Hiroshi pushed open the first door, glancing inside. “We found the girls.”
Sayuri slapped her hands over his eyes. “Why are they all doing?”
“It looks like a mass orgy,” Hiroshi said, as calmly as he could.
Eight gorgeous naked girls, frozen in the middle of fondling and pleasuring themselves was the kind of thing he'd long dreamed of seeing, but Sayuri wouldn't understand, and anyway, these girls had doubtless been compelled by the Master PC. In his dreams, they'd always been volunteers, eager to please.
“I can see that,” Sayuri said. “I just couldn't believe it. Why would they be doing that.”
Hiroshi shrugged. “I don't know what girls normally do when there are no boys around=-”
“Not that.”
“But they aren't normal girls any longer. They've all had the Master PC editing their minds.”
“Did you know they were in there?” Sayuri asked, suspicion entering her voice. “You've been looking at the Master PC readouts.”
Hiroshi sighed. “They can't tell me what's in these rooms. I think he was trying to stop anyone from finding his basement. Whatever he did, without his password the Master PC can tell this basement exists, but it can't tell anything about what's down here.”
Sayuri hesitated. “You've got a remote terminal. Can you unfreeze one of them.”
Hiroshi nodded. “It'll take a few minutes. I loaded several macros into this watch, but none of them are applicable, so I'll have to-”
“You're showing off again,” Sayuri said. “Unfreeze one of them, but first, get them some clothes. I'm not letting you talk to any naked girls.”
“Wouldn't dream of it,” Hiroshi quickly lied.
Sayuri smiled. “Just get me a blanket or something.”
Daisuke walked slowly along the familiar route to Ukyo's, sneaking glances at Yuka's legs as she walked besides him.
“How are we going to do this?” she asked.
Daisuke shrugged. “We go in, sit down, and start talking about our fathers. If we're lucky, Ukyo will say something about hers.”
“Not what I meant. What if people think we're together?”
“Tell them it's just a school club thing,” Daisuke said, smiling. No one would believe that, of course, so it'd be good for his reputation with the other guys.
Yuka scowled. “You know they won't believe that. Why did we have to split up this way?”
“You and Sayuri didn't want to trust two boys alone in brothel.”
“And Hiroshi needs to be there,” Yuka said. “I know, but I don't like it.”
“But we have to do it,” Daisuke said, trying to sound resigned. If she got stuck pretending to be his girlfriend, that'd be great. She'd have to let him kiss her, and more. It'd mean spending more time in her company, but the could live with that; she wasn't just easy on the eye, she was surprisingly easy to chat with.
“Actually,” Yuka said, abruptly stopping. “There might be an alternative. How'd you like to show up at Ukyo's with a hot woman on your arms.”
“Lots,” Daisuke admitted, “but I don't know any who'd-”
“I mean me, in disguise. Remember what I got from the Master PC. I can make myself look like whatever you want. Nothing too extreme though.”
Daisuke smiled broadly. He knew Yuka had a great body under her clothes, thanks to that porn mag, but it could still be improved. Bigger breasts would just be the start. It'd get everyone talking about, which might be a problem. They'd want to know who the mystery girl was, and then things would spiral out of control, the way they always did.
“No,” Daisuke said reluctantly. “People would think I'd used some love potion. I'd have half the school chasing me, and didn't the priest say bad things would happen if you did that?”
Yuka nodded. “You're right. We'll just have to tell people they're wrong.”
“OK,” Daisuke said, then frowned. “You'll have to tell people. I can't go round saying I don't want to date a hot girl.”
Yuka looked at him. “You think I'm hot?”
There was only one answer to that.
“Right,” Sayuri said. “She's wrapped up. You can look now. What's her name.”
Hiroshi tapped his watch, checking the readings. “She doesn't have one. Noboru erased it beyond recovery.”
“But what about her family?”
“They won't be able to remember, and everywhere it was written, there'll be an illegible splodge. I'm reading a few other commands as well. She's-”
“Just unfreeze her.”
“You better hold her tight,” Hiroshi said, then pressed the button.
The girl lunged forwards, the blanket slipping away as she groped for his belt buckle.
“Stop that,” Sayuri said, pulling the girl away “What are you doing?”
“Order number one,” the girl said, her voice low and husky and she struggled to reach Hiroshi. “This sex toy must service every man she sees. Are you raw material? The processing room is next door.”
“Sit down,” Hiroshi said.
The girl sat down, her legs wide open.
Hiroshi looked away. “She's got to obey all commands from any man,” he explained, “with a few exceptions. That's one of the changes Noboru made to her.”
“What else did he do?” Sayuri asked, her voice dripping with cold fury.
“Lower intelligence and physical enhancements, mostly. Um, she's always ... turned on, but only Noboru can make her ... you know. Vanity, I suppose.”
Sayuri looked at the girl, then pointed into the first room. “Why are they all touching each other.”
“The master commands and we obey,” the girl said, then giggled. “This sex toy thinks it amused him.”
“She's got to talk about herself in the third person too,” Hiroshi said, “and she won't recognise Noboru's name either. Did your master ever talk about a boy called Kuno.”
“Yes,” the girl said. “This sex toy heard the master say 'I will not become a puppet, like that fool boy Kuno'.”
Sayuri frowned. “What did she mean, raw material?”
“Tell her,” Hiroshi said.
“The master says there are only two types of women in the world,” the girl said. “Raw material and sex toys. This girl of yours does not look like a sex toy. Her breasts are too small, and her legs are too fat.”
“Freeze her,” Sayuri snapped.
“You look fine to me,” Hiroshi muttered reassuringly as he pressed the button. “Shall we see what's in the next room?”
Sayuri nodded. “Why would he need a special room? He had the Master PC.”
Hiroshi shrugged. “Who knows?”
Sayuri glanced at the next door, neatly labelled 'Raw material processing centre one', then pushed it open.
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(Posted Thu, 10 Feb 2011 21:09)
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