Chapter 392 – 241 Uh… What Should I Do… Sonia…♥
Natrix is taken aback by the sudden action of the combatant who had been silent behind the sofa, as if proudly showing with his body that he was the property of his hometown friend, Lasix.
Of a brainwashed combatant who just kept standing still. Lasix’s thoughts hardened after witnessing a strange phenomenon in which the personality assisting Sonia, who was supposed to be a brainwashed combatant, was moving through autonomous judgment.
“Like this…”
The combatant’s gauntlet equipment is made of shiny purple latex that hardens. A brainwashed combatant who shows off by crossing her arms and slightly lifting her breasts. No. 5094.
“…?! La… Lasix…?”
“Uh… Uh… Sir?!”
Nattrix, who was taken aback by the combatant’s sudden action, did not pass through his head, but directly from the eye to the clitoris. Shocked. Lasix makes me tremble.
50% brainwashed combatant Sonia, 50% brainwashed combatant 5094, who guided the two elves to the reception room as ordered by the manager, referring to the hideout’s facility data uploaded in their heads.
A brainwashed combatant personality that knows how to pay attention to the surroundings, unlike the owner of the body, which was developed at will by body development equipment soaked in chemicals while being stuffed into the bodysuit of a brainwashed combatant.
The most basic part is based on the behavioral rules and absolute orders of a brainwashed combatant, but a convenient personality was created so that the hero named Sonia can experience the brainwashed combatant a little more flexibly.
Lasix… It’s not a succubus part-time worker at a sex shop sitting across from the shiny sofa, although it’s a bit dusty…
Instead of sitting next to Lasix as if to prove that it is the manager’s property, it stands proudly like a secretary or security unit.
Sonia, a brainwashed combatant, was standing with her breasts sticking out, with her nipples and areolas sticking out, pressed against the purple-black bodysuit.
A glance… A glance… His manager fiddling with the tablet that can communicate with ‘Sonia’. Lasix.
A quick glance… Another quick glance… While asking about the well-being of Lasix, her hometown friend, one more quick glance… This time, a glance… A strange black eye staring at her own breasts. A black-haired elf in latex gear.
(So… Permission… Did you get it? Combatant Sonia?)
(…♥)
A tanned black-haired elf who only stares at the breasts of her manager and combatant Sonia, who are at a loss as to what to do.
The brainwashed combatant, who had been standing behind Monk Lasix without even blinking his eyes, which had turned purple like a combat-spec security robot, began to move.
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“I’m sorry for breaking your arm… It was for the manager… How about we make up for it by not having anything happen…?”
“La… Lasix? Is… Is it okay?”
Although it is clear that she is being chased, unlike herself, there is a high-level brainwashed combatant who can handle the battle… And the security… And… The night service as well with her bursting breasts. My envious hometown friend.
Everything from the hair to the equipment was faithfully taken care of by such a hometown friend. A brainwashed combatant who was all clean and just stood behind like a bodyguard.
Brainwashed combatant No. 5094 personality data based on combatant brainwashing program.
“I just stood still, but he even asked me to let him know when I climaxed… And I listened…”
A brainwashed combatant in a black-purple bodysuit who folds her arms and sticks out her raised breasts towards the black-haired, tanning elf who asks a question to the manager who is embarrassed by her sudden behavior.
“I… There… Is… Close…?”
“Uh-huh… Right? We’re getting closer?”
As a black-haired, tanned elf, there is no way to know whether it was intentional or not, but it is a combatant personality program that applies a little stimulation to one’s body in order to make the original personality, which has been suppressed to 0% and simply deactivated, look clearly and not just sleep.
“Ah… Hot…♥”
As soon as she slightly uncrosses her raised arms, she begins to move freely. Her fingers are tightly covered by the bodysuit of Sonia, a brainwashed combatant.
A brainwashed combatant who controls Sonia’s fingers and moves downwards as if passing through the secret area of a fool hero who was developed as a pervert combatant.
Since she is not wearing a skirt or anything, she is a brainwashed combatant who sticks her finger in the black and purple slime latex bodysuit that the manager gave her.
“Huh…?! Eh… Hehe…♥”
A brainwashed combatant who arbitrarily approached and showed off her breasts, then began to wet her bodysuit while playing with her private parts.
The combatant personality seeps into the thoughts in Sonia’s head, suppressed and deactivated in the control space of her head at 0%. A brainwashed combatant who accepts the whispers of No. 5094.
“Ah… Oh… Hehe…♥”
Click… PachikPachik…♥
Rather than feeling like her reason was being suppressed by her instincts as if she were being forced into estrus, Sonia’s thoughts of sleeping were awakened by the orgasmic stimulation created by her own latex bodysuit fingers pressing her private parts.
Bcook…♡ Bcook…♡
The personality of the data chip in her head just pushed her moving finger in, and it just got stuck and got wet…
(Brainwashed Combatant No. 5094. It was the best…♡
This… What is this… If I climax at will… The sound… Ah…)
The character of a combatant who barely tolerated the climactic declaration that came out of his mouth.
A brainwashed combatant who flinches loudly even though he is a D-class hero who cannot be compared to ordinary people. No. 5094.
I want to be immersed in the pleasure signals fed back to the data chip by stimulating Sonia’s body, but I found the manager having trouble.
Since it was created as a brainwashing combatant program, it is the first absolute command engraved at the top line of every program, at the very top of the code that composes it.
[Absolute obedience to the manager]
(Absolute obedience to the manager is the meaning of a brainwashed combatant’s existence… Be sure to remember this. Brainwashed combatant Sonia…♡ … Ahh… Ah… Brainwashed combatant No. 5094 I was at my peak…♡)
(…♥)
Although the command of absolute obedience is recognized, it is a behavior pattern that may look different depending on how it is received.
In this case, Brainwashed Combatant No. 5094 decided that his job was to absolutely obey the troubled manager and keep the attention of that black-haired elf.
“Why don’t you just come closer and take a look~♪”
“Look… Look… Is it okay to look at it?”
(…♥)
Although the ratio is 0%, the power is turned off, but Sonia sticks her finger under her private parts and the mental power is turned on.
A combatant personality data chip that provides real-time sensory feedback to Sonia, a brainwashed combatant, and pickles her brain with pleasure signals that make her absolutely obedient as a brainwashed combatant.
“I… Really…?”
“Of course~♪ Administrator’s brainwashed combatant. Please enjoy as much as you want♥”
The idea of showing off a nipple stuck to a bodysuit that has precious parts eaten away by someone you see for the first time…
It’s an incredibly strange behavior, but Sonia, who is one step closer to the pleasure that feels like a perverse act, finds it exciting, but only answers with [I leave everything to you…♥] And throws away everything else.
Breasts clearly visible even through the slightly transparent purple bodysuit. Her pure white, round breasts were shaking a little, thanks to the bodysuit that stuck to her lower breasts like body paint. Trembling appearance.
No matter how much mucus and latex were soaked in, the reception room of the neglected hideaway where Sonia’s breasts were several sizes larger than what Lasix had imagined, and her breasts were naturally shaking.
“Hmph…♪ So… You just want to watch…?”
Although he speaks with a gentle smile, he behaves like a brainwashed combatant who borrowed Sonia-sama’s body.
Maybe it was to distinguish herself, but she swept up her golden hair that had been pulled into two pigtails and touched her breasts. Brainwashed combatant No. 5094 with nipples sticking out.
The product you ordered has arrived, so please take it~♡ The pervert bodysuit fighter crosses her arms and sticks out her breasts while smiling with the same feeling.
Flap, flutter… It was Brainwashed Combatant No. 5094, proudly showing her breasts in front of the defeated Natrix, dressed in a wind speed clothing made of medical latex that already had a sedative function.
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“Ah… Uh… Uh…?”
He is a bit stronger in body and magical power than the mint-colored elf, who turned an otherwise normal hero into a brainwashed combatant thanks to his tile-replacement labor under the pretense of a part-time job at a convenience store, but both are ridiculously low levels to enter a dungeon.
Of course, as he is a traveler from another world who has adapted to the common sense of Earth, including Aca City, Humanoid is a fixture that even if broken, only causes damage to property. Simple labor robots without human rights. A lower grade equipment than the androids that serve humans.
A product that was handled similarly to Humanoid. Natrix knows the existence of love dolls… But thanks to the work she has done, she has come to think of the brainwashed combatants as love dolls.
As they are brainwashed combatants who are said to be sometimes sold on the black market. Even though the owner seemed to be Lasix’s hometown friend, she loyally followed orders and led the way to the reception room, that busty blonde woman in a dark purple bodysuit…
Not a person. Property of Lasix. Natrix viewed as a brainwashed combatant.
