toxin left her mind hazy, Sonyaroid was boldly proposing they replace the method entirely — stimulating the "Sonyaroid activation button" that existed inside Sonia's mind through some completely different means.
"In the end, once host-body Sonia — who was modified into me, Sonyaroid — becomes mentally dazed… h-host body… nngh…♡"
"That is the principle by which I, Sonyaroid, become able to move Sonia's body, is it not, Master? In that case, so long as the same result is induced — namely, a state of 'reduced judgment capacity in the host body' — reconfiguring Sonyaroid should be sufficient, I believe."
The moment Sonyaroid referred to her own body — that is, to Sonia — as the "host body," she registered the intense humiliation and arousal that the Sonia within was feeling. That wave of emotion traveled along her neural pathways and sent a sharp tingle between her thighs.
"Please proceed with the additional processing protocol, Master. Sonyaroid's Master, Luce-nim! I am fine with it, so please freely enjoy Sonyaroid's thoracic adipose tissue. Master…♥"
Before teal-haired Luce, Sonyaroid rose from her seat, slowly lifting both arms as she approached.
The milky-white bodysuit, clinging to her skin with a soft chwap, compressed Sonia's enormous E-cup breasts hard as it was pulled upward with them.
With a heavy, lewd sway…♡, the lewd masochist hero Sonia's breasts were thrust right before Luce's eyes.
It was as if she were reenacting, move for move, the scenes of a submissive slave offering her body to her master that Sonia had once studied on the adult video site Nebulix.
She slowly brought both raised hands behind her head and laced her fingers together, making the massive breasts — wrapped in the association-issue bodysuit that left her upper chest fully exposed — stand out even more exaggeratedly. Flesh crushed by the latex's pressure swelled as if ready to burst free.
The design itself left the upper chest bare, so if Luce simply slipped her hands in and pulled downward, Sonia's bodysuit chest piece would clearly peel away, bouncing free with elastic force.
Through the thin latex, the stiffly raised nubs of her nipples were plainly visible.
"W-why are you suddenly sticking your chest out, Sonya?! No… Sonyaroid! …I… they're bigger than mine… well, about the same, actually…"
A memory flashed through Luce's mind — the time she had gone to the Adventurers' Guild to have a breastplate fitted, and the blacksmith had quoted an absurd price, claiming the materials would cost twice as much. Of course, Luce quickly brushed aside a recollection that had no bearing on the present situation.
What mattered now was the behavioral protocol — and Sonyaroid's claim that the activation problem, which only appeared when spider-leg toxin left Sonia dazed, could be solved. That the whole thing hinged on the phenomenon of Sonia "going blank." Luce focused every nerve on those words.
"Additional procedures? Explain what that means, Sonyaroid! That's an order!"
A little worked up, Luce put extra force into the word "order," her expression bright with curiosity.
The dignity of a creator issuing an irresistible command to Sonyaroid. Of course, Luce knew that if it were something Sonia truly hated, she would refuse somehow — so this was also Luce's own way of seeking Sonia's permission in real time.
"The additional processing protocol is simple, Master. Host-body Sonia, whose personality was extinguished upon being modified into Sonyaroid, previously…"
Previously… previously…? S-surely it's not what I'm thinking… Sonyaroid… nngh?
Sonia… previously… when her mind went blank, Sonyaroid could move… previously… the times her mind had gone blank…
As a hazy past memory brushed through Sonia's mind, a cold shiver ran down her spine.
Sonyaroid was about to report, without a shred of falsehood, the deepest secret in Sonia's half-understood heart — directly to creator Luce-nim, the one imprinted as the object of absolute obedience.
For just a fleeting moment, a faint will strong enough to stop those words still remained in Sky City's D-class hero, Sonia.
(W-wait a second! Sonyaroid! S-s-s-surely it's not th-that, right? Right?)
Sonia's consciousness screamed desperately from within. Sonyaroid classified that frantic cry as "non-logical data error of the host body" and ignored it.
'If you say "that," the data is insufficient to determine what is being referenced, making a clear answer impossible. Upon searching past records related to the currently discussed "mental blankness," the data showing the highest correlation is…'
'You don't mean that thing where hearing the trigger word "Activate Lewd Drone Sonia Mode" turns you into Lewd Drone Sonia, who obeys Master's commands absolutely, do you?'
Sonyaroid's inner voice listed cold, merciless facts without a trace of emotion.
'Climbing into a virtual-reality machine like a pervert, treating roleplay as reality… and the moment you hear Master's "trigger word," revealing your true nature as a lewd drone. That is Sonia's true identity, is it not? Sky City hero is a cover identity. In truth, a lewd drone Sonia that anyone can do whatever they want with, so long as they know the password — the trigger word. Is that not correct?'
(Aaaah?! L-lewd drone… a lewd drone… th-that's too much…♡)
'Even if you judge it "too much," the facts do not change. For the sake of the great Master Luce-nim, reporting the secret code that can return you to Lewd Drone Sonia as quickly as possible… would that not be the greatest service a lewd drone Sonia could perform for Master?'
"Ah… no! Th-th-that password… the trigger word is… the word is…♡ If you just say that… it won't work, I tell you…!"
"…Sonya?"
Whether the humiliation and shame of being denounced as a lewd drone had set her entire body ablaze with arousal, the intimate, secret conversation between Sonia and Sonyaroid spilled out into the open.
Luce stared at Sonia with a baffled expression, completely lost. Still not even registering that the dialogue between the two consciousnesses was already audible to Luce, Sonia was desperately shouting at Sonyaroid.
"Something like Sonyaroid doesn't need to know… it's my own private secret…♡"
Those words were as good as a confession that there was an additional procedure beyond the password.