BAD ENDING 003 — D-Class Lewd Partner Drone Sonia 5
“...Sonia...? Are you okay...?”
Every procedure had finished, yet Sonia simply lay motionless on the floor.
Luce, still deliciously suckling Sonia’s erect nipples with her own inverted ones, asked after her friend’s well-being in a worried voice. She still had not fully grasped what her actions had wrought.
Then Sonia’s eyes slowly opened. A clear, mechanical light returned to her unfocused green pupils. Turning toward the small master perched atop her chest, she reported in a clear, soft voice.
“...Success. Master. Lady Luce.”
This time it was no uncertain spider-leg authentication. Through Luce’s own unique inverted-nipple verification method, the Sonyaroid had activated perfectly. Having absorbed the remnants of the lewd drone, she was reborn solely for one master: Sky City’s D-class hero, Sonia.
“The Sonyaroid’s breasts, fitted and connected to Master’s inverted nipples... are they satisfactory? I wouldn’t know.”
The Sonyaroid asked the question mechanically. Her voice was stripped of emotion, yet somewhere in it lingered a faint nuance of watching for her master’s reaction. Luce sensed that subtle shift and fell into confusion.
“...Sonia? You’re... the Sonyaroid right now, aren’t you?”
Luce was bewildered. The aggressive presence that had, only moments earlier, shoved fingers into her inverted nipples and forced the fit had been “Lewd Drone Sonia.” The one who had watched the entire process while writhing in pleasure deep inside like a bitch in heat must have been “just Sonia.” So what, exactly, was the being in front of her now?
“...? What’s wrong, Lady Luce?”
What stood before Luce was simply the Sonyaroid, staring blankly up at her master. A perfect doll in a glossy latex bodysuit, ready to move the instant a cleaning command was given. Luce found herself staring back at the doll that gazed at her so gently, already wondering whether a maid uniform over the latex bodysuit might look nice—because she was a Sonyaroid, after all.
Until an order was issued she looked like nothing more than a beautiful decorative mannequin, and that alone was enough. In the midst of this bizarre situation Luce felt herself gradually awakening to the pleasure of domination. What had begun as simple curiosity became, the moment she confirmed Sonia’s perfect obedience, a primal thrill of shaping another being to her own desires that began to rule her entire body.
Luce decided first to undo this strange coupling. She eased her body backward, trying to separate their breasts that had locked together like Lego bricks. With a cute yet obscene sound the nipples finally came free. It was time at last to speak of Luce’s original purpose—the reason this entire uproar had begun.
“Parties that just take anyone who walks in are dangerous, so I need a Sonia I can trust! Be my party... please!”
That reason, that purpose, had been the start of everything. The process had been far stranger and more lewd than she could have imagined, yet Luce had never forgotten her goal as a diligent adventurer.
“How about it... Lewd Drone Sonia Mode... ...♥”
Luce let out a sigh of relief and muttered the words without thinking. It was a fatal mistake. The phrase she had carelessly spoken contained, intact, the very programming-mode entry keyword she herself had set only moments earlier.
LEWD DRONE SONIA MODE ACTIVATED
“Yes, Master. Entering Sonyaroid programming mode.”
In an instant the Sonyaroid’s eyes clouded over again. Her voice lost the clarity of a moment before and returned to a flat, emotionless machine tone. She had regressed into a perfect passive doll.
“Wouldn’t it be fine to program me however Lady Luce desires? ...Programming mode on standby... Programming mode on standby... Programming...”
The Sonyaroid began repeating the same words endlessly. Luce, speechless at her own ridiculous blunder, could only stare blankly at the beautiful doll that had once more returned to perfect passive mode.
“How about it... Sonya... roid...?”
Luce’s voice trembled thinly. From the Sonyaroid’s perspective the world had been redefined. Master’s gaze was pouring onto her. In Luce’s sparkling blue eyes her own form was reflected completely. The white bodysuit specially fabricated to serve Master. The sensation of latex clinging tightly to her skin was excellent stimulation in itself, yet the real thing was elsewhere.
Her own nipples, shamefully erect. Those nipples rose through the latex coating and had been pressed firmly into Luce’s inverted nipples, locked solid. This moment of perfect coupling—so complete that even pulling would not free them—was precisely when the true value of the bodysuit was proven.
It was no mere contact. A mechanical sense of stability, as if physically linked to Master and exchanging data. Sonia’s mind recognized the coupling as Master’s “login key” and “activation trigger,” and that recognition converted instantly into supreme pleasure.
“Yes... Lady Luce... Master...♡ Lady Luce’s command... confirmed...♡”
A new code of conduct settled firmly in her heart. Lady Luce’s Sonyaroid. The Sonyaroid that obeyed Lady Luce absolutely. The Sonyaroid that served Lady Luce. The Sonyaroid that existed solely to satisfy Lady Luce. For the creator who had made her, she would move with all her strength.
“Hnn... hah...♡ Something like that is what the Sonyaroid should be doing for Master... haah...♡”
“Don’t worry about it... Soniaaa...♡”
Luce’s fingers gently stroked the Sonyaroid’s lower belly. Master’s touch pressed, pressed again, exactly on the spot where the payment barcode hologram faintly floated. At Luce’s playful caresses that deliberately stimulated only the points to which the Sonyaroid’s system reacted most sensitively, a pleasant current ran through the Sonyaroid’s entire body.
“Hnn... hyaah...♡ hia... hit... it... Lady Luce...♡ The Sonyaroid is not... a toy...♡”
“No. The Sonyaroid is a toy. Right? Look, Soniaaa... Because Sonia makes such sweet sounds for me... my breasts are deliciously eating Sonia’s nipples... aren’t they?”
Master already knew everything. In this very moment she was deliberately shaming her and savoring the reaction. The Sonyaroid was a toy that obeyed absolutely the Lady Luce who had created her. Simply recalling the definition Master had personally engraved in her heart a moment ago, and thinking how she might please Lady Luce even more, filled her head with a happiness so intense it felt ready to melt.
“The Sonyaroid is... Lady Luce’s toy... Master is deliciously biting the nipples of this sloppy toy Sonyaroid’s breasts... I’m being eaten by Master’s inverted pervert breasts... haah...♡”
Luce’s hand slowly descended, caressing the smooth surface of the bodysuit. Because she wore nothing underneath, the damp, soaked place registered clearly at her fingertips. Luce tapped, tapped, only that spot with stubborn persistence. Each time, the Sonyaroid’s body twitched of its own accord, and from her mouth only uncontrolled strange sounds continued to spill.
“Ma... Masterrr... if you touch me there like that... no... you mustn’t...♡ This lewd Sonyaroid is a pervert who feels it the moment Lady Luce touches her... please stop...♡ uah... ah... ah...♡”
The pleading voice cut through the stuffy air of the room. The heat raised by Sonia’s body temperature and Luce’s immature excitement created a dense humidity that even a dehumidifier could not keep up with. Of course the Sonyaroid’s pleas contained not a single grain of genuine refusal. Rather, every syllable dripped with a sticky structural signal of perverse craving—begging to be broken more deeply, more roughly.
The Sonyaroid’s system was already perfectly synchronized to Master’s behavioral patterns. It analyzed in real time the minute shifts of intention in each of Luce’s touches, the differences in fingertip pressure, even the speed of skin-brushing contact. The analyzed data converted instantly into pure pleasure signals and transmitted directly into Sonia’s brain nerves. The inefficient process of passing through human sensory organs was omitted; only the essence of pleasure burned through her central nervous system.
Despite the earnest, lewd requests, Luce’s fingers showed no sign of stopping. No—rather, Luce’s brain, receiving the Sonyaroid’s reaction data through a mutual resonance loop, opened its eyes to new stimuli and grew bolder and more explicit.
Luce slid slowly downward from the Sonyaroid’s smooth lower belly, where the faint barcode hologram shimmered with blue light. It was a careful yet greedy motion, like tracing a finger down an unexplored dungeon map. At last her fingertip reached its destination. She began lightly pressing the already soaked center, the place wrapped by the cutting-edge latex bodysuit issued by MegaCorp.
At first the latex surface had made a dry, squeaking friction sound; now, soaked by the hot fluids flowing from the Sonyaroid’s body, it had turned into a wet, sticky texture. The firm resilience that gently accepted the pressure of Luce’s fingers and then elastically pushed back. Each time the sensation traveled through her fingertips, Luce felt a thrilling sense of conquest.
It was the pure sensation of domination—of playing with a living creature, no, with an expensive toy perfectly designed to respond only to her. A pleasure of a completely different dimension from the feeling of cutting down monsters, a pleasure like directly ravaging a mind, drew a faint smile to Luce’s lips.
As she gradually applied more force to her fingertips, the sensitive part swollen beneath the thin yet steel-strong latex became even more distinct. Inside the Sonyaroid an unstoppable flood seemed already underway; hot love juices flowed without pause, making the latex surface even more slippery.
The Sonyaroid’s most precious and secret place. A service site prepared perfectly so that Master could enjoy it to her heart’s content whenever she wished.
Luce’s fingers, caressing the sticky surface, finally seemed to decide on a target and began pressing, pressing the single hardest-risen point. The sole organ that existed to receive pleasure. The antenna that transmitted external stimuli to the brain. Each time the shamefully honest erect nipple was relentlessly violated through the thin latex, the Sonyaroid exhaled sweet sighs.
“You’re... this soaked already? Pervert Sonia... as expected, Sonia is a hopeless pervert...”
Luce whispered with the satisfied smile of a victor. Watching the beautiful creation collapse helplessly under her still-clumsy touch was a joy greater than any dungeon treasure. The desire of a Sonyaroid’s caretaker, newly awakened in that place, began to outpace the adventurer who had once naively yearned for unknown worlds.