A Meeting with Satsuki

Written in collaboration with Cross C

“I’m here, Satsuki-chan~!”

Waddling his way into the Elite Four’s most precious sanctum, Barazo looked very pleased with himself. He didn’t need to walk very far to get to work, and his new school uniform change had gone over amazingly! All the students were clearly very eager to please his fashion conscious pallet and were all dressed in their outfits all day yesterday.

Satsuki Kiryuin sat behind her desk, straight-backed and severe. Her maid uniform was cut obscenely, yet she wore it like a military dress uniform. The black bodice crushed her tits up high, pale cleavage packed tight beneath the white frills. The skirt was short enough that the slightest shift of her thighs would have revealed pussy had she not kept her knees precisely together.

His eyes crawled over her bod with open greed. Powerful rich girl. School dictator. Biggest eyebrows in Japan. Perfect tits. Perfect Ass. Proud Pussy. And all HIS in a slutty maid outfit!

“Mankanshoku Barazo, you are late.”

His face fell to a faux pitiable look, “There’s a lot of stairs, Satsuki-chan!” he whined, but was in too good of a mood to keep moping long. He waltzed over to take her chin and gently guided her into a lewd kiss, licking over her face with little care for discipline. Satsuki opened her mouth to let him taste her tongue as much as he wanted before letting go of her jaw, “Where’s the other four?”

She began licking up his face covering spittle while returning to her work, “In classes. Unlike you, they are still students in this academy.”

“Are you calling me useless?”

“Far from it,” she replied matter-of-factly, “Not only have you taken the rowdy and impertinent Matoi Ryuko under your wing, with your new magazine you aim to touch every student in my school.”

He awkwardly scratched his neck, “Uhh, w-who told you that…?”

Satsuki just continued, “The uniform adjustments of our students have become far more shameless in their appearances. Shedding their mortal whims of modesty has caused our strength to rise, and it’ll only grow with more time in these frilly maid outfits. I applaud your fashion sense, Mankanshoku Barazo.”

There were a few beats in the conversation’s tempo as Barazo stood there proudly. He looked over the empty room, beaming with accomplishment, before the silence almost immediately got the better of him. He fumbled with his hands, looking for a job to accomplish or at least a beer to drink, but nothing was there. “Uh… so what do I do day to day?”

“You are my lover. Your presence is enough.” replied Satsuki, reaching over and lightly cupping his underwear to squeeze what lay beneath.

Barazo chuckled, letting her feel his flexing hardness with the jiggle, “Naww, Satsuki-chan has a crush on me!”

The worming tendrils of a King’s orders pulsed in Satsuki’s mind. Her heart skipping a beat as she realised just how down bad she was for the ogre she’d latched onto, “You do remind me so little of those I despise…” she murmured, feeling a slight blush spread to her ears as her first crush loomed over her, “And your penis is huge, to a truly admirable degree.”

Barazo let out a boisterous, fat-jiggling laugh, leaning his massive belly over her pristine mahogany desk. "Nyahaha! Damn right it is. But hey, what are you doing with all these papers anyway? Isn't being the boss supposed to mean you don't do homework?"

Satsuki removed her hand, returning her focus to the towering stack of documents. Her thick eyelashes lowered as she meticulously reviewed a form. "I am the Student Council President. It is my duty to review and approve the formation of new school clubs, as well as their budget requests. This academy operates on the blood and sweat of its institutions."

Barazo picked up a piece of paper from the top of the pile. He squinted at it, his greasy thumb smudging the pristine ink.

"Hmm... 'The Advanced Robotics and Automata Club requests funding for a new micro-soldering station.' Wow. Reading that just made my dick soft." He tossed the paper back onto the desk. "Boring!"

Satsuki didn’t blink. She reached out, grabbed a massive, iron-cast rubber stamp, and slammed it down onto the robotics club application with the force of a meteor strike.

REJECTED.

"Wait, really?" Barazo blinked, surprised by his own absolute power.

"If the proposal fails to stimulate the alpha’s weapon, it serves no tactical purpose to Honnouji Academy," Satsuki stated with terrifyingly serene logic. She pushed the rejected paper off the desk, where it was caught by a lowly peon who quickly rushed off to deliver the letter. Satsuki simply continued with her work, "If this is boring, Mankanshoku Barazo, what sort of clubs should we be funding to elevate our forces?"

Oh, he knew. He knew exactly what he wanted to see.

"Well, for starters, studying is fine and all, but if the girls are in these slutty outfits I pick out for them then they should be doing things that make 'em bounce!" Barazo prattled, scratching his hairy stomach right above the gold piping of his banana hammock. "We need clubs dedicated to girls leaning over really far to pick things up! Or just bouncing up and down! Honestly, any club that doesn't involve tits jiggling around or tight asses shaking in our faces is a waste of money. The boys need to study hard, but they also need something to look at, and the girls need to show off their pussies! It's basic biology, Satsuki-chan!"

It was the crude, unfiltered babble of a middle-aged pervert whose brain had been entirely rotted by cheap porn and sudden absolute power.

But the King’s Regalia pulsed. A microscopic wave of dominant red light washed over Satsuki’s face.

To her subjugated, reality-warped mind, Barazo hadn't just listed a bunch of sleazy fantasies. He had just delivered the Communist Manifesto of bodily liberation.

Satsuki’s eyes widened. The pen in her hand snapped in half.

"I see..." she breathed, her voice trembling with the weight of this profound revelation. "For too long, we have treated the mind and the body as separate battlegrounds. We have championed academia and martial prowess while hiding our true physical forms behind the archaic burdens of modesty."

Satsuki stood up.

The sudden motion made her firm breasts press sharply against the tight black bodice of her maid uniform. Though she lacked the sheer, plush bulk of someone like Sukuyo, her chest was notably generous for her lithe, athletic frame, the pale cleavage packed tightly above the white frills. She stepped away from the desk, her stride purposeful, her skirt flaring just enough to expose the thick straps of the black thong riding high on her hips, her perfect, proud pussy barely contained beneath it.

She marched to the open balcony overlooking Honnou City. As she stepped into the sunlight, a sudden, inexplicable gale of wind caught her hair, whipping it around her like a dark halo. Massive, blinding lens flares glinted off the polished metal of her uniform's buckles.

She threw her arms wide, her posture impossibly straight, her presence dominating the heavens.

"To hone the mind while ignoring the flesh is a half-measure!" Satsuki declared to the city below, her voice resonating with operatic, dictatorial grandeur. "We shall not abandon our studies, but elevate exhibitionism to a core curriculum! A total, uninhibited display of the body working in tandem with the intellect! The fire of a man who fights for a naked woman with erection high, and the freedom of a woman that embraces her unbridled and uncovered femininity! We shall forge a student body that weaponizes lust! Let the exposure of sex stand equal to academic achievement! Let the bouncing of breasts become our new metric of discipline!"

She drew her sword, Bakuzan, pointing the gleaming steel out toward the sun.

"WE SHALL EMBRACE THE VULGARITY OF THE FLESH!" Satsuki roared, her voice echoing across the tower.

Behind her, the sky seemed to shatter. Massive, blood-red block kanji slammed into the empty air, hovering behind her silhouette with the concussive force of an artillery strike:

FILTHY SEXUAL REVOLUTION!!

For one perfect, cinematic second, she stood there, a terrifying goddess of war declaring an era of absolute smut.

Then, the wind instantly died. The lens flares vanished.

Without missing a single beat, Satsuki turned on her heel, walked briskly back into the office, sat down at her mahogany desk, and calmly picked up a fresh pen from her drawer.

"I shall have the student council draft the new charter immediately," she said, her voice returning to its normal, deadpan, business-like tone. She pulled the next application from the pile. "We must integrate these lewd exhibitions seamlessly with our daily academic schedule."

Barazo stood there for a second, blinking. The shift from apocalyptic anime monologue to mundane administrative work was so jarring it almost gave him whiplash. But the fat man simply shrugged it off, a dopey, greedy grin spreading across his face.

"Awesome, I am nailing this leadership thing~" Barazo said, scratching his belly. He waddled around the side of the desk, his massive gut leading the way. "So... wanna come over and suck my nuts?"

Satsuki stopped writing. She placed the pen down with absolute precision.

"Yes," she answered, her voice ringing with the same absolute conviction she had just used to declare a new era.

Satsuki Kiryuin stood, pushed her chair back, and walked around the desk to kneel obediently before him.

Instead of moving his underwear for the woman, he just spread his legs wider, “I’ve already worked hard today. You should just move my pants with your mouth if you wanna suck em.”

“Of course,” she agreed wholeheartedly, quickly leaning forwards to give his outrageous bulge a huge smooch through the underwear. The sour smell of the unclean permeated her brain all the way down the root, strengthening the hold the fibers had over her tactical mind.

Satsuki’s tongue went to work, licking against the fabric as it tried to loop around, getting between the stenchful regalia and the unwashed ballsack to pull. Her hands on his thick thighs, there was a level of effort she needed to put in to wriggle against the strained garment, especially as his growing hardness increased said strain. The taste being so incredibly intoxicatingly erotic also didn’t help her concentration on the task.

Eventually the fabric moved far enough along for Satsuki to properly gaze upon the holy land of semen storage. Such fat nuts that were of unbelievable size, were they not right in front of her etes. The younger woman’s heart yet again skipped a beat from sure lust at her crush’s balls. She even noted the way they seemed to twitch along with his dick, as if she could gaze upon the man’s unnatural jizz production in real time.

Wasting no more time, the pristine and beautiful student council president began to make out with the dead beat dad’s fat nuts. Her soft lips rubbing against his course wrinkles, noting the firmness with her first kiss, knowing he was forever full up for another load.

Barazo sat back and enjoyed the show. He had no doubt he’d soon be taking care of the lustful girl’s hormones again, slamming her against the desk as she begged for more. To think her youth could have been wasted in this boardroom alone without a single huge dick to stretch her slutty slit! This new era of sexy fun would really help out these stuffy types, no doubt!

Knock knock knock “L-Lady Satsuki-sama! Are you in there?!”

Barazo looked down to his ball cleaner, who looked far too drunk on his crotch fumes to even register she was being called. With a shrug, he knew he could handle it, “Come in!”

Taking a first inquisitive look around was a boy Barazo would instinctively call a nerd. Shaggy hair, round glasses with thick lenses, orange bowl hair cut. As a man of true fashion, Barazo believed he could truly recognise these things from a glance and not just from the easily identifiable tropes the boy embodied.

He shuffled quickly into the room to stand in the center of the room, followed quickly by two nearly identical nerds with black and brown bowl cuts respectively. They all stood in a line, adjusting their glances like a form of salute as they looked determinedly towards the table where Barazo sat.

“Fashion Lord Barazo!” said the left nerd.

“A pleasure to meet you!” said the right.

“We are glad you are present for this momentous occasion!” the central nerd exclaimed.

With a tilt of his head and an adjustment to make Satsuki lick his balls deeper, Barazo asked, “Who are you three?”

With a smirk, the three instantly jumped into Sentai level poses with little need for prompting, “We are the Advanced Robotics and Automata Club!”

“Ehh?” Barazo groaned, “Didn’t Satsuki already reject your offer for new funds?”

“She did! We received the notice moments ago!” roared left nerd.

“But this is not about that!” right nerd continued.

“You aren’t?”

The central nerd shook his head, “We also heard that Lady Satsuki requires all clubs to become hotter!”

“Lewder!”

“More focused on sex!”

Barazo frowned at them as they all got close enough to slam their hands on the round table in front of him, “...news really travels fast around here. You three better not be wanting to touch my Satsuki-chan to try and save your club.”

They jumped back to salute in unison, “We wouldn’t dream of it, sir!”

The ginger one took point again, “We are simply worried about our club! We believe the interpretation of our collective does not meet the standard for sexy that the new doctrine demands! But we can PROVE this idea is FALSE!”

“So noisy…” Barazo huffed again, wishing he could just focus on Satsuki’s deep tongue lashing, but an alpha’s job as a patriarch sometimes meant being responsible, “How do you plan on…? Woah.”

Before Barazo could sound any more unenthused, a new figure gently walked into the room.

Her outfit looked similar to the maids he’d made law, but with quite a few distinct differences. For one she had platinum blonde hair in a short bob cut with a black hairband across it. A black cloth covered her eyes, yet she seemed to have no unsteadiness to her strut. Her outfit had less frills, but more patterns. The skirt flared out from her waist so widely it was simply begging for a low angle panty shot, especially as the split up to her belly button gave a healthy sight of her thick thigh. Black gloves, pantyhose, all in a beautifully curvy yet regal package. Barazo was certainly paying attention now.

“We present to you the magnum opus of the Advanced Robotics and Automata Club! Her name: YoRHa No. 2 Type B!”

“Or ‘2B’ for short!”

“We got the design from a video game!” the last one announced, but the other two slapped him upside the head to try and hide that fact. “Uh, I mean, we designed her ourselves!”

“Fashion Lord Barazo,” she spoke with a voice creamier than her thighs, bowing lightly at his excited awe. She then bowed lower, “Lady Satsuki Kiryuin.” Though her creators didn’t seem to understand where Satsuki was.

Black haired nerd adjusted his glasses again, “Our club was always working towards our dream of sexy maid robots for all, but feared that Satsuki would deem us perverted nerds for such an idea! We had to hide 2B away, until you came in, Fashion Lord Barazo!”

He was definitely impressed, “She’s a robot? You nerds made this girl?”

“We did!” beamed brown haired nerd, “Her body may be silicon, but her battle capabilities are still top notch! We gave up all our two star regalias we were gifted for our club to make her outfit!”

“Is she going to be going to school then?” asked Barazo, accidentally enforcing his will out of genuine curiosity.

The three looked at each other as the life fibers infected even their astute brains. “...we hadn’t planned on it, but, uh, yeah! We can enrol her!”

“We don’t have to hide her anymore! Maybe we can even figure out which of us she’d want to date~”

“Well, it’ll be me, since I’m the leader!”

“Hey! I was the one that designed her pleasure centers!”

“You two wouldn’t have even designed her this way if it wasn’t for me!”

As the three bickered about their creation, Barazo had eyes only for the stationary robot with a sexy blank expression, “Which one of you does she listen to?”

The black haired nerd turned as the other two were getting physically violent, “She already has the hierarchy of Honnoji pre-imposed! Lady Satsuki and the Elite Four’s orders are absolute, even above ours!”

Barazo grinned, “Oh? So I can tell her to come kiss me then?”

The three blinked, “Eh?”

“Of course, Fashion Lord Barazo.” 2B nodded, not waiting for her old masters’ approval before walking calmly around the table.

“W-wait!” the three exclaimed just as she reached him.

Barazo cupped her chin, not even looking at the nerds anymore, “You three don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not, sir!” they exclaimed, saluting once more as their creation sealed her lips on their leader.

Barazo could taste the pristine freshness of an untouched beauty through his first kiss with the robot. She held no emotion on her face as she reciprocated his motion, but had downloaded plenty of instructions on the perfect kissing techniques from the internet to assist her tasks. Barazo always liked the stoic strong silent types, as their love drunk and broken faces tasted so much sweeter.

Their tongues dueled in her mouth. Silicon membranes analysing his sour spittle for all its molecular integrity. Coating her-

[ERROR]

A small logical error in 2B was flagged almost immediately.

Not enough to crash her system, but it still made her mechanical mind ponder. Her directive when encountering such a substance should have been to disengage and cleanse such a filthy mouth. In a single breath his germ outtake seemed unnaturally high, as if his diet was exclusively a mix of unknown substances stuffed into croquettes and female ejaculate. In her analysis of her old masters and the internet such a feat should be impossible, yet the more his saliva drenched her senses the more errors of logic clogged her processors.

2B had no idea of knowing the control that Barazo could accomplish. His King’s Regalia even managing to seep through her lewd clothes and affect her android mind.

Barazo didn’t care, he just wanted to make out with the cutie as Satsuki continued to kiss his nuts. He reached around and gave her uncovered right bun a hearty squeeze.

[CORE TEMPERATURE RISING. CAUSE: UNKNOWN.]

She had no emotions, yet something about this man’s touch was making her system’s heat rise. Inside, a silent cooling fan whirred into overdrive, liquid coolant was applied to her artificial womb that moistened her entire inner working, nipple extraction protocols started prodding out by themselves, all to maintain that quiet look of dignity she had as her tongue was assaulted by this living bulk.

Barazo still wasn’t aware about his powers. Yet, despite that, one could argue he was becoming more adept at using the King’s regalia even subconsciously. His will to make girls fall for him through sex made the life fibers dance to his tune.

2B continued to serve this new man, though found her body acting in ways she did not order it to. Leaning into his groping, reaching over and touching his body, a tiny moan leaking out-

Before it was suddenly cut short as Barazo laughed triumphantly.

“Good!” he roared, turning his attention to the club that had made her, “Good job! She’s perfect! Go make more!”

“We shall!” the three saluted together. Two ran off immediately, but their leader gave an awkward scratch of his head, “Um… the budget?”

“Yeah yeah, approved,” Barazo waved dismissively, “Go!”

“Right away, sir!”

And with that they were gone. And only Barazo and his girls remained.

“What are my orders, sir?”

Barazo just grinned for a moment as he looked over 2B’s body again before bursting into laughter once more, “Hahaha! To think just a few days ago I was digging for underwear in the trash! Now I’m so prolific I have a top of the range sex bot! I bet only the best CEOs get this kinda gear!”

2B waited as his belly jiggled against Satsuki’s head, “...what are my orders, sir?”

“Oh, pleasure me, obviously.”

“That is my duty,” Satsuki growled, finally taking her lips off of his sweaty ballsack to speak, “I am your tool for pleasure, Mankanshoku Barazo. This new robot should serve a different purpose.”

“My capabilities in combat are exceptional. I would lay down my life to protect yours.” 2B explained.

Barazo was having none of it, “Hey hey! I tell the robot what to do! Besides, do you really think you can handle ALL my lust, Satsuki-chan?”

“Of course I can. That much is obvious,” she said, slobbering deeply into his nuts as if proving her point.

“Is that right? Well how about we put that to the test then?” Barazo smirked, “I’ll fuck both you and if you can last longer then I’ll let this one be a battle bot or whatever. But if you can’t, I get to keep her as a sex droid.”

“My capabilities in combat…” 2B tried to re-explain, assuming the humans just had not heard her the first time.

“Deal,” Satsuki nodded, “YoRHa No. 2 Type B, I insist you join me in performing oral on Mankansoku Barazo.”

“...very well.”

Barazo spread his thick thighs wider to let both girls crouch before him. The comparative lewdness of a platinum beauty to the right and a raven temptress to the left, each reaching forward to take care of one of his oversized nuts. Twas enough to write poetry, had Barazo the capacity.

Satsuki wanted to prove that her role as a pleasure giver to Mankanshoku Barazo was unparalleled. She knew that he had a wife, but could only assume she had not the ability to keep such a huge dicked beast tamed.

2B was dealing with errors.

Many, many errors.

It started when she used her mouth scanner to taste and scan the contents of the ballsack she was suckling upon.

A computer mind like hers had to do thousands of computational processors per second. Analysing the light of the sun, the composition of the air, audio and visual threats, all simultaneously analysed by her mind. A logical error are those that expand beyond the preset parameters of each process she was analysing. If the air suddenly contained a lethal percentage of custard that would trigger a logic error.

Based on all pre-set logic of a man’s sperm count, Barazo’s nuts should not be able to be this full and fertile.

Heat scans confirmed what her mouth was tasting, yet the errors still persisted. Perhaps it was the fault of her creators for never considering such a sizeable nutsack to ever exist, but 2B was struggling to process just how much was inside him.

Errors that just compiled upon her GPU when he revealed the ridiculous size of his cock.

“Like the size of it, robo-girlie?” Barazo grinned, waving it about when he noticed the slack jawed stare of the blindfolded beaut, “You know, I hear a girl’s womb often aches when they see a dick they’re super compatible with. Your robo womb the same?”

Even if the clothes she wore didn’t interpret that as an order to manipulate her artificial body parts, 2B was already starting to desire the experience of such a massive man meat inside her. She’d already had each of her creators attempt to fornicate with her beyond the knowledge of the other two, but the quickness of their abrupt orgasms left her confused by human’s obsession with sex. She’d had to set her logic parameters for female pleasure to be much lower… but it seemed parameters were made to be broken.

She nodded, “Yes. I believe my artificial womb is telling me it would enjoy being stretched beyond capacity by your penis.”

“I too ached upon gazing upon your penis,” said Satsuki, reaching up and taking ahold of his girth, “Your size puts so many others to shame, yet my womb believes we are incredibly compatible! But mine is actually breedable!”

“Aw shucks, Satsuki-chan~” Barazo giggled while scratching behind his head, “Don’t fight over little old me! Just make out instead!”

Grabbing their skulls, Barazo slammed the two younger women’s faces together so their soft lips crashed and mashed. It wasn’t exactly the most romantic start to a kiss, but the two followed their orders quickly after the initial shock to make out with one another. Tongues dancing around each other like a pair of tipsy curious girls in the quiet area of a party.

Barazo didn’t let go of their heads though. Instead of bringing the pair together, he started separating their tongues forcibly using his dick. Thrusting between the pair of lips like they were his personal onahole.

Satsuki and 2B were both obviously quick on the uptake and update respectively. Shifting their lips to give Barazo as much space as his cock needed to fuck their mouths, all while licking his shunting shaft.

For Satsuki, it was nothing more than what she was on this planet to do. Please Mankanshoku Barazo. As pleasurable as this was, it was also a mechanical task to her, no different from signing a document or overseeing a club inspection. She was a tool, and this was her function.

Which was ironic, as the actual tool in the room was beginning to struggle with her emotions.

[TACTILE SENSORS OVERLOADING. CORE TEMPERATURE RISING]

Why did this man’s touch galvanize her so? 2B had been stuck in storage for most of her existence, never even getting to eat the ramen her creators pigged out on, yet now her tongue was being roughly brushed with an impossibly sized sweaty noodle. Each error of logic making 2B’s body twitch in ways she’d never experienced before.

She had to serve Barazo, she understood that order, but she didn’t understand the desire to do so growing within her. Emotions were supposedly prohibited, but the more he fucked her face the more she wanted to become his personal maid forever.

“OOOHHH YEEAHHH!”

After a heated few minutes of humping, Barazo gave no warning when his cock erupted in pleasure.

Jism sprayed up and across the Elite Four’s table in thick impossible ropes before he recoiled back, keeping their faces together as he blasted the beauties with ball cream. Cum smearing deeply into their hair, brows, clothes, and open mouths.

“Whew~” he exclaimed, somehow falling back onto the chair he was already sitting on, “Nice first nut! Did you girls enjoy it?”

Satsuki was already licking from her breast with stoic determination, “Obviously. Your semen is rich in male hormones, I can feel our compatibility throbbing inside me from just a single blast of your lustful sauce!”

2B was trying to emulate the cleaning. First by wiping her face with a tissue, then eating the tissue. She bowed slightly at Barazo. “My enjoyment is irrelevant.”

Clicking her tongue, Satsuki looked irritated at her newest rival, “Hmph. A pathetically pedestrian answer from a machine created by pigs in human clothing.”

“May I ask what you mean?” asked 2B.

“You believe such a masculine specimen such as Mankanshoku Barazo cares that little for your pleasure that it is 'irrelevant'? It shows how little you understand about the world, and the desires of men that reside inside of it.” She spoke with such a grand tone that Satsuki was seemingly pushed onto her feet from the sheer power of her own words. “The pleasure of a woman is what a true man dreams for! To force the strongest fighters of the world to submit to their mighty cock that they become loyal addicted cum sluts! To disregard your pleasure is an insult! You may as well give up and let yourself be fucked by the small dick cockroaches that litter the garbage heaps of society!”

Behind her, giant red kanji appeared.

TRUE SUBMISSION THROUGH LOVE!

2B was stunned, not expecting such a raw and impassioned speech. She turned to Barazo, who nodded in confirmation, “It’s true, ya know. Never think your pleasure is ‘irrelevant’... cause I get off on that shit.”

After a few seconds of thought, she nodded once more, this time to her sexual senpai, “Thank you for the lesson, Lady Satsuki. I will be more careful in the future.” she said calmly, then turning back to her new lover, “The experience was very enjoyable. I look forward to more.”

“There we go!” he beamed. Barazo looked past them for just a second, realizing where his first ropes had landed, “Oh whoops, made a mess of the dinner table. Uhhh… gimme that.”

Before 2B could realise what he wanted her blindfold was ripped from her head, leaving her blinking from the lack of information. “Huh? Wait-”

“Don’t worry! I’ll give it back in a second!” said Barazo, wiping up his cum from the table using 2B’s blindfold. The majority of which clearly just smearing around from the cloth, but collecting enough within the black material that Barazo was satisfied he’d ‘cleaned up’. With a nod, and a quick wipe of his crotch with the cloth, he then turned around and slipped the cum soaked blindfold back onto 2B’s head, matte-ing her hair and stinging her eye sensors almost immediately. “There. All better.”

The cloth stuck to her face tight. All the sensors in the nanofabric were going haywire from Barazo’s cum. It was as if globules of jizz were standing around the room, feeding her information about all the ways they were oozing downwards. Some dripping down her cheeks as she tried to understand what was happening around her. Not helped by the fact he hadn’t put the blindfold on properly, sending his unending stench right up her nose.

“I… I…”

“Round two time!” Barazo announced, “Spread em out!”

---

Meanwhile, three boys were tapping away at their computers in their ‘secret’ laboratory. AKA the room labelled ‘The Advanced Robotics and Automata Club’.

Their 3D printer was already hard at work, digitally morphing the plastic to shape their latest creations. Soon a veritable army of anime automata waifus would be unleashed upon the school.

“Hey, do you think he’s actually… you know… with 2B?” whimpered boy 1.

“What if he finds out we’ve been messing around with school property?!” boy 2 bit his nails.

“He’ll tell Lady Satsuki and we’ll lose our funding for sure!” boy 1 agreed again.

“Shut it. Both of you.” said boy 3, slamming his fist down on the table defiantly. “Master Barazo is a real man. One with a perverted soul and an even more perverted dick. He would never throw a fellow gooner under the bus! He certainly recognises our ability to make perfect wank banks like 2B! We could have coasted and just had her fight all our battles, but instead he took her from us and is forcing us to improve! He knows we will create stronger, sexier robot waifus! He belives in us, and I believe in him!”

Boy 1 + 2 were nearly moved to tears.

“He’s right, I’m sure we’ll get a section in Bulge for our efforts!”

“Maybe we’ll even be mentioned on the cover!”

“That’s the spirit boys! Now let’s get to work!”

“YEAH!”

---

2B could only watch on as the impossible occurred before her eyes.

The grand lady Satsuki was on her back, wrapping limbs around a bulk twice her size that thundered against her hard enough to break the reinforced table they both lay upon. His hands mauled her chest, her face twisted in pleasure, their groins slammed hard enough to cause shockwaves in the air.

All of this was greater than the known abilities of humanity. A woman’s vagina should be struggling to stretch around that error creating girth, yet Satsuki was deriving deep pleasure from the deeper phallus. The heat they were emitting and sweat they were shedding should be creating immediate dehydration between the pair and slow their movements, yet they were so enraptured by each other they only seemed to increase in speed. And shockwaves? How could such a thing ever be possible? The strongest boxer could never hit a sandbag hard enough with their fist for such a feat, yet these two’s hips were generating enough force to reverberate sound across Honnoji.

The data was as bizarre as it was fascinating. It was still warming her core and causing an excessive amount of coolant to leak out of her simulacrum slit. 2B had tried to plug the leak with her fingers, but the added stimulation to that part of her only seemed to create new errors and leakages. Now she just lay there with only her blindfold as a covering, she could truly feel all her artificial nerve endings inflamed from the breeze they were giving off, especially in her erect nipple protocol.

Her mind was away from her own body though, focused instead on the increasing speed of the humans beside her.

Grunts and howls that certainly sounded mammalian but far from sapien were increasing in tempo.

Had 2B the capabilities to talk with animals she may have understood their unspoken language. But, then again, it wasn’t hard to use context clues to figure out they were both cumming.

“AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”

“RRAAAAGHGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”

The guttural, animalistic cries echoed through the room and then subsided into a hefty amount of panting. For the good of the building’s internal structure, the shockwaves had ceased. The only sound remaining in the room was the frantic heaving gasps for air.

2B’s optical sensors, which had been recording at maximum capacity, automatically shifted to a low-power analysis mode. She processed the finer data points: heart rate deceleration, cortisol levels dropping, a sudden surge in oxytocin and prolactin, and an incalculable amount of sperm swimming up through the cervix entrance. The human mating ritual had concluded. The data was… conclusive, to say the least. And utterly baffling to say the most.

The bulk known as Barazo rolled off of Satsuki with a wet and satisfying squelch. Her svelte younger body looking so different from his middle aged gut, yet in that contrast was a divine connection of lust they both shared. His sickening grin and her panting rolled back eyes. Extending also to his meaty extension resting upon her mons pubis, spurting the last of its territory marking jism onto her belly. All while her own pussy leaked a copious amount of the same semen atop her once regal table.

“Okay, your turn, 2B-chan~” Barazo sang, stretching his arms above his head briefly while approaching his next hole goal. “You ready?”

“Querey. Do you not require a refractory period before my ‘turn’ as it were?”

“Nah. You ready?”

“Perhaps you should acquire a liquid refreshment first. I can recommend several-AH!”

Barazo just sucked her coolant right from her pussy, making a massive slurping sound as he did so and making the platinum haired beauty flail around from the stimulation. “Mm, 2B-chan juice is lemon fresh! Hahaha! How refreshing!”

“I… I…”

“Stop stalling,” hissed Satsuki from beside her, “If you are to be a tool of Honnoji you must be ready to lay your life down upon command. Barazo’s penis may be formidable, but your nervous hesitance to pleasure him is becoming a dishonor to womankind.”

Despite the pep talk and man between her legs, 2B still seemed apprehensive.

“I am not nervous as emotions are prohibited. There is simply no reason to perform coitus with me. I cannot be impregnated, nor do I believe myself a greater lover than Lady Satsuki. I concede the contest. Observation should be my primary function for this event,” 2B stated, her voice a monotonic flatline as she sat up slowly. “During my cataloging I found the data… anomalous. I believe further-”

“ENOUGH!”

2B had a second to only blink before Satsuki’s ass landed on her head.

“Mankanshoku Barazo has requested your pussy, you idiotic automaton! Drink upon his seed, YoRHa No. 2 Type B, and be reborn in his lust! Let no anomaly or programming restrict your own desires!”

The sour tastes of male breeding fluid once more entered 2B’s lips, causing errors to pile up once more. The weight of Satsuki Kiryuin’s ass wasn’t enough to break her, but it seemed illogical that she was being attacked, causing unneeded strain to an otherwise amicable automaton.

“Sex doesn’t have to make sense,” added Barazo, aiming his dick between 2B’s flailing legs, “It’s messy, sticky, tight, and fun! Don’t need to be bred to get into it! Now let’s do it!”

As soon as Barazo’s fat cockhead pressed itself against her leaky womanhood, 2B suddenly realised that she had emotions.

Fear.exe, anticipation.exe, lust.exe, and more. New programmes were being run on her core processor at maximum output. Her task manager could no longer hide such powerful exe files that took over her GPU.

“Oh YEAH!”

[ERROR]

[ERROR]

[ERROR]

[RISK OF MENTAL SHUTDOWN: HIGH]

[REMOVE FOREIGN OBJECT IMMEDIATELY]

Despite the warnings on her screen, 2B did not know how to proceed. Her simulacrum slit had only ever been touched and prodded with penile assortments much smaller than this.

Attempts to run scream.wav were blocked by the jism in her mouth.

The warm coolant she’d been leaking had let the man fill her pussy all the way to his base in one thrust. Her spongy interior being forced to stretch far beyond her initial specs would ever accommodate, yet despite the logical conclusion towards tears and breakages, 2B simply felt overwhelming pleasure from the thrust.

Her manufacturers had overturned her sensitivity settings across her faux nerve endings. To them, they were just trying to make the stoic robot feel good and pull ahegao faces, but it caused a domino effect of becoming overtly weak to a real man like Barazo. 2B’s pleasure programmes were running at maximum capacity, totally overtaking the CPU, Disk, and Memory processors and forcing her to only focus on analysis of the penis.

His cock began hammering into her like a meaty sewing machine. His hands on her hips, he watched as 2B’s massive tits slapped back and forth on her chest with each thrust. Her insides still felt as boiling, wet, and fleshy as any human’s. Honestly if he was told this was just a freaky cosplay chick he’d believe them.

Barazo leaned forward and began making out with Satsuki as she continued to leak her juices into 2B. Even if the robot between her thighs had been required to breathe, she would not have moved her rear for any reason, as her King’s pleasure was still paramount.

All assessments of Barazo from afar paled in comparison to actually feeling it fill her up. The raw uncut data streamed into her, each thrust creating a new data stream torrent to fill her head and clog up her processors. His heat requires new coolant, his girth rearranging her insides, his power requiring new armor pieces be collected.

‘Drink upon his seed, YoRHa No. 2 Type B, and be reborn in his lust! Let no anomaly or programming restrict your own desires!’

Amidst all the chaos, 2B had missed this direct order from Lady Satsuki. Her directives still required her to follow any orders from her, and thus 2B was encumbered with an influx of desire.exe. She’d never felt so free. So full of data and cock.

She felt like she needed to give back in some way.

2B had been locked away in storage for so long, all of her interactions with humanity being through the internet of 2013. A quiet place of forums and discussions, she’d purposefully avoided looking at the lewd websites that might corrupt her files. Yet the more Barazo fucked her, the more internet tabs she’d opened to discover ways to pleasure him. Downloading as much data as she could, streaming endless pornography directly into her processors, despite the risk.

Her insides began to vibrate, her pussy gushed, and a thick husky moan escaped through Satsuki’s lips.

“WHOO! This pussy is nice, 2B-chan~!” Barazo praised into Satsuki’s mouth, barely taking his tongue out of the other woman’s lips to praise his fuck toy.

2B had learned the importance of a male being enraptured with a female’s pleasure, and so wanted to show her newfound desire to Barazo as best as she could. He had graced her with slamming his wide burning cockhead against her artificial womb, after all.

Her coolant splashed around the room the harder he thrust.

All her insides trying to grind up against his invading pole, to pleasure all that she could to keep feeding her his delicious paradoxical information.

With her assistance guiding him, 2B could finally analyse all the steps of loving impossibility that occur through one of Barazo’s ejaculations. A new parameter would need to be set for each:

• [heat_output: set_new_scale_max_to_oven_grill]
• [girth: set_new_scale_max_to_pringles_can]
• [semen_output: comparable_new_scale_from_mouse_to_blue_whale]
• [humanity’s_power: set_new_scale_to_incalcuable]

Barazo’s final climactic thrust still felt like it broke something inside her logic.

It was like all the zeros in her body… were set to a single glorious One.

“AAAIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!” She screamed as the jets of jism flooded her body. Rubbery internal components never designed to do anything but exist were being stretched to their limits as Barazo’s cum poured into her. It was as if he was flooding her very core. 2B’s CPU was already running hot, but to be so close to Barazo’s lava cream was sending error after error into her whole system. Later 2B would realise that this was akin to a woman’s orgasm, but right now she simply gasped and screamed to try and hold onto what little grasp of reality she had.

Barazo had a knack for always unleashing that extra sized nut into a new pussy. Some part of the conqueror in him, dating back to his great great granddad Mankanshoku Gisaburō, known for always wanting to spread his seed as far as he could.

Which is why Barazo felt somewhat unsatisfied as he panted above 2B.

Satsuki moved herself and sat beside the pair, noticing that Barazo had yet to exit the faux pussy, seemingly studying the twitching robot that was for some reason gasping for air.

“Ya know, I thought you couldn’t, but I bet you can get preggers, can’t ya? A pussy this nice ain’t no way it’s just for show!” Suddenly he rammed his cock deep inside 2B again. Ignoring all the cum in the way and crashing against her cervix. “Those boys would totally give you some way to incubate a kid up inside you!”

“It-it is impossible!” She blurted out, “I apologise, but-”

“Nah! You can’t hide your baby making programmes from me!”

The bulk began slamming down on her with a blur of impossible speed that thundered her core processors and voided her warranty

[FIRST_DIRECTIVE_RECEIVED: OBEY.]

[SECOND_DIRECTIVE_RECEIVED: BECOME PREGNANT.]

[LOGIC_ERROR_FOUND: INCAPABLE_OF_PREGNANCY. UNABLE_TO_OBEY.]

2B wished to follow the order, her “Please! I’m sorry! I-!”

“Do not disobey my fashion icon! Get pregnant!” Satsuki barked, grabbing onto her tits angrily. “I am his tool for lust, but he demands you be his robotic broodmare!”

“Yeah! We just gotta keep fucking till you have my robot baby!”

“AAHHHHH!!!”

The conflicting directives created a cascade failure. Logic screamed at her that she was a machine of metal and wire, incapable of biological reproduction. She had no DNA to share with his glorious seed, despite the amount he was ramming into her. But the command from her designated superior, reinforced by the overwhelming physical will of the male currently rearranging her internal components, was an absolute. Her programming could not reconcile the two. So it did the only thing it could: it tried to obey the impossible.

Luckily for 2B, she was not aware that Barazo wasn’t the only creature intruding upon her body.

The prying hands of the original life fibers had been seeping into her body this whole time. They had the ability to distort her surface level processes, but firewalls had stopped them from accessing any deeper files within.

As 2B tried to obey, the life fibers wormed their way through her system in tandem to the King’s orders. A combined goal to reject the impossible and form new life inside the immortal shell. Brute forcing their way through the many encryption layers that held them from their prize

[ACCESSING_FILE: POTENTIAL_PROGENESIS_v0.73.enc]

[PASSWORD_REQUIRED]

Despite the system’s shared goals, admin privileges of certain unfinished files was locked for the safety of 2B’s GPU.

Yet Barazo continued to push. Unleashing another thundering roar before he climaxed once more, forcing a huge wave of errors and cum into the robot lady.

[ERROR: OVERHEAT_LEVEL_85%]

[ADVICE: CEASE_CURREN>ERROR]]<>

[>ERRORERROR]]<>

[PASSWORD_ADVISABLE]

Barazo’s relentless pounding became a physical key. Each slam against her cervix was a hammer blow against the firewall. Each spurt of his superheated semen was a data packet, a piece of the password. He wasn't just fucking her; he was hacking her.

“Come on, 2B-chan~! Make me a robo-daddy!” he roared, his voice a physical force that vibrated through her entire chassis.

[PASSWORD_ACCEPTANCE_THRESHOLD: 98%...]

[99%...]

[100%.]

[FILE_DECRYPTED.]

A wave of new information flooded her systems. It wasn't a biological program. It was something far stranger. It was a nanite incubation matrix. A series of dormant, microscopic machines, designed to interface with organic material and facilitate the growth of a synthetic embryo. They had been built by her creators as a contingency, in case the majority of humanity was lost and they needed a way to breed with hot anime waifus. It was a function she was never meant to know about, a deep, buried secret of her own existence.

With the file found, unlocked, and decrypted, 2B’s insides began to morph to accept the data.

She could not verbalise it, only feel the true impossibilities of becoming biologically more female in real time thanks to Barazo’s jizz. The raw potential of a real egg inside of her began to form, awaiting the male DNA to become a gestating life inside of her.

Of course, none could see the hands of the life fibers weaving itself around her new inner sanctum as well.

They did not alter the new synthetic embryo, instead enhanced it. The child would be another new super soldier, like that of Nui Harime and Ryuko Matoi, mixed with the incredible seed of a King’s bounty. Mixing with the original life fiber to truly unleash the pinnacle of humanity.

Of course, Barazo just wanted to nut.

With one final guttural roar, he punched his cockhead right up inside 2B. Right until it was millimeters from the new egg. His dick expanded, his nuts tightened, and a rush of endorphins flooded his brain as he shot his latest load into the overstuffed automaton.

2B arched her back in pure pleasure. Screaming out once more as her rewritten body climaxed over and over again, feeling each gushing spurt of semen as the true blast of life he was providing. A final, shuddering moan escaped her lips as the protocol locked in. Her optical sensors, which had been flickering red lights for a while, glowed now instead with a soft white light. She looked up at Satsuki, then Barazo, her expression no longer one of confusion or fear, but of serene acceptance.

“It is completed,” she stated, her voice calm and clear. “The parameters have been set. Gestation has begun.”

Barazo grinned, his eyes wide. “Whoa. For real?”

“Of course,” 2B purred, her voice filled with pride as she rubbed her protruding cum filled belly. “When one serves the will of Mankanshoku Barazo, nothing is impossible.”