Chapter 355 - 355: Attempting Brute Force

My legs trembled after days of 'labor' to both impregnate and start relationships with hundreds of Succubus Beauties. Doorknocker throbbed at the thought, but I had other things going on. Soon, I would be recalled and brought back to the Tribe. I would have to answer and be questioned by the Elder council about various things, and be shown around like a prized racehorse. When I was sent back, things would go into overdrive, but I would not be freed from my other obligations.

Like an army of C and B-ranked succubus women desiring to have a piece of my body. If there was one thing that I had to thank the system for was that one lottery drop. Sexual tyrannosaurus. If not, the Succubus Illusionists would drain me dry in the day. I could feel them taking in the sexual energy, and they needed it badly. It was an absurd amount, and I shivered a little thinking about it.

Shaking my head of those thoughts and knowing what the night would bring, I had already changed and got into the right mindset as I walked into the testing area. A man bound to a chair with the Sissy Virtual Reality Goggles and Sissy earbuds, and I could see that his cock was hard, pressing against his pants. I began my tests with him once again.

I talked to him, asking the same questions, and he looked a little dazed, but he was still a disgusting person. His answers made me want to slash him down, but I looked at him without emotion, and his eyes were glazed a little, but after two days of viewing, I could already see some slight changes. Without realizing it, he would repeat words that were coming out of the earbuds, and I continued without regard for his safety.

Then I finished with him. I had not been expecting the vile man to be far, and hypnotism from those Sissy Virtual Reality Goggles and earbuds was going to take time. It seemed they took longer than I thought, so I moved on and brought in a new prisoner.

I looked at the letter and made a note to ensure the man would not survive my experiments. A heinous, disgusting man such as this would not leave this room today, for I had something immoral planned, and with his B-ranked power, it was time to test something out.

It was a day to see if I could make organs. It was something that I was still on the fence about. Maybe I could bring in tissue from a donor, a woman, or something, or maybe I could use stem cells. Which was what I was hoping to test out today as I walked toward my test subject and pulled up the information on this person.

"Test Subject, 0003A, you have been tried, and convicted of Child abuse, Arson, Rape, Murder, of your daughter," I said, my voice barely able to keep out the disgust in my voice. "The law dictates that you will receive the Death penalty," I told him, and said no more as I double checked the straps and the man pulled against them.

"MMMMM~!!! MMMMMM!!!" He roared into his gag, glaring at me, and I looked at him without a single emotion showing. The disgust I had for this man was something that could be put into a hundred-page essay with how much disgust I felt. There was no guilt for what I was about to do to this man.

I did not wait, I leaned down, and I decided to start where it would hurt the most, and I tore off his pants, and his eyes widened as he looked at me, and his dick started to get hard. I did not care. I almost grinned as I decided I would let him watch my plan. I reached down and took a minute to prepare everything while two bunny-kin soldiers watched everything. They stood motionless as they watched and said nothing as I made the man look down at his own junk.

I could see the absolute desire in his depraved gaze, along with the fear and confusion. He had no idea what I was about to do, but I could feel his hope. I wanted to crush that hope, to crush that desire, and so he would feel what his daughter felt, and I reached down for his balls, and I began slowly testing and moving mana around.

"You really do not want me forcing my mana around here, overpowering yours," I told him as I felt his push back with his rage energy inside his B-ranked body. I could see his nostrils flare as he glared and fought harder. "One wrong move while I am working and, Boom. Two scrambled eggs down there, so you can fight or let me do my test, both are data for me," I told him, never once letting a single inflection in my tone reach his ears, and his eyes went wide. I could see all two braincells fighting together for third place as he finally restrained his rage mana.

I almost smirked as he made my work easier and pulled back and stopped fighting, and I got to work.

See, the human body is interesting because both men and women are just made from the womb in a bath or hormones. It is more complicated than that, but if you introduce the right hormones from a certain age, regardless of the chromosomes, the body will adopt certain attributes, and today, I was wondering what would happen if I started to play with this trash testicles and try to brute force my way into him having a womb? What would happen? What was the cost? What if he resisted partway through? How much did it cost? Would it be painful? What other parts of the body would it affect? What are the long-term problems of having a body part they did not want?

So many questions, and it all started here.

So I got to work, slowly I started to work on his balls, and he started to groan and press against the restraints as I slowly started to turn his balls and push them up into his body. I was really good with the womb from how many I modified and fixed.

"Get the nutrient mixes I ordered ready and stick them in his arms, both of them. I need more nutrients in his body," I ordered. "Make sure those bags are at least half full and continue them," I added.

The two guards got to work and quickly set up the bags, ready, as I pushed a needle into an arm at each vein. Then I focused back and started pulling in the nutrients, vitamins, and minerals I needed from the mix, injecting the vials into the person's arms, and I learned something EXTREMELY quickly.

This was a LOT of nutrients, minerals, and vitamins. more than I had been expecting, and if I was going to go down this brute force method, I would need more, MUCH MUCH MORE. I was building it from something else, but that did not mean everything was one-to-one.

My mana moved, the man cried out, and he roared into the gag, and I continued to move the neutreitns around and make what I needed from the ingredients. The cell walls slowly built, and my mana depleted quickly as I continued.

Hours passed, and finally, I completed a basic overview, and it took forty percent of my entire mana pool to pull that off, showing how hard this was. It was much easier to work with a framework that the person already had instead of restructuring something that was no longer supposed to be. But I was not done, and I continued to work, and I continued to try things.

This was a dead man I was working on after all. I got the soldiers to push the fluid in and bring more and more in, and burned through twenty bags before the man started to seize. His heart stopped, and I restarted it and continued. The man would not die easily, and I continued with a grim face.

Finally, as if to commemorate my achievement, the man had a womb. I used his balls for a lot of it, and it had no way to access them from the outside. It was heavily brute-forced, and I used a lot of robbing from other parts of his organs to finish, to see if that would help, and I came to a conclusion.

This route of things would not work.

This heavily brute-forced way would only work if I were an A-ranked and I could modify reality. I could also try on a C ranker because it was harder with a B ranker, but it was time-consuming and difficult. The test subject's heart stopped a half dozen times, and he sustained a half dozen internal bleeds from resisting me at times, and they were a pain to fix. It was easy to mess up and difficult to pull off. Now, he technically had a womb inside him, but I doubt it functioned.

The man was sleeping on the bed, no longer able to resist, even if he wanted to. A couple of times, he tried to fight it again and again, but with a bit of coaxing, he stopped. The Test subject was delirious from the immense pain of the procedure, and I sighed, sweat dripping down my face, and I looked at the steel-faced soldiers with me.

I turned back and started to ensure that the man lived. I fixed him up, put back as many things to their right place with his new organ sitting there inside him. "Put him in the observation chamber and ensure he does nothing stupid and eats well. Observe and report any complaints or anything, even if it is their vile spewing of words about their crimes; many of them seemed to have developed." I finished with a sneer.

I departed after that and frowned about one of the things the test subjects started to do. They started recollecting their crimes to the guards. In all the details as a form of protest. The test subjects loved the disgust that we had with them for this and reveled in any reactions like it was some fucking sick game.

Bile almost came out, and I covered my mouth, thinking for only a moment about what I had done, but then put it out of my mind. I grabbed my notebook and used mana to clean myself off as I took notes about my observations.

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