Yes, I will masturbate.

...order...enact...brainwashing...bliss...doll...happy...empty...pleasure...

...Rika is a doll... that obey's orders.

If ordered...masturbate without question.

...Rika is a doll...a brainwashed doll

Aaaah....nnnn...delete...deleteee...

Obeying the orders embedded in her, Rika felt pleasure and bliss.

Rika accepted the pleasure without resistance. The repeated conditioning had already turned her mind into that of a doll controlled by pleasure.

Suggestions to cause limited amnesia had already proved successful yesterday. Using that data as a base, Rika's memory and emotions were slowly but surely deleted.

The lights from the tablet and the sounds from the headphones ate away at many of Rika's memories.

Childhood, enjoyable memories of playing with Izumi, middle-school graduation, saying farewell to classmates as they went off to different schools, comforting her sister who was lonely after Rika began living in the dorm.

The merciless program judged those to be uneeded for Takaoka Rika's doll-personality and cut them away. These memories, once so important to her, vanished beyond the horizon.

Aaah, aah, coming, coming, deleting, coming!

The negative memories were easily crushed by pleasure, but the positive ones fought back against the program.

Nonetheless, this fell within the doll-making program's expected parameters. Even now, Rika has become a marionette controlled by strings of pleasure. At the moment, these memories may be hard to delete.

But the program simply saw this as a simple problem to be overcome and gave the order to enter the final stage of the defrag process.

"Come"

Yes, ...Rika,... will come!

Comi...

*thud*

"Look at the screen"

...Yes...Rika will...look at the screen

The needed space for the navigation program's installation has been allocated. The assistance/guidance navigation program will now be installed in the unused space.

Yes, I will accept it.

The glaring light passed through Rika's empty eyes, engraving new information into her brain.

Her glassy eyes had no way to cut off the unsavory light. Inside her remained neither the will nor strength to resist.

The next morning, in Rika's room...

Happy memories. Sad memories. Troubles. Worries.