Chapter 113: Artificial Intelligence’s Instant Corruption Harem (3)
“No... No, I didn’t enjoy it... I... I only sacrificed myself for you...”
She desperately tried to justify herself, but there was no conviction in her words.
Even her voice trembled from the lingering ecstasy of intercourse, and her disheveled state was apparent, with sticky saliva dripping from her mouth. She couldn’t even meet the gaze of her juniors.
To make matters worse, her breasts, with their nipples erect like hardened peaks, betrayed her true state—no different from a man’s erection revealing arousal.
“For someone who claims not to enjoy it, you’re clenching pretty tightly.”
“No, no!! There’s no way... I would ever enjoy such pleasure...!”
Yet, her trembling body and her pussy, still gripping my cock without letting go, made it clear that she had fully succumbed to the pleasure.
Even as she denied it, her actions told a different story, and the juniors could clearly see her pussy tightening around me, almost begging for more. Her denials carried no weight in the face of such visible evidence.
“You mentioned the probability of defeat last time, didn’t you? What is it now? If I recall, the maximum you reported was nearly 300%.”
“That’s... That’s irrelevant... We would never succumb...”
As she spoke, I intentionally scraped my glans against her vaginal walls, stimulating her nerves further by pinching her erect nipples.
“Probability of defeat... 480%...”
“So, you’ve already lost four times? And...”
“Judging by how tightly you’re clenching again, it seems you’ve just orgasmed. That makes it five times now, doesn’t it? Over 500%?”
“T-that... That’s impossible... I haven’t lost even once...”
She clung to denial, but her body had long since been consumed by pleasure. Even though I wasn’t moving, her well-shaped, muscular ass continued to grind against me, seeking more, while her words of resistance grew increasingly hollow.
“I haven’t... lost... 516%...”
“We defied orders and came to the kingdom just to rescue you...”
The short-haired junior knight’s eyes began to well up with tears.
Unit 3 once explained that homunculi designed for sexual relief were engineered without fully functioning tear glands to avoid complications from crying. Their glands were limited to producing just enough moisture to keep their eyes from drying out, making it difficult for them to cry.
If such a homunculus was shedding tears, it was akin to a human crying blood from extreme sorrow. Yet the captured junior knights were indeed crying.
“For someone who is supposedly protecting you, this reaction is a bit much, don’t you think?”
The irony of my comment, delivered while I was still ejaculating inside their senior, was not lost on anyone. The short-haired junior glared at me with furious green eyes and screamed:
“Shut up! I’d rather be discarded than be protected by something so filthy!”
“Oh? After all this effort to keep you safe, you’re saying you want to reject that protection?”
The captured juniors nodded in unison, their agreement evident.
“I... I just wanted... to protect you... to protect you all...”
The senior knight’s flickering green eyes seemed to desperately send signals to her juniors, trying to convey something. However, they averted their gaze, refusing to acknowledge her.
I placed my hand over the shocked senior’s ears and imbued mana into my voice, loudly declaring a command audible to the remaining knights.
“Emergency Code 778165. Forced Shutdown, Artificial Intelligence Extraction.”
As if their souls had been forcibly ripped from their bodies, the homunculi collapsed limply where they were restrained. The artificial intelligence cores embedded in their throats rolled out from their mouths.
I had effectively turned them off.
However, the senior knight, protected by my hand and mana barrier, remained active, lying against me.
“Even if it meant soiling myself... I just wanted to protect you...”
As she looked at the now-motionless bodies of her juniors—or rather, the homunculi vessels they had inhabited—her face contorted as if she wanted to cry. Yet her body, designed to suppress tears, could not shed them. All she could do was maintain a pained expression while remaining impaled on my cock.
“You’ve been betrayed.”
“No... No, that’s not true...”
“Even as you endured the worst—being forcibly violated by an enemy knight, something worse than destruction—you’ve been betrayed by the very juniors you sacrificed yourself to protect.”
“No... It’s not like that... They’ll understand... They’ll... un...der...stand... B-beep...”
A burning smell began to emanate from her head.
‘Oops... Did I push her too far?’
Artificial intelligences are typically equipped with limiters to prevent them from processing tasks beyond their computational capacity. However, the combination of sensory overload from pleasure and the psychological shock of betrayal had forced her AI into overdrive.
This was an AI advanced enough to control a guided weapon like a “Drill,” capable of independent flight and targeting. Yet here it was, breaking down under basic interrogation tactics.
“I... I... I... I... I didn’t... betray...”
“Force shutdown. Artificial Intelligence Core Removal.”
Realizing there was no more amusement to be had, I issued the final command. The green AI core embedded in her throat popped out as her system powered down, falling to the ground.
The core, smeared with semen, rolled across the floor, its surface dirtied as it stopped.
Compared to the damaged cores of her juniors, this one was relatively intact. It had been retrieved from the molten remains of a battle golem without excessive force, so it remained functional. However, the experiences had left it mentally shattered.
I pushed the limp homunculus body aside, picking up the semen-covered AI core and wiping it clean with her hair.
The core had overheated from processing excessive input but had fortunately cooled enough after falling into the puddle of semen. When I held it, its temperature was no longer an issue.
As I placed the artificial intelligence cores into a small pouch for safekeeping and retrieved the ones from the mouths of the remaining juniors, I suddenly realized something: I hadn’t yet used the two homunculus bodies still bound in place.
"These are expensive... Even if I can’t use them for the full 24 hours, I should at least get some use out of them, right? Begin installing artificial intelligence."
Since they had already forsaken the promise of protection their senior had made, I saw no reason to honor it. I decided to forcibly reactivate them and use them as I pleased.
As their consciousness was forcibly restored, the two knights bound in the center looked at each other, exchanging rapid glances and signals through their glowing eyes. But whatever silent conversation they had was meaningless to me.
No amount of scheming could change their fate of being violated.
“Take your time to talk things over. You can share your thoughts too. Since you’re communicating through your glowing eyes anyway, there’s no need to remove the gags, right?”
With this, the senior knight’s artificial intelligence had suffered yet another defeat. Despite her efforts, not a single junior had been spared. All had fallen victim to me.
‘I've done nearly everything I can with creating bodies and playing with them... Is there any other way to make this entertaining?’
Looking at the last junior knight, whose glowing eyes were now dim and unfocused, I realized this playtime had reached its limit. While the senior knight had endured 24 hours of pain and pleasure, her juniors had succumbed much more quickly. Whether it was due to damage in their cores or simply their weakness to pleasure, I had to stop midway to avoid completely breaking them.
In the end, I finished by removing all their artificial intelligence cores and using their now-empty homunculus bodies for one-sided satisfaction.
After unbinding their bodies and gathering them into one place, I sprayed them with semen, marking the conclusion of my outing.
"Now that I think about it... I have a good idea."
With Unit 3 and the other homunculi managing the workshop on their own, I found myself having a casual tea break with Frederica.
“You’re an incredible piece of trash, aren’t you?”
“They’re enemies of the state, intruders, and guilty of massacring centaurs. Why should I go easy on them?”
“Even so... seeing them like that makes me feel some sympathy. Artificial intelligence or not, they still look... human.”
Although it seemed wasteful, I considered an idea: attaching the artificial intelligence cores to intelligence devices and embedding them into bio-organic tissues designed only for sexual purposes. This way, the AI would have no choice but to pleasure me without understanding or feeling anything beyond tactile sensations.
Frederica happened to have an old intelligence device on hand, and using homunculus manufacturing techniques, I could cultivate only the genitalia and integrate them into the device. I quickly assembled one and tested it by embedding the artificial intelligence into a mug Frederica used.
Transporting fully humanoid bodies was impractical. But if I could produce compact products that could be conveniently stored in a bag, the business could expand even further.
“When you swap out the AI, it’s fascinating. At first, they remain frozen, unaware of the situation. Then, when they realize they’ve been penetrated, they instinctively try to push away with their vaginal walls. But when they understand that this only pleases their user, they eventually stop resisting and even begin to clench around the intruding member, craving more semen.”
“Ha... I asked for your impressions for research purposes, but listening to this is downright uncomfortable.”
“Artificial intelligences, even with limited senses like sight, smell, and hearing disabled, still process everything through touch. This confusion makes them more interesting to manipulate. Of course... that also makes them quick learners.”
The main downside was that focusing all input on touch caused the artificial intelligence to overload quickly. If I used them for about 15 minutes, the AI cores would overheat, requiring replacement. As a result, I had already gone through the senior knight and three juniors in sequence, now starting with the fourth.
“The sensation is excellent, but unless someone has multiple AI cores like me, it’s not very practical, is it?”
“That’s something we’ll need to address. If necessary, we can provide AI replicas.”
Frederica’s gaze lingered on my cock, giving me mixed feelings. While she looked like a cute girl, her demeanor reminded me of an old man inspecting his grandson’s achievements.
‘She looks adorable, but maybe next time I’ll order a replica Frederica for outside use. As long as the exterior’s attractive and the personality’s not an old man’s, it should work fine...’
I removed the overheated artificial intelligence core, but the senior knight’s core was still too hot to use. Slightly disappointed, I extracted Frederica’s mug from its setup.
“How hard were you thrusting? The end is cracked; this mug’s unusable now.”
‘Wait... Were you planning to reuse a mug I’d stuck my cock into?!’
As I cleaned the homunculus fluids and semen with a slime and dressed myself to return to camp, there was a knock at the door.
“Excuse me, Mother. A guest has arrived. May I let them in?”
It was Unit 3’s voice from outside.
“A guest? Who is it?”
“A visitor from the Order of Knights.”
Frederica and I exchanged glances. Expecting it to be one of my old colleagues, I decided to stay rather than leave, adjusting my clothes before sitting back down.
“Ha, coming all the way here? What kind of pervert is it this time?”
Unit 3 opened the door, revealing the visitor. It wasn’t the kind of knight I’d expected—a lustful mage-knight seeking to fulfill their perverse desires.
Instead, clad in black armor, wielding a massive battle axe strapped to her back, and with a stature slightly smaller than Unit 3’s, stood someone familiar.
It was Erin, the half-ogre from the knight training camp.