[ENG] The Subordination of Number 8 -The Mechanized Bull-

"No! No!! Aaaah, let me go, senpai!!!"

Junki Sugiyama had been screaming at the top of his lungs ever since the nanomachines were injected into him. However, restrained by his physically superior teammate, Ryosei Toyoshima, he couldn't move an inch.

"No! Nooo!! I'm—I'm...! Uwaaaaah!!!"

Sugiyama thrashed about, screaming incoherently.

I checked my watch. Several minutes had passed since the chip was injected.

It should be about time.

I had injected it into his neck. Considering the distance, the chip should soon reach his brain through his bloodstream.

Above all, I couldn't let his throat be damaged—after all, he was about to become my precious doll.

His body must be treated with care. Harming it was no longer permissible.

"[Junki Sugiyama], be quiet now."

When I spoke, Sugiyama's throat seemed to constrict. His face moved once, and his mouth opened and closed like a goldfish.

I took out my tablet and observed his condition.

Sugiyama's eyes darted back and forth, seemingly aware of the "anomaly" occurring in his body.

—Subject's subordination response confirmed. Chip has reached the brain.

The tablet showed the same report. As expected of Ophiocordyceps. Excellent performance.

The chip had already completed its initial integration phase. I confirmed again.

"Junki Sugiyama, clench your right hand."

His trembling fingers moved awkwardly, then formed a tight fist.

"Junki Sugiyama, open your right hand."

Slowly, his fingers uncurled.

Sugiyama, with an expression of pure agony, stared in shock at his right hand that no longer obeyed his will.

"Ryosei Toyoshima, he seems to 'understand' now. You may release him."

"Yes, Chief. I'll release Junki."

Following my order, Toyoshima stood up and released Sugiyama. Without missing a beat, I commanded Sugiyama:

"—Junki Sugiyama, [you cannot move at all]. Understand?"

Just as he was about to move his newly freed body with the agility befitting a rugby player, all strength suddenly drained from Sugiyama's body. He collapsed back onto the floor. Since I had ordered him not to move at all, there was no reply from him either.

"Very good."

I looked down at Sugiyama. His face was a mess, covered with various fluids that had streamed down during his struggle, and he lay there motionless. His face was now devoid of expression. His eyes were open but vacant, staring straight ahead, though he probably wasn't properly registering what he was seeing anymore. Only his brow occasionally twitched slightly, perhaps a sign that some part of his consciousness was still resisting. However, the chip's forced control prevented him from moving his body.

I observed him carefully. Twitching fingertips, furrowed brow, faint labored breathing—he must be desperately trying to resist. But the injected chip was blocking those attempts. That's why he couldn't move... and meanwhile, the chip was steadily infiltrating his brain, forming networks and usurping control.

"Aren't you happy, Junki Sugiyama? You're about to become my 'puppet.'"

Naturally, there was no answer from the immobilized Sugiyama. However, my words [aren't you happy] triggered a forced release of pleasure chemicals in his brain. He must be drowning in an euphoria unlike anything he'd ever experienced in his normal life.

His vacant eyes softened slightly with pleasure. His eyeballs turned slightly upward, his brows raised, and the outer corners of his eyes drooped.

"Yes, you're very happy. It feels good."

I crouched down and spoke to Sugiyama.

Sugiyama's breathing quickened.

A violent, artificial happiness that no amount of physical or mental training could prepare one for. Subjected to this artificial bliss, his body relaxed even further.

I stood up and commanded Sugiyama:

"[Junki Sugiyama], stand up."

His finger twitched. Then his arm slowly moved, placing his hand on the ground. Using it for support, he gradually stood up. His movements were sluggish, reminiscent of a puppet with cut strings being revived—somehow inhuman. Though he nearly lost his balance several times, he managed to stand firmly. This was because it was an absolute command that he could no longer resist. He stood there with both arms hanging limply at his sides, staring blankly into space.

His head tilted to one side as he gazed vacantly ahead. He had stood simply because he was told to stand. That's fine for now. Building him into a puppet with autonomy from this point would be the most enjoyable part.

"Junki Sugiyama, attention—ah, you can speak now. Answer my commands."

"...Under...stood."

Sugiyama obediently assumed the attention stance. A beautiful, upright posture. Simultaneously, his brow furrowed again. I didn't miss this reaction. The tablet logged "psychological resistance." In response, pleasure chemicals were released in his brain. The chip was strengthening its control by forcibly associating pleasure with following commands. The overwhelming discomfort of submission versus the contradictory supreme pleasure of subservience. His expression was strangely distorted, likely because he couldn't yet reconcile these conflicting emotions.

"Let's take off that suit."

"...Yes."

The slight lag before his response revealed the resistance still present within him. Even at this stage, he showed this much resistance. As expected, he was a strong-willed man.

I smiled to myself. That's exactly how it should be. A man with both mental and physical strength is most suitable to be my "doll."

Taming a rampaging, wild bull with a collar to make it docile—I glanced to the side. Ryosei Toyoshima was standing at attention like an obedient soldier. I remembered how he too had resisted fiercely at first, but now he had become my loyal soldier. Toyoshima's face bore a gentle smile. In his eyes, the sight of his junior being trapped didn't stir any emotion. The chip firmly embedded in Toyoshima's brain had driven a wedge deep into his perception, completely erasing any sense of incongruity.

When I turned back, Junki Sugiyama had finished undressing.

Despite his fresh appearance, he turned out to be quite hairy. As I approached him, I noticed a somewhat animal-like scent, probably from sweating during the struggle.

I found this pleasing. It was proof that this "puppet" was a living body. Not a cold, silent robot, but a warm, metabolizing human being turned into a doll—that was my ideal.

His facial muscles twitched. I see, he's still resisting. I decided to praise him sincerely.

"Excellent, Junki Sugiyama."

As I said this, I stroked his body.

"Ah..." A sound escaped his lips.

Pleasure chemicals must have flooded his brain. This was to create an association between being touched by me and feeling pleasure. Once this response becomes instinctual, he'll become an obedient soldier who considers obeying me his highest priority.

"[Junki Sugiyama], you don't need to resist."

I traced the groove of his abdominal muscles, running my fingers through the hair there.

"You don't need to think about anything."

I felt the fullness of his pectoral muscles.

I moved up his neck, along his jaw, and placed my finger on his lips.

"—Suck it."

Slowly, Sugiyama's mouth opened, revealing his thick tongue, which crawled onto my finger.

His expression was nearly blank, but his face was flushed, and his breathing was heavy.

Progress was smooth. I checked the tablet. The chip seemed to have successfully integrated into his brain.

However, the chip had merely integrated; it hadn't yet formed the robust network needed for complete domination. For continuous and irreversible control, a micro-interface needed to be installed on the left side of his neck.

"I'm going to install a relay node on you."

I withdrew my finger from his mouth and placed it on the left side of Sugiyama's neck.

"I installed one on your senior, Ryosei Toyoshima, as well. This will make your brainwashing more robust. And you will become, just like your senior, completely my puppet. Aren't you happy about that?"

Sugiyama looked at me with clouded eyes.

"...Yes, Director. I will have a relay node installed on my neck and become the Director's complete puppet. I am... very... happy."

There was still resistance in his voice at the end, but Sugiyama had voluntarily said "have installed," not "be installed." Though likely unintentional, I noted it as a sign of progressing submission.

I gently tapped his neck with my fingertip and told him:

"You are very happy about this."

"...Yes, I am very happy about this."

"You're happy to become my puppet."

"I'm happy to become the Director's puppet."

I made him repeat it in his own words. This gives him the illusion—disguised as awareness—that this is what he wants.

I persistently made him repeat these phrases.

By the time he was repeating the words without hesitation,

"Now, lie down on this operating table."

I guided Sugiyama to the operating table installed in the room.

"Yes."

He lay naked on the operating table.

"Turn your neck toward me."

His body obediently followed the command, voluntarily exposing his neck this time.

The operation concluded smoothly.

No anesthesia was necessary.

His body was already under the chip's comprehensive control. So when I commanded the blockage of pain sensations, that was sufficient.

"Good job, it's finished."

"Yes."

Sugiyama sat up on the operating table. The micro-interface firmly implanted in the left side of his neck emitted a faint glow beneath his skin. His blank eyes occasionally twitched left and right, reflecting the room's light dimly. The network formation must be progressing. His naked groin gradually rose to full erection, dripping pre-ejaculatory fluid. He was being given pleasure as the structure of his brain was being reconfigured.

"Report to me when the network formation is complete."

"Yes."

He replied absently, still staring into space. Even when I walked away, Sugiyama's gaze didn't follow me.

I turned around. Toyoshima was standing naked in a relaxed posture, like a mannequin. The operation must have taken over two hours, but he probably stood like this the whole time. He must have seen his junior undergoing surgery. Yet during that time, he didn't think anything at all. I was satisfied with how well he performed as a doll.

"Ryosei Toyoshima."

"Yes."

"Ryosei Toyoshima, thanks to your efforts, Sugiyama has become 'the same' as you."

"Yes."

"Thanks to your efforts, your precious junior has become my cute doll."

"Yes."

"You are very happy about that."

"Yes, Chief. I am happy."

Toyoshima remained expressionless, but his groin twitched in response.

"It's thanks to you. Thank you."

"I just followed the Chief's orders."

He said so obediently. Seeing his serious expression, I decided to deliberately break it.

"You are very happy to be praised by me. You become so very happy that you feel good and ejaculate."

As if a switch had been flipped, his face melted into a lewd expression.

"Ah, ahhh, Chief...! Thank you, Chief!!!"

"Engrave your gratitude toward me, who gives you pleasure, and ejaculate."

"Thank-thank, thank you very muuuch!! Chief! Chief! Thank y—ah, aaaaah!!"

Toyoshima's penis twitched violently, and semen spurted onto the floor.

He fell to his knees, breathing heavily.

"Ryosei Toyoshima, clean it up as usual."

"Yes, Chief. I'll clean the floor."

He placed both hands on the floor without hesitation and began licking up his own semen.

As I watched his large frame hunched over, I heard from behind:

"Process successfully completed."

When I turned around, Sugiyama was standing firmly.

He showed no reaction to the sight of Toyoshima licking semen off the floor. That seemed fine.

"...Very good. Ryosei Toyoshima, lie down over there."

Toyoshima followed the order and lay down on the operating table. The excitement from ejaculation must have lingered, as his chest rose and fell dramatically, and his groin twitched. Sugiyama glanced at him for a moment, then immediately returned his gaze as if nothing had happened. The sense of incongruity must have been removed.

I walked over to Sugiyama and handed him the university uniform I had shown earlier.

He received it and stared at it intently.

"Put this on."

"Yes."

Sugiyama obediently followed the order. In his perception, he understood that this was his university uniform, that I possessed it, and that he was now changing into it.

However, he couldn't detect the abnormality of the situation. Because I wasn't allowing him to.

He slipped his robust physique into the tight uniform with practiced movements, appearing remarkably relaxed.

His uniformed figure that I had been chasing since my student days. The figure I could only observe from afar.

He stood straight and dignified before me. When I handed him a rugby ball, he held it at his side.

"Well, your student-days measurements are a bit tight now... but it suits you well. How do you feel?"

The uniformed Sugiyama before me answered clearly:

"Good, Director."

*To be continued...*