Chapter 471 – Personal Guard Combatant Sonia Huildam
“Yes, manager…♥”
Monk Rasik’s bodyguard, her body falling as her face turns red.
As soon as she hears the word combatant, she already sees herself fluttering before her eyes. It is the property of an elf who is tired from dealing with a difficult customer called a magistrate, but is steadily standing upright.
Awareness, mindset. Gradually… I know that I am starting to turn into a property to be used by the manager, rather than a hero of Sky City…
“Because we confirmed that Sonia is Sonia…”
Just a little bit. It seems like something inside my heart that doesn’t really exist is moving to create an anxious feeling in my heart. The strange worry that just melted away as soon as she made eye contact with her manager.
She slowly approached Sonia, who had changed into her combatant outfit, and stretched out her hand, squeezing Sonia’s soft. She is a little more sleek than an ordinary person. Lasix caresses glossy skin even though it is not made of latex.
“From now on…”
The same amount of latex seeped into my skin and fingers, from my cheeks to my chest. A combatant who feels a strange tingling sensation from the skin marks left by the administrator’s fingers from his chest to his lower abdomen.
A blonde, busty, black-purple bodysuit fighter whose entire mind is drawn to the manager’s words, starting now.
On behalf of Brainwash Combatant No. 5094, who took on the work that needed to be done on behalf of himself and the manager. To satisfy the manager. Is it not enough to transform one’s way of thinking?
Or, before leaving, he asked whether the physical assets included in the [In-kind assets] He was supposed to receive, and asked him to call him when [Such an event] Happened. This time, Lasix, who understood that she was asking not Sonia but herself, began to color Sonia with her own taste.
Maybe it’s both…
“I am Sonia’s master.”
After entering the organization’s hideout in Aka City. Maybe before that. The desire that grew in my heart after seeing Sonia kill a huge white spider monster that attacked her without hesitation.
Hometown friend. The first order given by an elf from the same world tree to a brainwashed combatant created from an uninteresting body called Magical Girl Red… Lasix spoke softly.
A combatant who gradually accepts what Lasix says as true without even having to think.
“Yes, master…♥”
Although I feel in my heart that from now on I will be remade into a combatant according to my master’s taste.
“Ah…”
Slowly, without any resistance. The part where the finger that was trying to push into his belly button came up and stopped. A combatant just looking lovingly at the master’s black-purple coated finger that stopped on the areola just below the nipple.
Instead of fingers lightly pressing on the combatant’s breast areola. Lasix uses a resting finger to send a signal to a device connected to a tablet.
“Please stick out your nipples? You gave them all to me. It’s okay, right?”
(If I let it go… If I let it go…♥ If it goes on like this…♥)
Lightly press the swollen areola, but the fingerprint of the finger pressing upwards. Turn it in the opposite direction, as if your fingernail were scratching the tip of the areola.
(If you put the nipple on your finger… Then…)
When you ring an ordinary doorbell. Or, it’s not even when you’ve grown so big that there’s no longer any need to maintain Sonia’s original form, so you’re trying to change her nipples into inverted nipples by pressing them down. On the contrary.
“Please don’t hesitate and just give it to me, Sonia.
“I’m Sonia’s master, right?”
“Lord… Master… Lasix…?”
“Master… Lasix…?”
If you had asked to use the combatant’s gender processing function, the combatant would have moved more actively. Sonia hesitates at the ‘words’ of Elf, who instinctively tries to twist something that cannot be said, and Lasix, who keeps his promise but ends up being manipulated by her overgrown cleavage.
Unlike the nipples that hesitate and hide behind the black-purple slime latex, the combatants twitch in the same way but only release lewd love juice that coats the bodysuit.
“Hurry up? Please surrender quickly?”
(?!…♥)
Thank you for your understanding, Sonia. Three times. Lasix even apologized to Sonia for not being able to think properly due to being consumed by the position of a brainwashed combatant, and out of an inevitable impulse, he rubbed his clit against Sonia’s thigh and ejaculated.
This time without notice of intent to use it. Lasix’s adhesion without warning, intent on molding Sonia to his own taste.
The clear substance that leaked from the clit cock and the magic essence stick was seeping into her thighs. The manager’s combatant attacks the manager and reacts at the location where the elf’s magical essence is absorbed.
(Uh… Ugh…? Lasix is the manager… I’m a combatant… It’s natural for a combatant to absolutely obey the manager… But…)
Although the perception was distorted, the person who came to check if the hero was okay was embarrassed, but judged that there was no problem. One space.
The turquoise elf’s actions of trying to enter the part that fixes existence itself are, of course, as much as trying to enter the part that a sane person would have refused and hesitated to enter.
The action of proclaiming himself master and asking him to stick out his nipples. Sonia is in a state where her instincts are blocking her.
(Something… Something… Is strange… I don’t know what’s strange… It… It’s natural that Lasix is used… But if you think about it that way…)
… I think so, though. A combatant who understands that if he does something as simple as sticking out his nipples and lightly placing them on his master’s fingers, as his master said, his heart will harden… Just like that.
(It changes… Because it changes… That’s… Ah… Not yet… ♥
So… I’m sorry… Lasix…?)
Not yet. Sky City’s hero who clearly seems closer to Lasix’s combatant than Sonia in that the number of cases is not closed. Sonia.
I’m sorry, I’m feeling a little weird today, so let’s take a break. Mr. Lasix’s combatant tries to talk like Sonia and say that we should all order delivery food together.
It’s never a relationship between a slave and a master… It’s a relationship between a combatant and a manager… The absolute obedience is the same, but I feel like something thick in my heart is melting… I’m sorry…
“Hughit♥”
A sound, not a word that is thought out and made intentionally.
Something entered my ear. Rather, it is a sound that is made because it feels good to go deeper and deeper.
(Ah… Eye patch… At…♥)
However, the fingers that are pressing against the areolas do not stop… Because they do not stop pressing the breasts and asking for the thickened nipples to be placed on the fingers…
“Put out your nipples.”
(The eye patch… I’ll stick it out… Maat…♥)
Stick it out. By sticking it out. If you slowly place the nipple on the master’s finger… It becomes the master’s property. That thought suddenly passed through my mind. Even though something arbitrarily inserted encourages it.
Name and body. Because I know that it is common sense that even the heart ends up becoming the owner’s property. Even more so.
(Because it is natural to become a being who lives for the master… I will never treat you by sticking out my nipples…♥
But… But…)
Yet Lasix encourages Sonia’s hidden desire for destruction.
(That too… Might be good…♥)
“Sonia’s nipples are my property, right? It’s an order. Please quickly show them to me and acknowledge me as your master. Order.”
“Command… Order…♥”
(I gave the nipple… To the owner… As a possession… So… It’s only natural…♥)
Even as he disappeared, he smiled at his master as if he was truly happy. Nipples sticking out.
In the end, the nipples, which were recognized as the master’s property, grew larger and slowly floated on top of the bodysuit, lightly resting on Lasix’s fingers.
“Ah…”
Sonia’s eyes just disappear.
The only thing that can be recognized in the darkened eyes is the imprint of the equipment of the brainwashing organization that has been so seriously imprinted.
Unique aftereffects caused by the brainwashing pulse of the visor worn by brainwashed combatants.
(I put it up… I put the nipple… On the master’s finger…)
Would you like to just pull on the nipple with your thumb?
Or would you like to slowly and gently sweep upward?
I also like being ordered to kneel so that my master’s clit can be rubbed.
I know the owner had a hard time pulling it out. It would be good if you pulled the other nipple as well…
Sonia didn’t stop thinking about that until her heart disappeared. Lasix’s personal guard combatant.
An order given by the master. The combatant was just savoring the sensation of her mind slowly darkening as she moved her body as instructed to stay on her knees.
