Chapter 380 – 229 Useful Item… Discovery…♥
It’s also like the fact that he’s wearing dark purple equipment instead of the usual black bodysuit,
A uniquely shaped bodysuit that covers breasts larger than those of brainwashed combatants, whose breast size is additionally manipulated to avoid selling them.
I thought even combatants wore clumsy latex bodysuits…
The outfit of the brainwashed combatant who walks out of the cross-corridor and suddenly looks in this direction is… A bodysuit that looks a bit unique.
Even if it is a visor that covers the eyes. Even if I understand it, I have seen brainwashed fighters who only thought of it as love dolls often wearing devices that look like they are glued to their ears…
A brainwashed combatant’s armor made of a blonde busty woman who looks a little… A little different.
“Bo… Purple… Battle… Won… Uh…?
So… It’s definitely not body paint or something…?”
So that the developed nipples can be easily managed by the administrators, if they come to their senses, they will move back and forth and submit to the forced climax neutralization program.
The nipples and clitoris are fitted with a set of golden training rings that normally act as pleasure input devices.
The black-purple bodysuit of a high-level brainwashed combatant that covers the nipples where the rings are inserted appears to be a bodysuit… But it is not a full-body bodysuit made of processed latex…
(Uh… It’s really thin…? It’s not that thin…)
A bodysuit made of tough latex that shrinks as it stretches.
I already knew that the black brainwashed combatant bodysuit was the default option for love dolls, so I touched it here and there, looked at it, and felt ashamed… But… Licked it. Natrix, who has even masturbated by pressing her enlarged clitoris, can’t help but be drawn to the brainwashed combatant bodysuit with a quite different design.
Humanoids are treated as low-level robots and are treated lower than female-type free androids, but lower than square humanoid robots that were created from the beginning as work assistance robots.
This is because it is a brainwashing combatant that brainwashes people by fiddling with their heads rather than using mechanized procedures. Chest movement that doesn’t exist in such low-end, cheap, entry-level Humanoids. The breasts of a brainwashed combatant that move with each breath and exhale.
Even the brainwashed combatants who were tricked into thinking they were love dolls showed a breathing process in which their chests rose and fell repeatedly. Press gently to return to original state. In order to return to its created form, the wearer’s body is squeezed,
The breasts of this brainwashed combatant are different from the black bodysuit of the regular brainwashed combatant, which presses and marks the erect nipples. Dark purple bodysuit
(Huh… Shaking?)
I wouldn’t say it’s a tent, but it’s natural for the brainwashed combatants who have undergone breast enlargement treatment to be sold as sex dolls to have enlarged breasts and a latex bodysuit that clings to their lower abdomen, leaving a slightly bulging empty space.
But that shameless pervert outfit right before your eyes. Wearing a black-purple latex bodysuit…
Of course, becoming a brainwashed combatant means that you have been forcibly kidnapped and brainwashed to the point where you are forced to do things you don’t want to do…
(Because I was a victim… I had no choice but to wear it. So…)
So, pervert the victim who has become a combatant before your eyes. Natrix decided to look at it from the perspective of a poor victim who was inevitably defeated and brainwashed by the violence of power, rather than a person who walks around wearing an obscene fetish outfit.
Of course, I told myself that if I were to fight the brainwashed combatant in front of me, I would definitely lose. Natrix observing a slightly different brainwashed combatant bodysuit.
Below the breasts. It’s a bodysuit that sticks to the navel as if it’s sticking out, but thanks to the abnormal size of the breasts, the bodysuit that should be a tent is not everywhere, and it’s a black-purple bodysuit that sticks to the inside of the navel.
If it is a bodysuit that is intentionally made to fit properly into the belly button… Then it is a more pervert lewd fetish outfit… But otherwise…
Natrix looks up and observes the bodysuit that clearly shows the dividing line of the areola and thickly covers the nipple as if it were coated.
The lewd ends of breasts. Natrix was staring at the lower breasts, the breasts gathered together like water balloons, without realizing that the corners of her mouth had become loose without her knowledge.
“Bah… Body… Pain… T…?”
A strange type that applies paint directly to the skin. Natrix learned of the existence of a strange class of people who wear extremely thin bodysuits made with special latex paint after reading a list of requests from a succubus sex shop.
However, a high-level brainwashed combatant walks down the hallway wearing a bodysuit that is thinner… But more shiny than the latex painting.
(This… This way… Wow? And isn’t it body paint?)
Again. Ttogak.
Natrix stiffened at the sight of the brainwashed combatant for the first time, and the brainwashed combatant walked towards us, lowering the combatant’s high heels made of hardened latex as if stepping hard on the white metal tile.
A brainwashed combatant in a black and purple bodysuit who walks without hesitation in front of the frozen Natrix.
“Location data upload complete.”
A brainwashed combatant with a data chip in his head that uploads the entire map data of the hideout building.
A brainwashed combatant who began entering location data of places he had never seen before, without even having time to question why this data was needed.
“Installation begins.”
A brainwashed combatant who uses the body of a weak-looking girl to say things that no one will listen to, saying that she has downloaded the necessary data in her head and will install it.
As Natrix gets closer, she just stares at the brainwashed combatant, who looks distinctly different from an ordinary person.
“Now… Let’s sleep… Too close…?”
Natrix laughs, but this time, her eyes are colored purple, and the decoration on her bodysuit looks strangely bright. She closes the most important eye out of fear of being brainwashed or something.
A cute black-haired, tanned, busty elf who just closes her eyes thanks to her ankles being so stiff that she can’t even find the option of stepping back. It’s Natrix… But a new stimulation begins because of those big breasts.
“Map data installation. Completed”
“Chest… Chest…”
A brainwashed combatant in a black and purple bodysuit walks up and tells Natrix that the installation is complete before taking a step and then stops.
If I had walked one step further, I would have stepped on Natrix’s feet with my hard slime latex high heels.
It was too much for the unilaterally large breasts of the brainwashed combatant, but a new stimulation occurred thanks to Natrix’s large, tanned breasts, which were quite large in their own right.
“This… What is this… Ah…♡”
Thanks to the brainwashed combatants who have become frozen with emotionless expressions,
Covered in a black-purple latex bodysuit… A ridiculous scene where the nipples, developed like thick grapes by the body development bodysuit, are pressing against one’s own nipples.
If it was a robot, if it was a low-end Humanoid, it would be okay. It would have ended once nipples touched nipple and Natrix took a step back. What you see before your eyes is the last remaining brainwashed combatant of Chaos, a villain organization made out of people. Sonia.
A training device that always tightens the nipples. The erogenous zone has become harder thanks to the golden nipple ring. A nipple that is induced to change the personality proportions of the real combatant program when twisted.
To the extent that it is made of living people. The brainwashed combatant’s breasts naturally sway slightly…
“Tsk…♥”
A part-time job at a succubus morale store where a brainwashed combatant with his head messed up accepts his erect nipples being rubbed against her breasts over and over again. Natrix.
I’ve never been brainwashed or hypnotized, but the sunlight shining through the cracks hits the brainwashed combatant’s bodysuit.
Also, Natrix’s eyes shine as if they have turned purple as she looks at the breasts of a brainwashed combatant who is rubbing her nipples on her own breasts.
“If… If it stays like this… Just like that… Go… Go…♡”
Needless to say, the flimsy clitoris that gets bigger every morning has grown to the size of a clitoris, but the brainwashed combatant approaches and stops,
Natrix begins to feel moist as her breasts shake and the feel of her nipples gently scraping her latex sex shop employee uniform.
It seemed as if he had been charmed by a brainwashed combatant who had succeeded in denying his identity as a corpuscle. Just as I was about to slowly place my open mouth on a breast covered in strange mucus latex.
Click. The sound of something spinning in the brainwashed combatant’s body and chest.
“Confirm command. Move to storage room.
…♥”
With only one word left. Without hesitation, I entered the white metal hallway. A brainwashed combatant who moves forward without hesitation according to the map data uploaded in his head.
“Ah… Storage… Room?”
Normally, Natrix would have been searching around the room where expensive-looking microscopes were scattered around, but…
(If it’s a storage room… There might be something useful… I don’t know…?)
“I think I’ve already found something useful…”
They touched each other’s nipples, although they were blocked by the brainwashed combatant’s bodysuit and the latex fetish outfit from the succubus sex shop right next to the academy. Natrix decided to follow the brainwashed combatants who rubbed their nipples against each other.
Natrix was holding back the wetness between her legs and struggling with her already hardened clitoris as she followed behind the black-purple bodysuit combatant.
