episode_0129

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“Is it okay if I come in?”

“Yes.?! yes It’s okay to come in. President of the Association! no! Please come in!”

Pinephrine, who experienced Megacorp’s security force cyborg training program, provided advice on soft beds and household items. This was done in the PN001 storage warehouse, which even has a bathroom.

“First of all, I had a hard time getting training. PN001.”

The moment an identifying name is called. The cyborg’s expression froze like a doll.

“Yes! Thank you for your encouragement! Training completed today. Here’s a report!”

Instead of calling him by his name, I just called him by the identification number he used during training, but he jumped up from the bed he was sitting on and stood at attention.

It’s not brainwashing, though. Like the true original body, the entire body, perfectly synchronized with the biological brain, repeated the training enough to remember it, and as a result, the body seemed to move before the cyborg’s thought acceleration function was turned on.

I lifted my right leg slightly, put it down as hard as I could without damaging the floor, and then straightened my waist, perfecting the saluting posture that was entered into the program.

“Huh…?!”

When my thoughts caught up with the body that had moved first, the natural biorhythm response was restarted.

The hand that had been raised sharply rather than stiffly slowly lowered.

The fingers that were confidently clinging to each other were twitching as if they didn’t know where they should be.

The breathing response that had been involved in unnecessary activities began again, and the breasts swayed slightly.

“Aftercare… thank you for your hard work. President of the Association”

The cyborg black panther, who had changed into pajamas after being given free time, was looking at us with a visual module.

The sharp atmosphere, as if it contained poison, has diminished significantly.

It still doesn’t feel stiff, though. It is definitely different from the black leopard beast that appeared in the video data.

I’m not qualified to evaluate whether that’s good or bad. The current epinephrine seemed more comfortable to me.

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“Mechanized labor history? Is it a different type of magic golem than Humanoid…?”

“You can think of it as a high-end Humanoid, right?”

I thought the security guards who arrived as soon as they received the report would ignore the cyborg, which had a barcode engraved below its lower abdomen, and ask if they had taken an imposter, but that was not the case.

The first topic that Pinephrine brought up when I said that I would answer as much as possible was the history of mechanized labor.

I didn’t even ask why I had to wear a latex bikini during my first serious training session, because I already had the answer in my mind.

The latex bikini that made her aware that her belly button had been modified with a cyber-implant called a umbilical plug port was not in Pinephrine’s mind.

“Before it is renovated… first?! Why!”

“Performance is different.”

Pinephrine was told in detail the story of the heroine who reached the end of her mechanized labor history.

Instead of being remodeled all at once like Humanoid, the body undergoes remodeling surgery step by step as the grade increases so that the skills learned are not damaged.

He also told me that new students who are not embarrassed when wearing a bodysuit and who do not have a stress reaction when receiving orders from humans are assigned as trainees from the first day at a company with a mechanized labor company.

There is a part of it that tells you what kind of life you will have in the future if you pass the graduation exam and become a mechanized laborer, but more important than that was learning using the principle of a world where skill experience points are gained through observation.

Although they may have been graduating students about to ship the product, there was no staff member who could help freshmen who had not yet studied properly hold the mouse that exploded when they touched it.

He was ready to receive orders from humans at any time, but all he really did was stand on the platform of the charger for Humanoids that was compatible with him and look enviously at the company’s Humanoids who were doing odd jobs.

“Then.”

Pinephrine’s visual module stiffened after tasting Sky City’s unique spicy taste. And it was released.

“Are all the things I’ve done so far nothing?”

“Ah. That one?”

I thought I was frozen in shock when I heard that if I failed the graduation exam, I would be shipped off to an ordinary Humanoid, but that wasn’t the case.

“Yes. What the president of the association told me before I received the training…”

Pinephrine fixed his lost gaze on me.

I was waiting for an answer, but it seemed like I wanted to check the answer I had already guessed rather than answer.

When he asked me to tell him, it seemed like he was hoping that he was wrong.

The expression “what has been done” was not something that the black panther, who was captured in an ancient ruin and woke up in Sky City and accepted his memories as a record, would say.

The answer has already been shown. Although there was a slight difference in performance, graduates who passed the specified standards and were shipped to mechanized labor companies were clear evidence.

There was no reason to deceive.

“Your body should know better. Epinephrine? No…”

Even if it is a world where the heroine, who was reincarnated with the ability to cheat in another world, is captured by a hypnotic magic tool and becomes the personal bodyguard of a clumsy villain.

The world that epinephrine thought was unfair was a world where growth was more important than heredity.

“PN001?”

“Ugh…!?”

As a result of the training, Pinephrine himself made a saluting posture while blocking the natural biorhythm sent from the biological brain the moment his name was called, which was inexcusable evidence.

“You…that’s too much! It’s too much! President of the Association!”

Crackling. With those last words, the visual module connected to Pinephrine’s biological brain was turned off.

This wasn’t it…

As Master and Supreme Fox said, meeting like this was meant to be, I wanted to slowly remove the poison I had harbored in my heart. Even if I took it out, it was too much.

Suin, a black leopard with one sharp eye, wore a black eyepatch to hide his damaged right visual module due to lack of regular inspection. If I touched him even slightly, he fainted with tears streaming down his eyes.

Full version Pinephrine, who had been through everything, did not arbitrarily give up. Pinephrine, who was trained as a cyborg trainee PN001 at the Megacorp Hero Association, says ‘Hmph!’ I was glad that I was upset and feeling the same way.

If that was the case, there were plenty of ways to wake him up. Even without calling for help, just one index finger was enough.

I slightly lifted the floating pajamas, unable to reach my belly button due to being pushed by my breasts.

Just like that. When a foreign object is detected, a finger is pushed into the port of the belly button plug, which sends out irresistible compulsive pleasure signals until it is removed.

“Hig-eup…?!?!”

As I pushed it in until it clicked, the sweet sound of a black panther beastman who had lived without erogenous zones since the moment it was remodeled from the ancient ruins came out.

After turning on the epinephrine, the next thing to do was to slightly shift the area of interest of the cyborg, who was sensitive to the word ‘black panther’ beastman.

Of course, it’s not brainwashing, it’s persuasion. It was the so-called persuasion of the body.

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Pinephrine, who was awakened by a forced climax, was placed in front of a full-length mirror.

I moved hesitantly, answering in a helpless voice, as if I had thrown away all my confidence, but it was actually better.

The fact that his face turned bright red when he was asked to take off his pajamas because he had something to confirm was proof that he still had the shame that needed to be corrected.

A black leopard beast with the same appearance as Pinephrine appeared in the full-length mirror.

When I pointed the laser point at random and asked what it was, the answer of course was myself.

“..is this my body? President of the Association.”

“To be more accurate, it should be called a full-body prosthesis in use.”

“Yes?!”

It looked really pitiful that even its tail was curled up, but we decided on shock therapy as our approach.

“Can’t you see the barcode? Could you read what it says?”

“P..PN001…”

Although there were no identification names such as A001 or MN-001 engraved under the barcode, the full body, which was designed to identify other equipment as part of Megacorp’s equipment, understood the meaning of the barcode.

The way Pinephrine accepted the identifying name engraved on his body was different from when he lightly lifted the tightly bound imposter.

The black leopard beastman, who was serving as the de facto porter for the adventurer party that was wiped out in the ancient ruins, was not complaining that it would have been convenient if he had had this power at the time.

[Is this…my…body…?]

Through the communication terminal connected to the server, I was able to see the record log of PN001 standing blankly in front of a full-length mirror.

Although it looked like he was just standing there, his gaze continued to move.

From the input terminal for connection to the capsule port to the belly button plug port that you can directly feel with your fingers. I was putting everything into the visual module without missing anything.

The black panther prisoner in front of me was not a cyborg trainee who agreed to have his name taken away and repeated training countless times in a virtual space where time passes slowly.

It is a black panther with a past record of living for many years in the body of a security drone with settings to remove erogenous zones and pleasure signals.

Upon hearing the answer that training was over, the self-suggestion he had made was released and he was a black panther prisoner who returned to epinephrine in PN001.

“Okay…I understand.”

The security drone, whose shame was restored when asked to take off his pajamas, moved his trained body.

Sloshing. The breasts, which were large before being remodeled, shook a lot, but immediately returned to their original shape with elasticity.

Even though it was artificial skin made of synthetic plastic just like an android, it was impossible to distinguish the light pink areolas that seemed to be full of oil from human ones.

Pinephrine, accustomed to receiving orders, naturally waited for the next order without prompting.

As requested, his eyes were fixed on himself reflected in the full-length mirror.

“Isn’t there a camouflage function in the list of functions? Is it infiltration? Agent mode?”

There is “. President of the Association…”

I said a lot of things because it wasn’t accurate, but as expected, it’s a cyborg full-body prosthesis being used by epinephrine. The corresponding mode was installed in PN001.

“Would you like me to turn it on?”

As the control device was not installed, the black leopard prisoner, who was left with curiosity that was not needed by the security drone, issued an execution command from his brain to the computer.

“Hot…?!”

The function activated by epinephrine was an idea that came to mind after seeing a magical girl who successfully defeated Supreme Fox by detransforming and transforming again as soon as she turned around the alley.

Of course, we could have expected Pinephrine’s actions as he suddenly pressed his hands to his face while making a breathing sound as if he was choking.

The cyborg body, which activated camouflage mode, completed its transformation in an instant.

Standing naked in front of a full-length mirror, Pinephrine’s skin changed as if it had been dropped into a bucket of white latex paint and then scooped out.

“Uh…the face! President of the Association!”

“The eyes and mouth are the same, right? It’s disguised infiltration mode.”

The round line and size of her breasts, and even the protruding nipples were the same, but her face had lost its expression, as if a full-coverage visor had been unfolded and installed.

“Calm down. Epinephrine. You don’t need to breathe.”

“I’ve never done that before! Bah…take it off quickly…ah.”

In an instant, Pinephrine became a white latex mannequin with only large breasts.

The only other color remaining was the black of the engraved barcode, and the pink color that distinguished the breast from the areola had disappeared, so all that could be distinguished was the curve of the raised nipple.

As he looked at his changed appearance, Pinephrine’s nipples began to become fully erect, but the coating did not peel off even though they were enlarged. As if it had never been that way, it maintained a glossy white texture as if it had been newly painted with latex paint.

Although I was taken aback by the sudden change in circumstances, I was reassured by the honest reaction of Pinephrine, who stuck out her nipple first out of excitement.

The courtship of a black panther whose biological brain does not contain any memories of masturbation. It was clear evidence that it was of lower priority than restored erogenous stimulation.

As the white latex mannequin, whose expression had been lost, asked for an explanation, I wiped away the love juice that had started to run down her thighs.

I think I understood everything just from that action, but I decided to tell you about the function and purpose of the mode. Both were the same.

“Complete anonymity?”

The nano skin coated on the synthetic plastic skin simply made the color and texture appear different.

I got the idea from a magical girl who, feeling like she was going to get caught, would take off all her clothes and run away naked again in her transformation form.

Since she is a cyborg of Megacorp’s security unit, she will not hide behind anonymity like a magical girl, but it is a function added to respond to unexpected situations.

As the transparent coating was changed to opaque, it was possible to tell who each was by the size of their breasts, which seemed to be coated in white latex paint, but it was impossible for anyone seeing them in camouflage stealth mode for the first time to figure out who was who.

Enough of the explanation, I manipulated the communication terminal to partially disable PN001’s camouflage infiltration mode.

Pinephrine, who can cancel the settings of his body by manipulating it, did not reject but accepted the settings that returned only the head to the neck to its original state.

“By the way. What does ‘this’ look like to epinephrine? To me, it looks like a fuselage or weapon.”

While pointing with a laser pointer at Pinephrine visible in the full-length mirror, I vigorously rubbed Pinephrine’s chest with my finger, which was covered in love juice.

“What do you think? Epinephrine?”

“Cyborg…♥”

Even if you rub the area that used to be the areola, instead of the white texture coming off, there is a popping sound that comes back. It was enough for Pinephrine, convinced by his own body, to erase the thought log that he was neither a weapon nor a magic golem.

“Ah…good night!”

Epinephrine, which had lost its purpose and had turned itself off, came back to life with a bright red face.

It seemed like he had agreed to find a new purpose as a cyborg rather than a purpose that was too big, vague, and even failed.

I was looking forward to the next training of Pinephrine, whose self-awareness had slightly shifted from that of a black panther beast to that of a cyborg.

As soon as I received permission to use the Internet, I decided to forget about accessing the adult site, which featured advertisements from drone-like hypnosis voices to barcode stickers for Humanoid cosplay.

It looked much better now than when he stood there sharply, saying he would revive his people.