Negima C+S
Hakase bit her lip and squirmed as she wheeled the television in front of her soon to be revamped slutdroid. In her head, she pondered the possibilities of experimentation. How long would it take her to break the android? Scientifically, she would prefer to have a control for the purposes of measuring properly... ah, but there was the fun part. She could easily set up a more intensely scientific experiment at a later time. Analyse different reprogramming techniques on a variety of girls, gather and pool the data, observe the most efficient way to turn even the most prudish of girls into a depraved pervert.
The possibilities... imagining them sent a thrilly down her spine. Mostly that was the spell, but a little of it was her love of science kicking in.
"What is your aim?" Chachamaru said. "Your actions are incongruent with previously observed behaviour. Conclusion: You are acting under the influence of an unknown spell."
Hakase let her lab coat fall open, revealing her naked body underneath while it hung off her shoulders. "Conclusion, correct!" she said, and patted Chachamaru on the head. Then she pointed her remote at the television and walked around the back of the seat so she could watch. Ah, a shame she couldn't watch Chachamaru's reaction live as it happened... but that was why there was a camera on top of the television aimed squarely at her cute android face.
The screen flickered to life, and what it showed was an extremely busty maid strutting around a room using her feather duster in a manner that was blatantly designed to appeal more to aesthetics than function. Leaning over just so, and gently running the duster along some rather phallic looking plants.
"That is an inefficient way to make use of a feather duster," Chachamaru said. Trying her best to stay clinical and detached, but Hakase could already tell that she was starting to get into this. Just a little tiny bit. The feather duster was then put away, and instead the maid picked up a banana and plopped it into her cleavage, whereupon she began to rub and squeeze her breasts together. "That will result in her uniform getting dirty."
"Yes, that's right," Hakase whispered in her ear. She licked Chachamaru's cheek. "She's so dirty, so very, very dirty."
"Your attempt to reprogram my behavioural protocols in this way will not work."
"Reprogram?" Hakase asked. "My, my. That's an interesting phrase in this context, isn't it? Reprogramming an android maid, or brainwashing my friend? You want to talk programming?" Hakase pointed her remote at the television and switched it off, then kicked the back of Chachamaru's chair, spinning her around to look at Hakase. "Let's talk programming."
“I know how programming works, and do not see the point in bringing this up.” Chachamaru said, voice deadpan even as she struggled to free herself.
"Well, don't you worry. Before long you'll understand the pervert's mindset completely," Hakase nodded. "That's the beauty of reprogramming. Let's start with the fundamentals."
Hakase turned Chachamaru again, and resumed the slutty maid show as she formulated her presentation in her head.
"The most fundamental thing to understand in terms of programming are 'variables'," Hakase began. "So, Miss expert - soon to be sexpert - tell me what a variable is."
"A variable is a specific storage form of data which can take on numerous names such as strings, integers, doubles, and so on. The main form of a variable is it is meant to be changed throughout a program, as opposed to a constant which is given a specific value and typically is not changed."
"Correct" Hakase said, rewarding Chachamaru by licking her cheek. "For example, her bust size if a constant because it's not changing." Unfortunately. "But the percentage of titflesh on display is variable, depending on how she's standing." Case in point, the way she was leaning over right now was making her uniform show a fairly high percentage of her rather impressive boobage.
At the same time, a video started playing on the wall, showing a percentage number that went up as Hakase undid the clasps at the front of Chachamaru's uniform. Slowly, steadily, the number started moving up until Hakase opened the last button of her top and let it hang free. Showing off the entire centre of her bountiful bust in the process.
"Tell me to stop," Hakase said, licking Chachamaru's cheek again. "I bet it felt bad earlier, when you protested."
"I would prefer that you didn't - " Chachamaru began, but stopped as the pain hit her. The pain of protesting her perversion. It was almost like an electric shock, like her systems being fried a little bit.
"Next up!" Hakase said, slipping around to sit in Chachamaru's lap. Ah. Now she was blocking her view. So she hugged Chachamaru while giving her this impromptu lapdance. "What are Booleans?"
"They are a kind of variable," Chachamaru said. Ah, the poor dear was trying to distract herself from what was happening. Fat chance of that working. "They can hold one of two values: Off or on, a 0 or 1, true or false."
"Correct!" Hakase said. "A real world example might be... Chachamaru's eyes are open? True or false? Or Chachamaru is watching the slutty maids spill water all over each other, meaning they have to finish cleaning in the nude."
Of course, Chachamaru had already tried to look away. Tried to close her eyes. That was the beauty of it, Hakase could very easily have fixed it up so that she couldn't close them or look away. The point was to give her those options, so that the spell would reward and punish her for her behaviour.
"N-Negative, water should not impede their ability to clean, they should, ow, should, ow." It was odd, Chachamaru had dealt with some rather horrible pain in past fights, but somehow this was harder to deal with. Perhaps because she knew that she was <i>only</i> trying to avoid looking at slutty maids cleaning in the nude.
A part of her was wondering what the harm would be. After all, even if a “brainwashing” succeed, since she was a robot, she could always just reboot to an earlier version, right? Such thoughts were treacherous, and revealed her subconscious desire to give in.
Hakase pulled back, sucked on her finger and then stuck it into Chachamaru's mouth, bobbing it in and out while the cute android reflexively sucked on it. "So what are If statements?" she asked. Then retrieved her finger and used it to trace a trail down Chachamaru's neck, down towards her navel where she circled playfully around it like water circling a drain.
"A conditional statement. Code nested inside an If Statement only runs when a certain predefined statement is true. This can be a comparison between two variables, a Boolean, or anything that can be defined as True or False."
"Hmmm, yes that's right," Hakase said. "They're extremely powerful programming tools that allow the programmer control over the instructions being followed. For example, If Chachamaru feels good watching slutty maids carrying trays of jello, then Chachamaru is a pervert."
This was when Hakase stuck her tongue right out, and let it follow the same trail that her finger had taken a moment ago.
"If Chachamaru is a pervert, it is only because Hakase has taken steps to do such a thing… robots are not perverted by design." she said while stopping her fun little taste of android flesh.
"I... am n-not a pervert!" Chachamaru protested. Aw. Not quite ready yet? "N-Neither do I wish to be. Would you really force such a trait on me? Make me less than what I could be?"
“Does being perverted make you less of a person? Mankind is quite obsessed with sex you know, and yet we managed to get this far with civilization, technology and culture.” Hakase said, tilting her head and looking in curiosity at Chachamaru.
"I would argue we have done so in spite of rule 34, not because of it. If I do not give my consent to alter my programming, is that not wrong of you to do so?"
"Last question!" Hakase said, choosing to ignore the attempt to draw her into a morality debate. Yech, that was the perfect route to a headache right about now. She got off Chachamaru's lap and strolled around behind her again. "Loops. What are they?"
"A form of conditional statement, where a section of code is repeated until a particular statement is True at its conclusion," Chachamaru tersely answered. "Now, address my query -"
Then she was turned around in her chair, and caught sight of Hakase grabbing hold of a pole and spinning around it in a whole other kind of loop. Even a (normally) rational scientist like Hakase had tried the cliche 'lightning rod used to activate a machine' trick before. Hopefully she'd properly insulated it before this perversion of its original use.
Heh. Perversion. She was super proud of her punnage today. Definitely needed to note that down.
"If Chachamaru is not pervert, then erotic dance, loop!" Hakase said.
"Y-You will be dancing for a long time," Chachamaru stammered. Actually stammered. "I will not - I will not succumb to your surprisingly pleasant thighs, or your understated breasts, or... Or your suckable toes… Or the subtly charming size of your kissable forehead..."
Chachamaru must have heard what she was saying aloud because she violently shook her head. Then stopped and frowned.
"Oh, I switched off your ability to turn off," Hakase said. "After all, that would defeat the point of turning you on. For the time being, why don't you start by calling me Mommy?"
- Chachamaru's reprogramming continues uninterrupted.
- Back to the library, where shenanigans are afoot.
- What's Chamo up to now?
- Ku Fei is up to mischief
- Something else
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