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Upload Time ： March 26, 2025
Number of Images ： 63 images
Tags ： Fallen Princess、Long Series
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Year 2286, Dream Weaver Laboratory 5384. The room hummed with a low drone. On a massive screen flashed: Virtual Identity: Medieval Queen. Virtual Name: Anna - Subject 2286-190-39 - An image of her in a medieval dreamscape. She lay in bed, soft silk pajamas clinging to her naked body. She bit her lower lip, her hands twisting anxiously beneath her, her eyes glazed but struggling with a painful resistance, clearly fighting to suppress some kind of desire.
A high-ranking executive from the military-industrial complex watched the large screen with satisfaction, the images reflecting excellent market feedback after the "product's" release.
"Report! Subject 2286-190-39's desire surge value has exceeded the limit, but still hasn't reached the predicted climax peak. She's resisting orgasm!" A technical sergeant reported nervously, beads of sweat sliding down his temples.
The officer whirled around, his hawk-like gaze fixed on the technical sergeant. "What's going on? Why is she resisting? Increase the power surge!" He impatiently tapped his thick fingers on the desk, creating a dull thud.
"Report, sir! We've tried all of that, but the subject is being affected by 'mother's inspiration'! Her mother, Ilena, has been appearing in her dreams since being captured, interfering with the experiment's progress. This...this wasn't in our projected scenarios..." The technical sergeant's voice trailed off, almost inaudible.
"'Mother's inspiration'? Hah!" The officer sneered. "Maternity? How laughable! Our product requires extreme desire, not some bullshit maternal glow! That wasn't written into the contract!"
"But sir, I believe this unexpected phenomenon has significant research value..." The technical sergeant tried to explain, but was immediately cut off by the officer.
"Research? We need production now! Our products are real female bodies for real dream training, not that mass-produced AI silicone garbage! The top priority now is fulfilling the troop entertainment orders! If you don't complete the mission, I'll throw you into the dream and let you experience 'maternal glow' for yourself!" The officer's roar echoed through the laboratory.
"Yes, sir! I guarantee I'll complete the mission!" The technical sergeant shuddered and quickly returned to his console, his fingers flying across the keyboard, trying to find a breakthrough. On the screen, Anna's image became even more distorted, as if crying out silently, while the phantom of her mother, Ilena, shimmered behind her, like an insurmountable barrier.
A high-ranking executive from the military-industrial complex watched the large screen with satisfaction, the images reflecting excellent market feedback after the "product's" release.
"Report! Subject 2286-190-39's desire surge value has exceeded the limit, but still hasn't reached the predicted climax peak. She's resisting orgasm!" A technical sergeant reported nervously, beads of sweat sliding down his temples.
The officer whirled around, his hawk-like gaze fixed on the technical sergeant. "What's going on? Why is she resisting? Increase the power surge!" He impatiently tapped his thick fingers on the desk, creating a dull thud.
"Report, sir! We've tried all of that, but the subject is being affected by 'mother's inspiration'! Her mother, Ilena, has been appearing in her dreams since being captured, interfering with the experiment's progress. This...this wasn't in our projected scenarios..." The technical sergeant's voice trailed off, almost inaudible.
"'Mother's inspiration'? Hah!" The officer sneered. "Maternity? How laughable! Our product requires extreme desire, not some bullshit maternal glow! That wasn't written into the contract!"
"But sir, I believe this unexpected phenomenon has significant research value..." The technical sergeant tried to explain, but was immediately cut off by the officer.
"Research? We need production now! Our products are real female bodies for real dream training, not that mass-produced AI silicone garbage! The top priority now is fulfilling the troop entertainment orders! If you don't complete the mission, I'll throw you into the dream and let you experience 'maternal glow' for yourself!" The officer's roar echoed through the laboratory.
"Yes, sir! I guarantee I'll complete the mission!" The technical sergeant shuddered and quickly returned to his console, his fingers flying across the keyboard, trying to find a breakthrough. On the screen, Anna's image became even more distorted, as if crying out silently, while the phantom of her mother, Ilena, shimmered behind her, like an insurmountable barrier.