After discovering that Qin Yumo possessed an extraordinary, world-class physical foundation for a slave, Adrian Li decided to systematically recondition her into an hyper-sensitive, endlessly reactive asset.
In his previous world, he had transformed Katsura Kotonoha into a submissive beauty who would drop into a helpless climax simply from having her breasts lightly touched through her uniform. Now, under the influence of daily chemical doses, Nan Xiang had likewise been reconditioned into a girl who drenched herself at the lightest squeeze of her chest or spank on her hips.
However, those cases were fundamentally built on ongoing chemical dependence. There remained a distinct gap between their induced states and a true, biologically perfect slave.
What Adrian intended to engineer in this laboratory was an absolute, naturally flawless specimen.
"Miss Qin possesses an exceptional genetic constitution and staggering potential," Number Four reported, pulling up the biometric neural scans on the console. "According to our continuous calculations, her baseline cutaneous sensitivity can be elevated to approximately 40 to 45 SAF."
The theoretical maximum for human sexual neural sensitivity sat at 100 SAF (Skin Arousal Factor). In clinical terms:
* 20 SAF: The standard baseline for low-sensitivity areas, such as a normal person's fingertips or toes.
* 40 SAF: The baseline for primary erogenous zones, such as the earlobes or navel.
* 60 SAF: High-density tissue, such as the nipples or labia minora.
* 80 SAF: Peak neural concentration, typical of the human clitoris.
A standard woman's clitoral sensitivity naturally sat around 80 SAF, with exceptionally gifted individuals reaching 85 or above. Very few natural specimens ever touched a rating of 90.
"Only 40?" Adrian frowned slightly, swirling the whiskey in his glass. "Why is her overall rating topping out at 40?"
"That is her global epidermal baseline, Young Master," Number Four explained quickly, noticing his mild irritation. "A rating of 45 is a theoretical peak; reaching above 40 across every square centimeter of her skin is an extraordinary result."
She tapped the screen, pulling up a secondary simulation. "You see, Young Master, you may be misinterpreting the metric. A global skin sensitivity level of 40 means her entire body—from her shoulders to her calves—will function with the neural responsiveness of a clitoral margin or earlobe. Unless Miss Qin is confined to a completely still, vacuum-sealed room, she will enter spontaneous estrus simply walking through a shopping mall. The light friction of a silk blouse, being jostled in a crowd, or being exposed to a soft breeze for more than two minutes will force her into an uncontrollable climax."
Number Four felt a fleeting, silent pity for the woman sweating inside the glass chamber. From this week onward, Qin Yumo would effectively exist as a walking, human-shaped estrus machine—destined to remain a caged canary for the rest of her life.
"Now that sounds considerably more appropriate," Adrian nodded in dark satisfaction.
Although the contract Qin Yumo had stamped was technically a ten-year slave agreement, once her biological transformation was complete, she wouldn't be able to survive in normal society even if he unlocked her cage!
"What are your specific preferences regarding the sensitivity metrics for her primary erogenous zones?" Number Four asked, projecting a high-definition 3D model of Qin Yumo's body onto the glass table.
"Can the localized sensitivity be individually adjusted?" Adrian asked, examining the sliders.
"Precisely. Her localized neural density can be selectively enhanced or suppressed through targeted neuro-chemical mapping," Number Four explained.
On the screen, every anatomical region of Qin Yumo's body was marked with dynamic numerical values. Adrian noted that the fluctuation ranges varied wildly across her torso. The clitoral region possessed the widest variance—ranging from a floor of 45 SAF to a staggering ceiling of 95 SAF!
"Why does her clitoral metric fluctuate by fifty points?" Adrian pointed out.
"The clitoris is the most densely innervated region of the female body. Miss Qin is naturally gifted, possessing an unconditioned baseline rating of 87—which is why her potential peak can reach a terrifying 95 SAF," Number Four detailed. "However, if the Young Master feels that an over-sensitive clitoris reduces the length of your intimate sessions, we can dial it back down to a modest 45 SAF."
"Let me consider the configuration a bit longer," Adrian stroked his chin thoughtfully.
While creating an absolute slave was an entertaining project, calibrating which specific pressure points yielded the most visual amusement required careful thought. Regardless, there was zero rush. Qin Yumo would remain sealed inside the thermal chamber for another four to five days; he could finalize her numerical sliders once her skin was thoroughly prepped.
Leaving the laboratory behind for the afternoon, a entirely different kind of breakdown was unfolding across the city.
Inside a sprawling, multi-million-yuan penthouse in the heart of the district, Gu Li stood frozen, staring in absolute, silent disbelief at the team of men who had just unceremoniously breached her front foyer.
Her loyal best friend Lin Xiao and her physical enforcer Tang Wanru immediately stepped in front of her, attempting to shield their mistress.
"Miss Gu, I presume?" The sharp-featured, bespectacled man leading the group offered a sterile, practiced smile as he adjusted his necktie. "We are representatives from the state banking consortium."
"What on earth do you think you're doing?!" Gu Li snapped. Pushing past Lin Xiao and Tang Wanru, she raised her chin, her voice dripping with high-society arrogance. "Which bank do you work for? How dare you break into my private residence like a gang of common thugs? Do you honestly believe the law doesn't apply to you?!"
"Miss Gu, please refrain from making dramatic accusations," the officer replied calmly, pulling an official document backed by a heavy red judicial seal from his leather briefcase. "We did not 'break in.' I am executing a court-issued asset seizure warrant."
"A seizure warrant?" Gu Li scoffed, snatching the paper with a look of utter disdain.
However, after scanning the bold administrative lines for barely three seconds, the color completely drained from her face. Her hands began to tremble uncontrollably.
"This... this is completely impossible!" she gasped, her voice cracking. "How could my father possibly owe this astronomical sum of money?! You forged these documents! You are framing him!"
"Miss Gu, I strongly advise you to mind your tongue," the officer's smile vanished, replaced by an absolute, legal chill. "This document represents a binding corporate loan secured by the late Mr. Gu. He pledged every single corporate share, real estate holding, and private asset under the Gu Group as collateral. We are simply taking lawful possession of our bank's property. Stand aside."
"Get out! All of you, get out of my house this instant!" Gu Li screamed hysterically.
Under normal circumstances, men of this low, working-class tier wouldn't even dare to look her in the eye. A single glare from her would have driven them away!
Yet now...
"Let go of me! You absolute bastards! Keep your filthy hands off my things!"
The officer ignored her screaming entirely, waving his hand to signal his team. Two uniformed guards restrained Gu Li, while a dozen movers systematically began stripping the penthouse.
It wasn't merely a thorough search—it was an absolute clearance. They moved with terrifying efficiency, carrying out imported Italian furniture, stripping custom artwork off the walls, and even rolling up the hand-woven silk carpets from the hardwood floors.
"Miss Gu, please remove all of your personal jewelry immediately," the bespectacled officer noted smoothly, watching his crew load the final pieces of furniture. "Your diamond earrings, gold bracelets, and designer rings were purchased using corporate lines, making them active collateral belonging to our bank."
"Get out! Get out of here, you disgraceful bandits! You thieves!" Gu Li shrieked as female officers firmly unclasped her diamond earrings and slipped the emerald rings off her fingers.
"Miss Gu, as the financial world understands, our banking institution is actually a rather vulnerable group," the officer smiled faintly, adjusting his glasses as he accepted the tray of confiscated jewels. "Calling us bandits is quite an insult to our professional standing."
He gestured toward her bare attire. "We will not demand the clothes you are currently wearing; consider them a personal courtesy extended by our team. Furthermore, this penthouse unit belongs entirely to our bank. Given that it is currently 11:30 PM, we shall grant you a temporary grace period. We will return precisely at 8:00 AM tomorrow morning to take physical possession of the keys."
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