Chapter 386 – 235 Manipulating Abandoned Combatants at Will
Although it wasn’t a small spark that sparked when you lightly pressed your belly button. A brainwashing combatant management device that is placed around Sonia’s eyes and sends an electric current through her entire body while making a crackling sound.
Everything below the neck. The armor of a brainwashed combatant that begins to change as soon as a strong spark is transmitted from a full-body latex bodysuit that covers the entire body. bodysuit.
This is not the naked body of a brainwashed combatant, which is created by transparently hiding under the skin of a brainwashed combatant.
To manage brainwashed combatants more easily. Spark electric shock sufficient to stun enhanced brainwashed combatants.
-Brainwashed combatant…5094… Ho… Climax…♥
It was an electric shock so strong that it almost damaged the data chip in my head,
Contrary to her data chip combatant personality with a delayed calculation speed, Sonia is a brainwashed combatant with a calm expression and a visor ready to receive information from the visor placed in front of her engraved eyes.
“Now I look and see what it is, but I don’t know anything…”
I just designated a combatant and pressed the management button, and a large visor was attached to her face.
A brainwashed combatant with busty blonde hair whose bodysuit appeared to have slightly melted, perhaps thanks to the sparks from the electric shock.
I looked at the management display again, but the system files must have been damaged, and it returned to the start screen as if someone had taken the whole thing out.
“I thought it was going well… But how did you get all the way here without getting hurt?”
Natrix, I was secretly hoping that there would be a button for owner settings in combatant management.
Natrix, a black-haired, tanning succubus with experience working part-time at a sex shop, gave up after tapping around the display where the program seemed to have disappeared, and then looked appreciatively at the brainwashed combatant whose appearance had changed.
All that’s left is a brainwashed combatant in a dark-purple bodysuit that looks like it’s peeled off, rather than melted, with his hands raised behind his head.
Whatever the reason, the breasts and side breasts are slightly lifted thanks to raising both hands.
Did you get full-body hair removal treatment at a skin treatment center? Also, the armpits have shiny skin, probably because they added a gloss treatment afterward.
“Brainwashed combatant… Sonia… Climaxed…
… Climax… I’m watching… Ah…♥ Brainwashed combatant Sonia was at her peak.”
“Did you say that?!
Bye… Did you just walk down the hallway like a pervert?”
“Hallway…♥… I… I climaxed. Brainwashed combatant Sonia…♥”
(This… I said it was a hallway… So they thought I was walking down the hallway like a pervert and left, right?)
As he came from a succubus sex shop. Also, as Natrix has been nominated by relatively younger academy students, she naturally knows the ‘culmination declaration’ that is made immediately whenever she leaves.
Rather than knowing, he is dressed in a sedating medical latex suit
Natrix has done a lot of things by giving Academy students heart-shaped stickers soaked in sonic slime.
“Not…!”
Natrix shakes her pigtailed black hair and sends the useless incident of a sex shop into the distance.
The brainwashed combatant ignored himself like a robot and entered the combatant storage room…
There was no response there either, but sparks flew from the visor, which was said to be a management device and had an electric shock function, and this time, he showed off his obscene armpits and declared an orgasm with his mouth every time he twitched.
(Did you say hallway…?)
She is wearing a latex fetish outfit with her nipples and clitoris tightened with rings. Brainwashed combatant’s outfit. I just asked if you were walking around dressed as a pervert…
A brainwashed combatant who, as soon as asked, climbed on top of academy students and pinched their nipples as an additional service, and said orgasmic declarations as if he thought they were dirty words.
What is certain is that the story is about a hallway made of shiny white metal, and the word “Corridor” Is clearly mentioned before the climactic declaration of return.
(… That means… You’re in a trance…)
I don’t know how to use machinery or have any scientific knowledge. At most, all I have is the knowledge I have learned physically, such as lifting a convenience store tile without breaking it.
I know this knowledge as a Natrix who worked hard enough to receive a full-time job offer at a succubus sex shop.
Although it is not sexual knowledge. Natrix succeeded in accurately hitting the state of the brainwashed combatant, who was smiling with his mouth wide open like a doll.
Click when someone completely removes the program from the combatant storage room management device instead of copying it.
A management visor device that created enough sparks to strangely deform the bodysuit of a brainwashed combatant who fell helplessly.
All the fixing frames and scaffolding devices holding the brainwashed combatant’s ankles were dismantled, leaving only the brainwashed combatant sitting barely leaning against the wall.
The brainwashed combatant storage room where the program has disappeared, with only one brainwashed combatant remaining.
And such brainwashed combatants. Natrix slowly approaches behind the brainwashed combatant who has ‘declared’ herself to be brainwashed combatant Sonia.
“I’m not a succubus, but… I never thought I’d use what I learned in this way. And… How can I bear this…?”
Huge breasts with mannequin-like skin, all the way to the areolas glistening with oil, and armpits that are lifted and shown as if on purpose.
A latex bodysuit that appears to be damaged, but no matter how you look at it, it has clearly been changed from armor equipment to a fetish item.
A technique taught by a succubus sex shop to slowly draw out information by whispering in your ear when you continue to climax and your eyes become weak.
They said it was for the purpose of checking whether they were planning to credit customers who paid postpaid, not prepaid, but…
A brainwashed combatant found in a hideout while leaving Aka City.
Natrix, who succeeded in returning the combatant in the purple-black bodysuit from a rigid robot to a trance state, as if by luck she was compensating for all the fraud she had suffered.
After seeing the brainwashed combatant’s eyes, where the management visor had fallen off and the gold, but dim light had disappeared.
(Because the body has already been developed…)
Looking at the nipple rings that were inserted into the thick breasts to prevent them from falling out. Natrix gently presses her nipples, which have suddenly become hard.
(… It looks like you don’t need any tools?)
As a bonus, Natrix, a part-time worker at a sex shop, packed each case and put it in the bottom of her bag. It was too cumbersome to take out the equipment, so she just had to do it by hand.
It is equally shiny, but the inside that touches your skin is a long glove made of medical latex that absorbs irritating substances.
Not only was his physical development complete, but his ego was seriously damaged. Obscene equipment called nipple rings and cleaning rings are inserted,
Natrix was confident that just her fingers would be enough to extract information from brainwashed combatants who were in a trance.
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“Combatant Sonia… I reached my peak… I reached my peak…♥”
Black long glove type. The breasts of a brainwashed combatant whose soft and squishy feel is transmitted to the fingertips even when kneaded with latex gloves that are a bit thick and hard to feel.
“Ahh… Ugh… Haan…♥”
The first one was the number one contributor to that foolish adventurer party.
Like a brainwashed combatant who suddenly started moving after being kept still in a plastic case like a love doll,
Natrix was worried that someone might attack her like in a typical movie.
“I’m not saying I climaxed, right?”
“Yes…♥ I’m at my peak…♥ The combatant is at my peak…♥”
Narrix, who had been discussing alone about the dangers of a brainwashed combatant who had changed from a robot state to a trance state, disappeared, and sat the brainwashed combatant down against him as if he was fiddling with dough, then kneaded his breasts. 〉
A former succubus working part-time at a sex shop, gently touching the missing part of her latex bodysuit. Natrix.
“This… Isn’t this…!”
The brainwashed combatant, whose eyes have disappeared, opens his mouth wide and declares that the climax is complete. Natrix slightly changed to say the declaration of the climax.
I had become addicted to touching breasts, and when I found myself drooling magical essence with my clit getting red. After rubbing it on the hips of the brainwashed combatant.
I thought about whether he would have gone to jail if he had been just a person who didn’t know anything instead of an abandoned brainwashed combatant…
Also, the more I think of it, the more obscene brainwashed combatants are nothing more than discarded fixtures than the horny obscene love dolls like pervert.
The more you accept the reality that you are the one who found the abandoned and neglected high-class love doll, the more it hardens and releases the magic essence.
Although I can barely hold back the ejaculation, I can feel the symptoms of mana depletion. Natrix has already been crushed by the buttocks of a heavily brainwashed combatant.
