Alright then. Satomi was the kind of girl who didn't go into something new completely blind. She researched. She studied. She formulated data, and picked apart the plan. She reduced it to a science, and then she used that data to maximise her ability in it until practise made her good enough to be passable, and data became instinct.
"Hi, hi all my happy viewers!" Chisame said with her completely different personality. "I have wonderful news for you all! Today, I have a friend joining me on my show!" It was honestly quite the sight to anyone who knew her, what with the normally snarky and eternally frowning girl switching to a cutesy look within a heartbeat.
While she was setting up Satomi was on her phone looking things up online. Standing off camera, of course, researching what sort of things she should say and do.
The trouble is, she wasn't watching net idols. Not exactly. She was watching cam girls. As in, the sort that strips for cash on a webcam.
Well, they were at least the successful ones instead of random amateurs posting videos online. That had to count for something, right?
“I didn’t know you could do that with your tongue and a popsicle..” Satomi said, mentally adjusting her knowledge of biology a little.
It wasn't as if she'd deliberately sought these out, bear in mind. It was more like... every time she tried to look at something closer to what Chisame actually did, she felt this tremendous headache. And at the same time she felt good while watching these girls shake their butts for the camera. She couldn't even look away as they slid those clothes off, practically peeling their skirts down their lithe legs, because it felt so good to watch and so bad to not.
"Here she is now!" Chisame announced. "I said, here she is now! My good buddy... Saki!"
Oh, that was her cue. She quickly brushed over her hair with her hand another time before plastering a smile on her face. As she turned, she looked at Chisame’s costume. While covering more than the videos she had watched, there was still quite a bit of skin revealed..
The fake smile became a lot more real at that point. She stepped out, wobbling a little on her heels. Satomi smoothed her hands down her miniskirt and stepped out, making sure to look in the corner. She looked every bit the smoking hot secretary, a testament to Chisame's ability as a costume designer being able to throw this together so quickly.
"Hello everyone," Satomi said, pushing her glasses up her nose with one hand while the other lay on her hips. She leaned over, incidentally flashing a good amount of cleavage as she had 'accidentally' left the top few buttons undone. People could see that. Lots and lots of people could see that. "So, you are the fans that my good friend Chiu has been talking about all this time? A pleasure to meet you all. Today, for a change of pace, we shall be going through Saki's Science Lessons - but have no fear, I shall make sure you are all entertained."
The contrast between the cold demeanour and the sensual movements of her body were giving her a thrill. She could plainly imagine them all checking her out, eyes roaming over her curves and trying to get a glimpse of what lay below her skirt.
"Let's start with something simple. Elementary, one might say." Satomi pulled out a bottle of water and swirled it around. "Ordinary water. Nothing remarkable about it. Oh dear, where to put it..." She made a big show of wanting somewhere to place it, before settling for tucking it into her cleavage. "There. Now, the first column on the Periodic Table of Elements is called Alkali Metals. Here is some Sodium." She produced a white powder, that had been in a plastic pouch tied to her thigh.
“Now then, when I put these inside the bottle, it will create a reaction that produces gas. This will create pressure in the closed bottle until it can no longer hold.”
"S-Saki, are you sure this is safe?" Chisame asked, reaching out for Satomi. Too late though. In the white powder went, and Satomi threw her head back and - And, oh gosh this was so <i>dirty</i> and <i>perverted</i> and she was enjoying herself quite a lot. There was only one thing this data could mean. Only one conclusion she could reach. Her hypothesis was now elevated to theory.
<b>Bang!!</b>
The bottle burst and spilled out all over her top. "The reason is quite simple," she said. "The reaction turns the normally neutral water into a base. As you can plainly see, it is having an interesting reaction with my suit, in particular causing the material to recede around my cleavage. Have no fear, at this pH level my skin will at worst feel a touch tingly - though I do urge that you do not try this at home, I am safe because I am a professional, and... this vinegar should have a suitable enough acidic quality to counteract the base."
Cue her tipping vinegar over her chest from a sprinkle top bottle while Chisame gawped. Needless to say, but this was the first and last time this particular segment was going to run, and Satomi found herself standing on the other side of Chisame's door within about a minute flat.
"Gosh, what a smooth and effortless polite way to kick someone off a broadcast," Satomi remarked. "I doubt her viewers even knew that something was amiss."
"Probably not," Satsuki said. Ah! She was leaning against the wall, as if waiting for Satomi to leave. "But by the looks of things you certainly had a good time. Didn't you?"
She had a good time? Objectively speaking, the data led to only one conclusion: Yes, she had definitely had a good time. From the looks of things Satomi had as well, she was wearing a shoulderless top and a pair of shorts that were completely hidden from view by the apron she was wearing which made it look like she was naked underneath if viewed from a certain angle.
Even though she knew that, Satomi found herself drawn to the sight, eyes wandering from one part of her classmate’s body to the next. As if trying to get a glimpse of something forbidden.
“So, already got an idea of what is going on miss scientist?” With these words, the young cook stepped closer, until their breasts were pushing against each other. It was a most curious, but also very pleasurable sensation, which was only made better when her classmate’s hands groped her ass.
"Based on the available evidence, my hypothesis is that we are under some influence that is turning us into perverts."
Satsuki smiled, then kissed Satomi on the lips. Bliss. Sheer, total bliss.
"I think we can cook up a better hypothesis than that," Satsuki said. "Here's a little more information about what's going on..."
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There are certain disadvantages to being a cybernetic being. Your actions and behaviour are dictated by programming, rather than reason or instinct. That can be an advantage, but it can also make you predictable or behave inappropriately. But there are others as well. For example, having to report in for a checkup.
"Have you been doing those exercises I gave you?" Hakase asked, all motherly as she guided Chachamaru into her workspace. "Ah, and also make sure to keep your joints oiled properly. No junk food, your artificial digestive system cannot handle it very well."
This was all perfectly normal. Hakase tended to be very protective of Chachamaru, very motherly in her approach, very proud of her accomplishments with Chachamaru. Before long she was sitting down, and soon enough Hakase would begin her diagnostic. All was usual. The creeping darkness and lack of awareness was normal, akin to what humans call 'sleep'.
What was not normal came after she woke up. Chachamaru could not move, yet she was fully aware of her surroundings. For some reason there was a carrot and a stick dangling next to her head, one on either side. Strange. Bizarre. Inexplicable.
"That's the diagnostic finished. Everything seems perfectly good," Hakase said, stepping out in front of Chachamaru, but keeping her back turned to her. "All systems running as normal. You're effectively easy to mistake for a real human girl. Which means the spell should work on you just fine and well."
Hakase then slipped down the sleeve of her left arm, letting her bare shoulder loose for Chachamaru to see. For some reason staring at it triggered her pleasure responses. Attempting self diagnostic.
"You're probably wondering what's going on," Hakase continued, sliding down her other sleeve and letting her lab coat effectively hang off her elbows. "Why you can't move. It's all very simple I'm afraid. I made a mistake while programming you. A mistake I now intend to correct."
Then Hakase whirled around, letting her lab coat slide to the floor. She was utterly naked. A huge spike of pleasure coursed through Chachamaru's systems, more intense than she could believe. What - What on earth was happening to her?!
"I failed to make you into a pervert," Hakase said, simple as that. She strutted towards the paralysed cyborg, running her hands up and down her delightfully naked body. "That was rather unscientific of me. Because deep, deep down everyone is a pervert. Do you agree?"
No, she did not. That was a ludicrous - Chachamaru's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden sharp spike of pain! Those algorithms only existed for one reason, the same reason it did for animals: To stop them from doing something dangerous to their body, pronto! But Chachamaru could see no reason for pain!
"Let the reprogramming begin," Hakase Satomi said. "Let's time how long it takes for you to break completely, okay?"
- Satomi quickly breaks Chachamaru.
- Chachamaru is rescued by an unlikely person.
- Back to the library.
- Ku Fei seduces the twins.
- Something else
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