Chapter 387 – 236 Manipulating Abandoned Combatants at Will
(It’s not hypnotic powder or charm magic…)
(Because I fell into a trance state due to consecutive climaxes)
(Huh… How weird has this gotten…?!)
“Combatant Sonia. Climax… Ah… Ugh…♥”
Although it is a trance state similar to a hypnotic state. A brainwashed combatant who can’t communicate properly… But reacts honestly when you touch him.
As with the armor bodysuits worn by combatants, Natrix continued to rub her breasts without taking off her gloves, thinking that there might be chemicals left on her breasts, which were developed as body development bodysuits.
“Ha… Ah…♥”
While massaging the brainwashed combatant’s breasts, which were made to be like love dolls to be sold on the black market instead of being broken in any case, the magic essence is leaking out from the clitoris.
A pervert elf whose erect nipples can no longer be hidden even in a sex shop uniform made of medical latex. Natrix.
“Good… Scent…♡”
He is a brainwashed combatant who has clearly been left unattended for a long time, and I just went a little closer to rub his hair, skin, and hard nipples that were sticking out of his medical latex uniform…
The scent of a brainwashed combatant so sweet that it makes your head feel slightly numb.
A brainwashed combatant that fills the brainwashed combatant’s storage room filled with odorless white metal tiles with the sweet scent of a female in heat.
A brainwashed combatant that Natrix discovered and decided to possess.
“This… Isn’t the time… Because we don’t have much time…”
A top quality love doll that will make you forget what you decided not to turn on the happiness circuit. Brainwashed combatants.
He has already somehow returned ownership of the brainwashed combatants to himself and made them follow him…
Since he is an illegal elf who cannot get a highway bus ticket, Natrix chose a blonde, busty, brainwashed combatant as his partner to walk through the wasteland.
(First, if we don’t clearly find out what this combatant feels… And the erogenous zone…)
In a trance state, it was already possible to induce the climax from a declaration of completion to a declaration of a planned climax…
The only way that comes to mind right now is to investigate the erogenous zones and train these brainwashed combatants, not mechanical robots, to take them out.
What Natrix is trying to do is target the erogenous zones of brainwashed fighters who are in a trance state. Finding out your playing preferences.
Of course, since it is known that this combatant can speak a little better, I will start by asking about Sonia…
Natrix’s situation is definitely different from the case where an ordinary lover hypnotizes the other person and asks about their partner’s preferences or erogenous zones.
Right now, I want to insert the claw cock that is leaking magical power into the brainwashed combatant in the black and purple bodysuit that looks like a string swimsuit. If you do that, you don’t know how the brainwashed combatants will react…
(It feels so good just by touching my breasts… But once I do it… I don’t have confidence after that…)
A scene that comes to mind even without imagining it.
A love doll that I have met for the first time in a long time, who can freely use her clit cock against the brainwashed combatant’s developed body. The moment she pushes it into the brainwashed combatant, she ejaculates her magic essence… A future where she faints in the outskirts due to exhaustion of magical power, never knowing what might come out at any time.〈 Br〉
“Answer what I hear from now on?”
Natrix, a part-time worker at a sex shop, gently massages the breasts of brainwashed combatants who try to answer as soon as they finish speaking.
“Huh… Ah… Haan…♥
Yes… Okay… Nidaa…♥ Brainwashed Combatant Sonia… Climax… Ah… Ahh…♥”
Sonia, a brainwashed combatant who reacts uncharacteristically of a brainwashed combatant when you rub her chest.
There is even an imprint left on the pupil as evidence that the ego has been operated so seriously that it has been erased.
Natrixgi knows that even if you push a claw dick into the repaired love doll, it doesn’t respond and instead remains stiff like a doll mannequin.
(Then… Is it a combatant that has just been created? Or is it a… Combatant that has never been used…♡)
Natrix tried to analyze it calmly, but she got uncontrollably excited and hardened, pressing the magic essence onto the buttocks of the brainwashed combatant.
Natrix lightly applies the magical essence leaking from the excited and erect clitoris with her finger and presses it to the erect clitoris of the brainwashed combatant who can no longer hide, allowing it to seep into the clearing.
“… There… There… Feeling… Good…♥”
It was only then that the investigation into Natrix’s brainwashed combatants began.
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I have a lot to ask, though. First, slightly weaken the breasts of the brainwashed combatants. Natrix asks while raising her hand as if she were just placing her palm on it.
“Having your breasts pressed like this. Does it feel good?”
“… Yes… I feel good… Ah…♥”
A dark-purple latex bodysuit that changed from a full-body bodysuit to a slingshot bikini thanks to sparks spreading from the management visor.
A lewd brainwashed combatant who slowly turns the seat he sits on as he sucks all the love juices of the brainwashed combatant completely dark purple.
“Then next time… How about rubbing your chest?
Is it okay if I massage a little harder?”
“Yes… Yes hehe…♥ Please massage…♥”
It’s soft, but it definitely feels different from the brainwashed fighters who were made into ordinary people.
Natrix is overcome by the urge to immediately put her breasts in her mouth and roll the nipples around, as they spring back bouncily, like a soft, soft feeling even when she presses them as hard as she can.
The lower abdomen twitches and lifts slightly when the breasts are pressed. A brainwashed combatant in a black-purple bodysuit who was fed, but whose clitoris marks remain.
This time, the tip of the areola full of pink oil as if held between fingers. Natrix grabbing a nipple.
“Uh… How are you…?”
“Huh…! Ah… Ah… There… There…♥”
A brainwashed combatant who reacts quickly when I grab her voluptuous breasts and gently pinch her nipples.
It’s clear that she’s been brainwashed to the point where she proudly walks around in such obscene outfits, but her nipples are probably sensitive and have already been tightened by the nipple ring, so they’re hard and obscene.
“Ugh… I just grabbed it lightly, but it flinched right away?
After all, even if you become a brainwashed combatant, your nipples are still sensitive, right?”
A nipple that has been used for various purposes by brainwashed combatants, becoming even stiffer due to the fact that it is slightly caught.
The allusion has become blurred and has improved, but it used to be a switch that activates the pornographic drone Sonia. Also, there is a switch that switches to a strange maid robot personality called Sonya Lloyd.
This time, if the nipple training nipple ring inserted into the nipple is slightly twisted, the personality ratio, which is now operating equally a combatant and half, will change. Sonia’s nipples with various triggers applied.
“Yes… Yes! Nipples… Are very… Sensitive… Ah…♥… Howu…♥
Brainwashed Combatant Sonia! Climax… I did it!”
A black-haired, tanned elf that I had never seen before and that I couldn’t even recognize properly had my nipples lightly pinched with my fingers…
A brainwashed combatant who just rolls a little with his finger and declares climax as ordered.
Write down ‘nipple weakness’ in a notepad in your mind
Natrix caresses your weak points like a button.
While using my best ability to whisper into the earlobe, which is an effective way to convey information to someone who is in a trance state.
“Having your breasts touched like this… And your nipples being softened… You like it, right?”
“I don’t know… Haha…?”
A brainwashed combatant who answers no to questions asked to find out if he had been sexually exploited before being kidnapped.
I don’t know if it’s a stress reliever that you can enjoy alone or alone. It’s natural that you don’t like it when a stranger suddenly approaches you and touches your nipples, but…
Also, a brainwashed combatant wearing an anti-fa bodysuit in a trance state who answers that he doesn’t know instead of saying he doesn’t like it.
“If you ask me to answer whether I like it or not, which would it be?”
As he continues to ask questions, he wonders if the love doll that responds by twitching sensitively every time he gently rolls it is cute, or if he is trying to show off his possessiveness towards the brainwashed combatant who has become his property.
“Do you like it or not?”
This time, Natrix caressed my nipples a little harder and asked a question in my ear.
A brainwashed combatant who flinches from the stimulation that causes his mind to fly for a moment as he pulls on his nipple.
“Huh…?!”
The golden eyes of the brainwashed combatant, whose brightness has disappeared but can still be seen clearly, blink repeatedly as if they are turning off and on.
The brainwashed combatant only responded when he moved his fingers from her nipples to her shiny areolas.
“Ugh… Ah… Ha…♥ I like it… I like it…♥”
“You mean you like having your nipples teased?”
Like this.? As soon as I opened my mouth, again. Natrix presses and rotates the brainwashed combatant’s nipples, which are a bit difficult to press and roll due to the gold ring for training, from the shiny but smooth areolas.
“Ha… Ah… Ah… Ha…♥ I like it ah… I like this… Ah… Brainwashed combatant Sonia… She reached her peak…♥”
A name you don’t even need to know. Natrix decided that there was any meaning in calling herself Sonia any longer, even if she was Sonia the combatant.
“This time, I’ll touch both your breasts and your pussy. Is that okay?”
“Haa… Haa… Yes… Please… Do it…♥”
The brainwashed combatant lifts his head from his nipples rubbing against the latex gloves and looks at Natrix.
Natrix slowly began to attach her lips… To her face, as if she was fascinated by the brainwashed combatant who turned her gaze.
In my head, it’s urgent right now, but it’s 1 o’clock. Nevertheless, Natrix has already finished rationalizing her mind, which Sky City’s D-class hero is good at, thinking that it is not a waste of time to spend with this brainwashed combatant.
It’s an excuse, but it’s also a fact.
The self-excuse that he was inevitably rubbing his clitoris against the brainwashed combatant for the plan to train this brainwashed combatant and take it to Sky City.
A tanned black-haired elf trying to gently pull aside the damaged bodysuit of a brainwashed combatant dripping with obscene wax. Natrix.
“Please… What?!
Everything… Can’t get off right now?! Get away from Sonia!
Catch it, Sonia! No, number 5094!”
“Who… Who?! Ugh…?!”
It is not a combatant storage room where combatants are waiting with supplies. A voice like I’ve heard before.
A brainwashed combatant who jumps up and slams himself to the ground as soon as a familiar voice rings out.
Even before she could understand the content of the voice, Natrix looked at her horny face reflected in the shiny white metal tile.
