Chapter 465 – BAD ENDING 008 Personal Guard Combatant Sonia -Creating a Second Combatant
A magical girl body that doesn’t stop twitching even though her hands and feet are restrained behind her. In front of the capsule port containing something that may have been taken over by No. 5094.
Lasix’s combatant doesn’t care who’s in it and just stares at his own reflection in the cloudy nutrient solution.
Instead of spreading out your palms and pulling on the stretched black purple latex. Without realizing it, she thought to herself… That nutrient solution isn’t supposed to be this color…
And when she performed the salute movement that came naturally to her, a strange thought occurred to her that the inscription [06] Should be engraved, and the lower part of her stomach tickled.
I was just trying to pull out the dark purple substance that was stuck to the nasal area below her navel…
“…?”
I just pulled the latex that was sticking to her breasts…
Sonia stands in a space filled with more sophisticated, high-tech devices than a hideout.
Set the number engraving device soaked in fluorescent material to 06… And select the location where you want the [06] Mark to be engraved.
Sonia pulls the material stuck there and presses it into the precious place that is exposed thanks to the bodysuit.
(What… Something… Is… A strange feeling…?)
. It is being intentionally reduced. I think I’ve successfully adapted to the new situation, and this time I’m giving it my best effort. With a certain amount of force
A black-purple substance with a force similar to that seen at a fire scene. Sonia pulls her secretariat, feeling empty because she has nothing.
(Huh…? Uh…? Huh… Ah…?)
-Who are you? Report.
The voice that told me there was nothing to be ashamed of. Someone’s voice that I feel like I’ve heard it many times before.
(Who… Are you…? Seeing… Seeing…?)
Now you know who you are. The voice of someone who is trustworthy and tells you to report what you really are and will never accept the option of rejection.
(In order to report… First…)
In order to report, it is common sense to show respect for the voice by showing a saluting posture… Common sense…?
(Uh… Huh?)
Sonia’s eyes turned round and round, as if she was trying to let the world know that she was clearly in a state of confusion.
The place where the strengthened body, whose mind limiter as a combatant has been erased, stands is in front of the capsule port containing the 5094 data chip that controls the magical girl body.
The place where the heart stands. A sparkling space filled with more advanced equipment than a hideout. It’s like a secret base located underground… And there’s even a free drink vending machine…
The only thought that comes to mind impulsively is that in order to relieve the desire felt in the shiny secrets of nothing, I have to recognize that part of who I am and salute… And declare.
(Lift your leg and step on the floor… And then proudly stick that part out…)
(That… Part…? Part…?)
I try to scratch the slightly protruding part with my fingernail, from below the navel to above the clitoris, which was peeled off without cleaning. I tried rubbing it, but A secret that doesn’t feel anything.
Since receiving the slave worker unit treatment, there is nothing left in the area that has gone beyond being smooth and hairless and even shiny…
The voice of a proud commander giving orders keeps telling me to report who he is…
Because the name is Sonia. I answered Sonia, and I can’t say no to that either, but they told me to ‘declare’ more accurately…
While Brainwash Combatant No. 5094 was being created. Sonia suffers from confusion in front of a working capsule port.
(Declaration… Declaration… Report…♥)
You may notice that the state of your own combatant, whose eyes are spinning, has become strange due to the strange experience that her body has remembered.
Although she is not as good as her hometown friend who passed the succubus sex department. Lasix gives in to the enlarged clitoris without missing the scene where her personality is taken away, her body and mind are taken away, and she turns into a simple magical girl body.
(Because I gave it away as Lasix’s property… Ah…?)
I know it’s that kind of play, but. Sonia, a combatant who is still doing this, developed more and more strange feelings when she compared herself to a product or an object in order to get more excited.
(Lasix’s property… The manager’s property… But… Eh… Ah… Ah?)
As soon as he thinks about it, he flinches at the physical reaction that comes as a reward. He calls himself Lasix’s personal bodyguard and combatant. Sonia.
(Disappeared… Disappeared…?)
Smaller than me. Also, realizing that he is a combatant of a vicious villain who is even a criminal in the neighboring city, he does not reject but accepts the pleasure created by his biological brain marinated in pleasure pulses.
As a bonus, Sonia can feel the voice urging her to confidently report who she is disappearing little by little.
(Is it a good thing that I recognized it as my property… So… It disappeared… And I couldn’t hear it anymore…?)
“Haa… Huh…♥”
Repetitive learning, repeated training that is close to brainwashing. Sonia was in a state of serious aftereffects, recalling memories of operating as SNA06, a high-end full-body body in Cyber Life, but…
In an unintentional and unconscious way of covering up hints with hints, my shiny and smooth skin was proudly engraved with a fluorescent material with an unknown meaning… Engraved proudly on my secret area. Sonia succeeds in blocking the wandering future by showing off her indelible tattoo.
With the implication that one’s body is the manager’s property. A hint engraved like an aftereffect. A strange combatant who overcomes the inexplicable desire to stand on the ground and salute.
“I… I didn’t see anything…! Please… Look at me instead! I’m going to tell Nat in advance to prepare to leave!”
“What are you talking about all of a sudden? LASIK…”
Of course, it’s not as good as the black-haired elf who treated drugged and brainwashed combatants like love dolls. It’s not as bad as my friends from back home who are probably still using brainwashing fighters. If you press it hard, the clitoris is so enlarged that it reaches the navel,
To be more precise, Lasix is trying desperately to hide from Sonia’s gaze the mark of the magical essence discharge stick that has formed on the black-purple latex as if it is tightly attached to the lower abdomen.
Did he decide that he couldn’t hide it? Instead, Lasix runs away, asking to look at the capsule port, which has created an advantageous environment with additional equipment so that data chip No. 5094 can completely take control of the magical girl body.
I’m trying to get lost in the suggestion of a similar ‘combatant’ identity. Sky City’s hero endured through the self-suggestion that he was Lasix’s ‘combatant’.
That much. Although the hint was overcome. Just like the natural principle of a balloon being pushed hard bursting and the hand leaning forward without realizing it.
“Lasix… Lasix… S… Uh…♥”
Sonia dedicates herself to the realization that she is Lord Lasix’s personal guard and combatant, having grown to the point where she can overcome the engraved hints.
Unbeknownst to Sonia, who developed self-suggestion to push away her delusions, and even to Lasix, Sonia’s manager.
Sky City’s hero and Lasix’s collaborator who has pushed away all hints of being ‘useless’ and has fully realized that he is a combatant.
Captivated by the crazy delusion of feeling empty because there is nothing, I persevered with the power of releasing the limiter until the black-purple slime latex was about to tear,
The sticky index finger is used to pull the bodysuit, and the epidermis is peeled off, and the clitoris, which has found a new coating called black-purple latex, cannot withstand the pressure and is pressing to the point where it gets bigger… The fingers of a brainwashed combatant.
Tiring~
I tried to send a signal to the black-purple combatant who could discharge the nutrient solution and take it out at the touch of a button right in front of my eyes with a sound similar to that of a microwave oven that finished cooking.
“Sonia’s nipples are the manager’s property…♥”
“The chest… Um… The body… The mind… Is also the manager’s property…”
“Please insert a ring… Into the clitoris that has grown arbitrarily…♥”
I wonder if she’s coming back because she’s lost in her delusions. Klee ring. A peculiar taste or slave called a clitoral ring. A brainwashed combatant who is inserted as a safety device even if the brainwashing is removed, or a combatant who asks an imaginary manager for a golden ring to accept… Real-time delusional masturbation of a combatant without the word brainwashing in front of it.
It’s not strange to feel confused the moment a new voice enters your head, or to yell at you to leave immediately. Rather, the unique Sky City hero who asks you to be kind to him.
Although it was a little strange from the beginning. Of course, the hero of Sky City is not disliked, but rather enough to be liked… From the perspective of the person named No. 5094, who indirectly learned the profession of hero through the manager’s tablet that can search the Internet…
“Like this… Again… I put it between my fingers…♥”
They said the mucous latex seeped into the skin. Even taking that into account, the person named ‘Sonia’ proudly displayed her breasts, which were much enlarged compared to the size of her chest fat, before coming into contact with the manager… She practiced alone by inserting all the nipples between her fingers and pulling them out, which the manager had already shown her how to do. A bodyguard combatant with a sexual desire processing function. Sonia.
Now that I’m done, I want to use the body of Lucia, a magical girl, to tell you to immediately take me out of the capsule pot filled with unpleasant, low-quality nutrients. Brainwashed combatant No. 5094, unable to speak due to a gas mask that continuously feeds him relaxation-inducing drugs that only affect living brains.
It was the mind of a brainwashed combatant personality data chip that completely took over the body of the magical girl who was Lucia.
