Chapter 472 – Personal Guard Combatant Sonia Huildam
“Eh… It’s so flimsy. When I pulled it out, he said it was itchy inside his ear and it hurt. Then I put it back in and the needle went in like “Push!”, So it’s like he died without being able to do anything, right?”
“It’s noisy. Room 5094. They say people who have tried it do it better. Watch something secretly. If he faints, bring him 5095. Room 5094.”
“Yes, yes, since the patent application is over, all I have to do is ‘go’ and submit the sample ‘tomorrow’. Maybe we should call it [That kind of day] Instead of [That kind of thing]?”
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“Kneel down like that, Sonia.”
“Yes. Master…♥”
Sonia has the physical ability to deal with a turquoise elf giving orders in one shot, even if the metal tentacle that entered her head did not erase the limiter in her mind with an electric shock.
The master of absolute obedience, ‘just like that’. The Lasix combatant kneels as her master, who has dedicated her body and soul, does as she says, and yet instinctively… She spreads her legs so that her vagina can be clearly seen and naturally smiles.
“Wow… Sonia… Could it be that you are a volunteer race? Or are there a volunteer race among your ancestors… Like?
Otherwise… Uh… I can’t explain it… But… I don’t want to think about it that much…?”
There is no explanation unless you are a volunteer race or have blood from the volunteer race in your bloodline. Combatant No. 5094 in a black-purple bodysuit evaluates Sonia’s natural ‘attitude’ and ‘movement’.
There is also an assumption that it was otherwise an irredeemable pervert from the beginning. Just for the honor of my favorite Sonia. No. 5094 ends with whether one of the ancestors was a member of the volunteer race.
Although it may seem sarcastic. Be careful. And, as instructed, the blonde, busty combatant gently stroked her nipples, which were sticking out straight as Sonia’s eyes were looking straight ahead… And also tied up her hair to make her look uncharacteristic of Sonia. No. 5094.
Without hiding her surprise, Sonia moved her hands according to her hidden nature of expecting to be used, served, and taken advantage of, even though she was neither a genetically programmed servant race nor a purpose-programmed being like a maid robot. Slowly.
“Ugh… Sonia… Sonia… Sonia…!”
The combatant’s manager begins to relieve the erected clit dick in the form of Sonia… And the owner too.
First, the existence itself is a data chip that takes control of the corpuscle. It’s unpleasant, but I forcefully push a cable into Sonia’s computer and connect to it at Sky City. It is closest to Sonia’s nest and yet ‘less crowded’. While searching for a place that accepts patent applications…
“Volunteer race…Otherwise, it’s hard to explain… Excuse me for asking Sonia… Maybe?”
I’m not sure why there is such a race…
Whether it’s Aka City, Sky City, Dragon City or whatever. Room 5094 also completed the search for the location of the black market that exists everywhere.
From the beginning. Before leaving for Aca City, a needle was inserted through my ear hole, and the mechanical receiver went back into the place where it was supposed to go.
All that was done was to place the nipple on the manager’s finger on the receiver that was inserted back into Sonia’s head with the tablet to make her self-aware and think differently as [Sonia, a slave who does whatever she is told]. .
Naturally. As ordered, she spread her legs to make her pussy clearly visible, and instead of losing her smile, she blushed bright red at the thought of satisfying her master…
The data chip using the elf and magical girl body looked so natural that it was shocking. A combatant in a dark purple bodysuit with his hands hidden behind his back.
“I’m telling you now, but… When you hint to Sonia that you’re disappearing… And when you place your finger on the nipple, which is the trigger… Ugh… I was very worried…!”
All of this… All of Sonia and room 5094. And for yourself. Everything was agreed upon… Well… I knew Sonia would understand…
But… So earlier…
“… Ugh…♥”
If you stick out your nipples, you’re no better than a slave who will do whatever you ask. Okay. Hypnosis slave. I was told that I would end up in a brainwashed doll-like state. I only sent a small amount of electrical stimulation to the receiver inserted in my ear…
The erect nipple, which is gradually rising and becoming clearer, is about to land on Lasix’s finger… I look down right in front of my eyes… Of course, it’s an illusion caused by the brainwashing pulse.
Sonia, who didn’t hear the truth because she wasn’t told in advance, was suddenly betrayed and ended up disappearing…
Of course, the ultimate pleasure promised to Sonia. To give you the best pleasure tailored to Sonia. Even considering the worst case scenario that Sonia might cry… Lasix gave her the brief experience of being forcibly brainwashed.
“But… Why… Sonia…♡”
As expected. As expected. As he disappears. Gradually, in my head, I become a brainwashed doll who only lives according to the orders of the master in front of me.
Without any expression of anger, let alone fear. Just accept yourself disappearing with a smile steeped in the pleasure of being lost…
They say it’s unavoidable for filming purposes. Sonia is just waiting for the next command, proudly showing off her crotch meat instead of feeling embarrassed, showing off her crotch meat that has been soaked with pussy juice and glistening with water.
Each and every magistrate of Sky City is famous in his or her own way. She is a woman who is in a position where people respect her by labeling her as a hero. She is a hero.
Sonia, who was in a position to permanently rent an apartment house just because she was a D-class hero in Sky City, had a dangerous positive tendency toward self-destruction.
“Well… As expected… This makes it clear. If I don’t take care of Sonia by her side for the rest of her life… She might end up in big trouble somewhere!”
Thanks to her inclination, she acquired Lasix as her own personal bodyguard and combatant… But that’s it.
(Everything. It’s for Sonia and me, right?)
First, Sonia’s master leaves the direction of the necessary video to someone who has already filmed it. Combatant Sonia’s manager. Lasix.
“Huh… From now until the end of filming, do as No. 5095 says. It’s an order. If you understand, answer me. Sonia.”
Just as the researcher of the brainwashing villain organization naturally added to his poor mental resistance. The answer that comes back is the brainwashed doll itself, trying to do whatever the owner wants.
“I understand. Master♥”
The coated pussy is as close to the front as possible so that the marks are clearly visible. I kneel so that I can be caught by the communication terminal camera lens, but as instructed by my master,
Sonia poses as instructed by a magical girl-type brainwashed combatant who has been given authority by her master.
“Combatant Sonia. Please change the bodysuit to the default state.”
“Okay… I will change the bodysuit to the default state.”
As soon as the pink-haired combatant, who had been given the command authority to follow his master, finished speaking, he answered without a moment’s hesitation, and as soon as the area around his belly button was pressed, a strange delusion began…
Even though I mentally understand that if I stick my finger in, the neural circuit that immediately interprets the error signal requesting the removal of the foreign object as a pleasure signal will cause a forced climax caused by a cyber implant that an ordinary person cannot tolerate, and will eat up my entire body. The brainwashing doll of the Lasix doctor who, without hesitation, inserts his finger into the belly button plug port and slowly pushes it in as if scraping it off. Sonia.
“Equipment… Removal… Complete…♥”
By pushing the belly button with your finger and manipulating the indescribable patented Lasix mucus latex bodysuit, it looks like it did when the bodysuit was first sprayed on. Sonia returns to a state as if she had been plunged into a can of latex paint.
The hard black-purple plates that protected the backs of her hands, and the parts that gathered together as if to pad her knees. The black-purple slime latex dispersed like water and coated the [Product] Like thin wrapping paper.
Instead of taking off your bodysuit, getting a new bodysuit, and sliding your legs inside the shiny latex that sticks to your skin and experiencing the shiny texture…
A strange type of bodysuit equipment that appears transparently on the skin and then appears again.
Additional gloves to protect your knees. The gauntlet-like part that had hardened darker and harder on the back of my hand has also disappeared. It’s literally a thin black-purple inner bodysuit.
A gaping and gaping gap that appeals to being usable at any time thanks to the navel where a finger is inserted to give an electrical signal.
“Combatant Sonia. Please read the sentence uploaded to the combatant management system.”
“I understand. Master♥”
An essential piece of equipment for slowly brainwashing combatants. It was the appearance of a combatant holding a purple visor and answering with a smile to the approaching master.
