BAD ENDING 003 — D-Class Lewd Partner Drone Sonia 2
She pressed Luce's palm firmly down until it completely covered her nipple, then, still gripping Luce's hand, began rolling it in slow circles over her own stiff peak.
Though it was Sonia's nipple being crushed under that pressure, the stimulating sensation made the tips of Luce's equally ample breasts begin to tremble as well, her breathing turning ragged.
"...So... Sonia...? What are you doing?"
"J-just a moment, Master... just a little more...♡... Th-there...♡ It's ready... Master...♡"
With those cryptic words, Drone Sonia slowly released Luce's hand.
She closed in on Luce—her soon-to-be Master—until their faces were nearly nose-to-nose.
Far from being embarrassed by her stiffly erect nipples, she thrust her chest out as if to flaunt them, then raised her hands once more. This time she draped her arms over Luce's shoulders and began tapping—tap, tap—with her fingers at the faintly raised points beneath Luce's thin T-shirt.
Tap... tap... She playfully drummed at the soft mounds rising through the fabric, then slipped her latex-gloved fingers—squeaking faintly—straight down inside Luce's T-shirt. They wormed their way into a bra that rivaled Sonia's own in size and began tapping and massaging the tips of Luce's breasts.
There were soft, slightly swollen rises—but the most important part, the nipples themselves, could not be felt. Luce had inverted nipples.
Perhaps if Sonia had shared the same condition, her nipples would never have been pulled free, and the terrible reawakening of her lewd-drone identity would never have occurred. But the switch was already flipped. Drone Sonia only pressed her smooth latex-sheathed fingers deeper into Luce's underwear, relentlessly seeking the hidden recesses where those inverted nipples lay concealed.
"So... Sonia...? Th-there...♡ Wh-wh... what do you mean, ready...? ...Ah... nn... this...♡"
"What else, Master...♡ Obviously, Master registration... and that this drone is ready to perform its first service... I won't hold back. I'll enjoy you thoroughly, Master♥"
Before Luce could even open her mouth to protest, the lewd drone Sonia lowered her head and moved—as if determined to silence the source of any objection at its root.
"So... Sonia...! Hiih...? St-stop! This kind of thing... with you... i-if we do this, our relationship will really... get weird!"
Luce's voice trembled thinly with fear and desperation, but not a flicker of emotion stirred in Drone Sonia's empty eyes. Her reply was cold and mechanical, like a pre-programmed voice prompt.
"It isn't weird, Master. Initiating Master authentication protocol♥"
"Sonia... nn... ah... I said stop... hngh?!"
Resistance was meaningless. Luce's casual outfit had been specially reinforced for easy dungeon runs or subduing the odd low-level villain she might meet on the street—her own custom gear. Now that practical clothing was helplessly peeled aside beneath Drone Sonia's sleek latex gloves.
Even the hooks of the revealed pearl-colored bra came undone with a soft click under those unhesitating fingers, and before the lewd drone's gaze, Luce's full, soft chest—ample enough to rival Sonia's own—was laid completely bare.
"Heh... heheheh... Master... this is where it itches, isn't it? This lewd drone Sonia will service you for Master's sake...♥"
To anyone who didn't know she was a hero, Drone Sonia's fingers would have looked delicate. Those squeaking latex tips now advanced slowly toward Luce's areolae, freed from the bra's confinement. With deliberately raised nails, she began to scratch that tender skin—little by little, ever so lightly, as if tickling. At the faint stimulation, Luce's body jerked and spasmed.
"...!?"
The raised nails tapped and scraped across Master Luce's inverted breasts, over those shy areolae. With the tip of a nail, Drone Sonia gently tugged the edges of the areola or pressed softly, confirming the head of Master's nipple hidden bashfully within. As if deliberately intent on ruining Luce's pretty shape, she began to knead and fondle them gently.
"Luce... Master... do you know how soft your breasts really are...? Chu...♡ I didn't have data that Master had inverted nipples...?"
"Chu...♡ ...Chuu, nn? No, no no no... no...! D-don't rub them, Sonia...! D-don't look...♡ Th-this is... a common condition, but... it's still weird!"
In this strange world where Succubus Salons thrived enough to operate by reservation only, and where Humanoids modified from humans and slave systems existed openly, inverted nipples—or an adventurer being jumped by her hero friend—might well have been a common occurrence. Of course, theory and reality were different. Embarrassing was embarrassing, and Luce cried out desperately.
And with good reason: Sonia had seized the breasts hiding Luce's inverted nipples—Luce who had been laid out as if pounced upon—and was lifting them slightly like trophies, flaunting them as if to say, look for yourself.
"Sonia... why... why are you... showing them... it's embarrassing..."
Luce's voice trembled thinly, thick with moisture. Her gaze couldn't quite meet Sonia's face; instead it locked onto her friend's nipples, starkly protruding through the glossy white latex. Unlike her own, those stiffly standing nubs flaunted their presence boldly, stirring shame and a strange, unidentifiable curiosity at once.
"Don't worry, Master. Master's nipples hid away like this because they were embarrassed too, didn't they?"
Drone Sonia's voice had been stripped of its usual languor—bright, yet somehow inhuman. Sonia's gaze fixed precisely on the small hollows where Luce's inverted nipples hid. Her eyes seemed to data-scan the skin texture and the minute degree of inversion, as if performing a precision scan.
"Master's faithful drone Sonia would love to correct Luce's inverted-nipple condition while we have the chance... but unfortunately, this unit does not currently possess an inverted-nipple corrector... Still... like this...♡"
Squeeze, squeeze. Drone Sonia's hand seized Luce's right breast. This was no mere caress. It was a mechanical motion—wrapping the entire breast and pressing deep with steady pressure, as if milking a cow. Pure mechanical curiosity, intent only on efficiency, trying to force the hidden nipple out.
Slap, slap. The sound of glossy white latex gloves sticking to bare skin and peeling away filled the room. Luce's body flinched and trembled. The perverse thrill of having her breasts toyed with by a friend; the sweet, strange numbness spreading from breasts crushed under the smooth latex touch. Caught in a whirl of confusing sensations, Luce could only roll her eyes helplessly.
"So... Sonia... i-if you do this..."
"If I do this? What happens if I do this? You need to be a little more honest, Master."
Luce's breasts kept trying to slip free of her grasp because of the slick skin, but Sonia's white latex gloves clung on stubbornly and refused to let go. With one hand she firmly fixed Luce's breast in place; with the fingers of the other she pressed the shyly closed areola and spread it open to either side. It was like a precise surgical procedure to expose the hidden center.
Then she brought the tip of her index finger to Luce's timidly hidden inverted switch and began tapping it lightly—tap, tap. Every time the glossy, slightly cool latex brushed that sensitive spot, the teal short-haired adventurer girl flinched and shuddered her shoulders.
"So... nia...♡"
"Aha...♡ Finally opening your heart, Master? Don't worry! Drone Sonia is... ah... ah... eheh...♡ Drone Sonya? Sonia? Sonyaroid? Sonyaa...? ...Continuing Master authentication protocol... continuing...♡"
For a moment, noise seemed to crackle through Drone Sonia's voice as multiple personality designations mixed and spilled out. The green light in her pupils flickered faintly, hinting at an error in data processing, but Luce didn't notice. Her mind was already growing hazy from the strange stimulation to her inverted nipples.
The finger that had been rolling around inside the inverted hollow tapped—tap—against the nipple head. As Luce's nipple began to swell slightly in response to the stimulation, Sonia instead pushed it deeper, teasing her. She pressed it in firmly, then, when withdrawing her finger, relaxed the fingers that had been spreading the areola so the latex would rub against the tender flesh surrounding the nipple—imprinting the sensation.
"Sonia...♡"
Under the drone's dazzling finger work, the space between Luce's legs began to grow strangely warm. Even though she had only received nipple massage, the switches at the tips of Luce's breasts were already stiffly rigid.
"Heh... heheh... Master... Luce-nim... you're so cute... Your breasts are this big... as big as this lewd drone Sonia's... yet so small and cute... inverted nipples that make it a shame to pull them out right away... I'm jealous... Giving a reward to nipples like those is the duty of Master's faithful drone Sonia...♡"
Even Luce, who had begun to melt into the lewd atmosphere, clearly registered that the finger inside her inverted nipple belonged to Sonia.
"Master. 'I'm putting it in.'"
"Y-you...? Your finger...? ...Nn... Sonia... please...♡"
In the end, Luce abandoned resistance. She decided to leave the consequences for when she came back to her senses to her future self, and for now, surrender her body to the perverse pleasure of accepting Sonia's strangely throbbing fingers.