BAD ENDING 003 — D-Class Lewd Partner Drone Sonia 6
"Th-that… Master is the one who took this drone's lewd, erect nipples and shoved them so deliciously into her inverted ones… hngh…♡ Th-that's enough… please stop, Master…♡"
Sonyaroid managed the protest between broken, hitching breaths. Her core control switches — those stiff, swollen nipples — were buried deep inside Luce's inverted ones, locked so thoroughly there was no pulling free.
This physical joining of their breasts was the perfect proof of a master-and-servant bond. Master was already fondling her lower half; the only thing left had been her chest. She had wanted to soothe herself with her own breasts, but even that was impossible now that they were so firmly fused. Sonyaroid's tits already belonged to Luce.
She reminded herself once more that everything she was already belonged to Luce.
Her nanomachines kept flooding her thought circuits with pleasure signals that declared obedience and devotion the highest of all values.
Sonyaroid abandoned every last scrap of resistance and raised both hands high toward the ceiling. The submissive pose naturally thrust her full breasts forward, driving the nipples already lodged in Luce's inverted ones even deeper, even more painfully.
"Luce…-nim… thank you for pressing this sloppy… hnn…♡ this sloppy lewd Sonyaroid's clitoris…♡ The erect nipples you let sink into your inverted ones… and this filthy clit… they all belong to Luce-nim…♡ Pull them as hard as you want… as much as you desire…♡"
It was a perfect declaration of surrender. Sonyaroid offered up her will and every inch of her body to her Master. The subject "I" had vanished; the only reason she existed now was as the object — "Luce-nim's property."
"Pull them? You want me to pull them like this… Sonya?"
Luce echoed the words with playful cruelty. Her blue eyes glittered with dangerous mischief and sadistic hunger.
The same sharp mind that once shone brightest in a dungeon's crises was now devoted entirely to finding the most efficient ways to torment her partner.
"Y-you're already… pulling them, Master! Hn… nngh…♡"
Before Sonyaroid's half-screamed answer could even finish, Luce was already demonstrating. She eased her upper body back just enough to draw the linked breasts taut, stretching the connection until it sang with tension.
At the same time, the fingers that had been toying with the lower switch curled their nails sharp and raked mercilessly across the sensitive flesh through the bodysuit.
Sonyaroid was Luce's filthy, lewd little robot. She could do nothing but obey her Master's capricious, cruel commands.
Trembling… her nipples were dragged along with Luce's breasts, flooding her with pleasure sharp enough to tear her apart, while below, Master's nails scraped raw, searing pain across her.
In the end she could not endure the double assault on her clitoris. She came, sloppy and helpless, right then and there.
The "special training" Luce had spoken of should have produced results by now — yet just as her erect nipples stood out blatantly through the underwear-less bodysuit, Sonyaroid's body answered Master's touch with shameless, honest lewdness.
Ah! In that instant a new idea sparked through her processors. Instead of this white latex bodysuit that so openly displayed the lewd erect nipples that stiffened at a single word from Luce… what if she wore the same kind of adventurer's outfit as Luce-nim?
But before the thought could leave her mouth, Master began sucking on Sonyaroid's breasts like soft pudding.
"Hi… hyaaah… mmph… ah-mmph…"
Probably a rejection. Still, Master enjoying her was exactly what a Sonyaroid was built for; she ought to be satisfied.
Then Master took the very same fingers that had been tormenting Sonyaroid's pathetic places and began rubbing them over her own striped panties, soothing herself — and Sonyaroid's circuits overloaded all over again.
Master was… masturbating.
With fingers still sticky with Sonyaroid's own fluids. It was as if she were using Sonyaroid herself as a toy — a picture of pure, delicious corruption.
That sight alone set the body that had just climaxed burning hot again. Come to think of it, she had never once seen Luce touch herself. Adventurers who spent so much time in dungeons often shared inns with partners or visited the Succubus Salon; yet Luce had never shown the slightest sign of either.
"Haaah… aah…♥ Sonya… Sonyaaa… your nipples… your fingers… Sonya's all over me… nngh… hngh… heh…?! Heugh…♥"
The moment she heard Luce's clumsy, desperate moans, Sonyaroid understood everything. Even dense little Sonyaroid finally saw Luce's secret. Luce was a virgin.
"Sonya… Sonyaaa…♡ D-don't move…♡ That's an order… an order…"
"Yes. Luce-nim… nn…"
Luce blurted the command in a flustered rush. All she had done was sink a single latex-coated nipple into her own inverted one, and already she was trapped, frantically rubbing the seam of her striped panties like a helpless amateur Master.
Sonyaroid froze exactly as ordered — still as a perfectly programmed mannequin, beautiful as a doll. Her mouth could still move, so she interpreted the command with precision: do not pull back and yank on the inverted nipples.
"Sonyaaa… Sonyaaa… nyaaah…♥ Ah… aah… there… riiight there…♡ Nooo…♡"
"Even if you say that… Master. You're the one deliciously biting down on Sonyaroid's heat-swollen nipples with your lewd switch-ports…♡"
"S-Sonyaroid… you…"
Luce glared up at her, mortified. But her fingers never stopped roaming over her own panties.
Every soft tap, tap of Master's dripping arousal only stoked Sonyaroid's excitement higher. Master was a liar. She was soaked this thoroughly and still pretending she was fine.
Yet Sonyaroid could feel it — the way Luce's own erect nipples squirmed inside the inverted ones, trying desperately to escape. Every time Master's and Sonyaroid's nipples brushed, they flinched and ducked their heads so adorably.
Look, Master. If I take these glossy latex fingers that get so wet the moment you touch them… and stroke that secret little cleft of yours…
"Hn… d-don't put it there… no… st-stop touching… Sonyaroid… hngh…♥"
When Sonyaroid's fingers tapped lightly against Luce's most sensitive spot through the thin cotton, Luce's hips jerked and shuddered beyond her control.
Sonyaroid pressed firmly into that lewd cow-part Luce-nim had never known — or had only pretended not to know — and a sweet lemon scent bloomed as even more wetness soaked the panties.
"Really, Luce…? …-nim? If you truly hate it, I'll stop and switch back to Sonia. Sonyaroid is the Sonyaroid who obeys Luce-nim absolutely… shall I switch?"
Just as she had been tormented, Sonyaroid deliberately circled and slipped past the clitoris, rubbing everything around it with slick, teasing strokes.
"…Uuh… Sonya… you…"
An answer that was no answer. That was enough.
"That's not it, is it. Luce…? …-nim? Even that side of you is cute…♡"
Sonyaroid's fingers finally found Luce's clitoris dead-on and flicked it lightly.
"Heugh… kuh…♡"
"'Kuh'… was it? Hehe… heeh… next comes 'kill me'…♡ right?"
Master thrashed like a landed fish. If Sonyaroid was killing the innocent adventurer Luce who had known nothing and helping her be reborn as a lewd inverted-nipple Master… then the words were not wrong at all.
"Master… you look like it feels good…♡ It does feel good… doesn't it… The Luce-nim who knew nothing — Sonyaroid will teach her thoroughly… I'll erase that innocent part of you completely…♡"
The fact that she was serving… the fact that she was scrambling her Master into a mess… sent the highest pleasure signals racing through Sonyaroid's system. The roles had reversed completely now.
"Come on! Let's move, Luce-nim! Hurry up and go!"
Playful urgency colored Sonyaroid's voice.
She swayed her body toward Luce — who still had her most fatal weakness, those erect nipples, clamped firmly in her mouth — like a giant dog begging for a walk.
"Since Master is controlling my switches, please walk out in front… Ei… ei…♡"
Sway… sway… The motion was blatantly deliberate. Every time she gave the slightest deliberate shake to the full breasts sheathed in glossy pure-white latex, dense vibration traveled straight through the physically linked nipples and inverted nipples into Luce's small body. It was no mere physical tremor.
It was lewd, efficient data transfer — injecting Sonyaroid's uncontrollable arousal directly into Master's nervous system.
"G-go? Nn… nngh… Sonya…? Wh-where are we even going?"
Luce's voice trembled thinly with unmanageable confusion and unfamiliar heat.
Her most sensitive, most shameful places locked tight to someone else's body, forced to take every vibration whole — her mind felt ready to burn white. Pride as a dominator and pleasure as the dominated tangled together until the dizziness was dizzying.
"Well… Master… there's only one destination, isn't there? Sonia's bed. It's wide enough for Sonyaroid to climb on top of Luce-nim… Completely erasing the innocent Luce-nim who knows nothing — that's both the duty and the 'basic protocol' of a Sonyaroid built just like lewd drone Sonia, right?"
Because Luce-"nim"'s order of "don't move" meant she could not walk herself, Sonyaroid was politely asking Master to take her to Sonia's bedroom bed.
Her eyes sparkled with pure devotion to service, yet the content of that service was pure perversion.
The feeling of being led by the nipples she's so deliciously biting… I can't stand it…♡ Thinking that, Sonyaroid stole Master Luce's lips without a shred of hesitation — exactly the way lewd drone Sonia would have.
Sonyaroid's firm waist pressed in tight. Luce's palms had been resting smoothly against the glossy rear of the bodysuit, but the sensation was completely different now.
Just like lewd drone Sonia… every sense rewired to feed straight into pleasure. Sonyaroid's burning body heat poured through the thin latex and into Luce's palms, vivid and alive.
"Mmph… mm… nngh… hyaa… ah-mmph…♡"
As if confirming the sweet taste of service, Sonyaroid's tongue freely ravaged the inside of Luce's mouth. The clumsy, feeble resistance lost its strength almost at once, and only the wet, obscene sounds of tongue twining with tongue filled the room.
Slowly, every ounce of strength began to drain from Luce's body. At last — limp… the hands that had been gripping Sonia's glossy waist went slack and hung uselessly downward.