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"How about you stay over for the evening? With your sister?" You end up proposing.

"… What?" Sveta looks at you like you've gone crazy. She sidles away from you, a scowl writ large across her pretty face. "The hell are you suggesting?"

You pout. Gosh, you hate having to explain things twice…

"You and your sister have a quiet night in with me and I'll consider whatever debt you think you owe me squared away; that's what I'm suggesting!"

It's not a bad idea on the face of it all. A night in with these two cute, lewd sisters? You'll be able to collaborate with your cute slave – er, employee to start corrupting her sister in a more intimate, controlled environment. You promised Kisha, after all, that what she most earnestly desired would be hers'.

The truth, though, is that you want to see these two lezzing out, sisterly love corrupted into something that decidedly isn't.

Not that you'll admit that outright to your cute soon-to-be lewd Magical Girl pet, of course. It wouldn't do to give the game away too early. Maybe after Sveta's got her face buried in between Kisha's thighs. Or maybe after Kisha's got her face between Sveta's legs, you're not really too picky…

Back to the matter at hand. The way Sveta's responding to your little comment? The silence that followed it? It's telling of how far gone Sveta is. The mere fact that she isn't dismissing your suggestion outright is indicative by itself. The cute, light blush that's dusting her pale cheeks with the lightest tinge of pink is even more indicative.

Kisha's been a little minx, huh? She's really been corrupting her sister with the essence supplements you have her. She must've been spiking all of Sveta's drinks. Your lovely dark essence is swirling around this Magical Girl's system, dyeing her soul, staining it with lust and desire, seriously doing a number on her inhibitions…

Because the thing about desire is that it doesn't spring up in a vacuum. You can't create desire where there wasn't any to start with. Goodness gracious, dear Sveta must have carried her own torch for her sister before you got your hooks in her. Repressed, of course, buried beneath silly concepts like shame and guilt.

But you can fix that~!

"N… No," Sveta stammers out, scowling once again. "I knew it. You're… You're really a pervert, aren't you?"

"A pervert? For what, wanting to treat one of my better employees and her family to a free dinner and a sleepover?" You tilt your head, affecting innocent confusion. "I want to have a bit of a bonding moment with you. You're my cute employee's relative, after all."

"Well…" Sveta flounders, her gut instincts warring with the rational, logical arguments you're putting out. Of course you're lying through your teeth. You have all the nefarious intentions in mind toward this girl.

But you're pretty gosh-darned charismatic when you want to be, so it all evens out in the end.

"I mean, if you're so against this, I'll leave you out of my plans and just ask Kisha if she's interested in staying over after work. I know the rest of the girls would be for it. You saw how my maids were with her; she's practically a part of the group at this point," you mention, side-eyeing Sveta to gauge her responses.

Ooh, someone's jealous. Bared teeth, narrowed eyes. Hmm~! Someone's angry about having to compete for Kisha's attention. Sveta's probably rationalized this away as just being kind of crotchety Kisha's not relying as much on her these days, like a doting parent whose child just moved away for college. You know better, of course, but you're not going to spoil your new source of entertainment this early.

"Of course, you could prevent that, couldn't you? If you were here? You could act as your sister's chaperone. Why, if you feel like things are getting untowards? By all means, try to convince Kisha to leave. I get it; you're the protective older sister who wants to guard her younger sister's purity, there's nothing wrong with that," you wave away Sveta's concerns, affecting a bit more of a croon as you channel just a thread of essence to your throat to lend your voice a hypnotic cadence.

Not that you even need that much. Sveta wavers, her eyelashes fluttering, her jaw clenching as the gears turn in her overworked brain. You wait patiently as she processes your arguments, the wanton desires Kisha's been stoking warring with the stodgy sense of duty this girl's been cursed with. Until finally…

"… Alright. Fine. One night in, and if… If I think something's off, I…" Sveta gets out, mumbling quietly.

"Wonderful~!" You clap your hands together, eagerly interlacing your fingers. "Let's head up to tell your sister the good news. Oh, it's been a while since I've had a sleepover like this…"

Now, how exactly is Sveta going to react to seeing Kisha's company outfit...

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There are a few pieces of equipment every good cyberjockey needs in the 22nd century. A neural link is crucial, of course. A mind-machine interface lets any good datarunner process information much more effectively in cyberspace. Top-of-the-line cyberware and augmentation are also crucial. Memory implants, buffers to manage potential synaptic overloads…

And, of course, some form of homeostasis regulation. It's more difficult for a cyberjockey's body to perform essential functions in cyberspace. Like regulating body temperature.

This is why your cute white-haired cat-eared cyberjockey is currently in her skin-tight cyberjockey suit, plugged into her command suite through the neural link implanted in the back of her neck. The suit does all of those pesky functions for Kisha so she doesn't have to worry about overheating or stroking out when she's in cyberspace.

The suit also accentuates every one of her body's natural contours~!

Mmh~! There's nothing quite like the sight of a cute girl in a skin-tight outfit, exposing all of her luscious curves. The way that suit's clinging to Kisha's hips, thighs and ass? The skin-tight black material highlights her round glutes, the way her breasts jiggle as she shifts unconsciously in her chair. It makes for a nice contrast against her white hair, the pale cat-ears that twitch atop her head…

Ah, there's nothing like a little eye candy in the form of a cute girl's sexy bod to make you feel happy~!

You hear Sveta gulp beside you. Quietly, you turn to eye the Magical Girl who's wandered into your parlor.

She's in a pretty sorry state. Sveta's eyes look a bit crazed. Her pupils are dilated, and a bead of drool slides down the corner of her mouth as she stares at her sister with all of the thirst of a woman dying in a desert. And then, of course, there's the smell. The bitch-scent of a girl in heat, dripping with lust wafting into your nostrils from between Sveta's thighs. Thighs this petite girl is rubbing together with all the frenetic energy of a child who's trying to hold in the urge to pee.

Heh. You revise your estimate of just how badly Sveta's been corrupted. The medication you've been having Kisha slip her? Yeah, it's been even more effective than you'd originally anticipated.

Ooh, you can't wait for Sveta's inhibitions to snap. Could you get her to force herself onto Kisha? Or maybe it'll take Kisha being a bit more direct with her sister? Either way, as long as this ends with the two of them eating out of your hand as your lewd pets…

"Nng…" Kisha's eyelids flutter open. Your cute little cyberjockey yawns, stretching her limbs… And inadvertently causing the skin-tight bodysuit stretched across her curves to flex quite interestingly. It really is amazing just how that material follows every contour on Kisha's body, right down to the cute dimple above her asscheeks…

"Nngh…" You hear Sveta gurgle, her brain practically frying as she takes in the sight of her sister in this indecently lewd, but weirdly practical outfit.

"Oh hey, it's mist- I mean, miss Alice!" Kisha cheers as she comes back to attention. "And it's my sis! Hey sis, what's up? Did you want to watch me work or something? Hey, why are you up here anyways? Are you feeling okay?"

"… Hng…" Sveta whimpers now as Kisha slides herself off of her work chair and onto the wheelchair propped up beside her datalink. "I…"

Kisha frowns, affecting a cute pout. "Sis, you're all red. And drooly. Is something wrong?"

"I need to use the bathroom," Sveta says abruptly as she pushes past you and practically runs out the room. "Yes. Bathroom. Now!"

Hee~!

You manage to resist the urge to smirk until after Sveta runs out of Kisha's office so fast it's like demons are pursuing her. But it's a close thing. Kisha doesn't even manage that much. The smug satisfaction practically radiates off her as she watches her sister flee.

"You'll have to give me more of those little pills, mistress Alice~!" Kisha grins. "I didn't think my sister's face could turn that red…"

"Enjoying the attention, are we?" You ask.

"Yeah. It's been great. Sveta has this thing she does now, where she stares at me but tries to pretend like she isn't. And then there's the touching!" Kisha sighs happily, wiggling her plump rear against her seat as she pulls on the jacket draped across her wheelchair's back. "I caught her copping a feel when she helped me take a bath last night~!"

"Nice," you nod approvingly, eyeing the doorway. Hmm, Sveta probably won't come back for a while, which gives you time to talk to your pet alone and make a few plans…

"I can't thank you enough for all you've done, mistress Alice," Kisha gushes. "A few more weeks of this, and… And I think Sveta'll make a move soon! I'm dying for her to break me in; I know she wants to do it. She just needs a little bit more of a push..."

"Well, you might get exactly what you want sooner than you'd imagined," you coo, reaching down now to pet your adorable little slave. Kisha purrs happily as you pat her right in between her twitching cat ears, tousling her delicate white locks of hair. She nudges her head against your warm hand, her entire body juddering from the sheer, blissful pleasure she's begun to feel.

"Nyah~! I don't understand, mistress…" Kisha mewls.

"I may have convinced Sveta to agree to stay over. A quiet night in with my cute 'employee' and her pretty sister," you wink.

"… You did?" Kisha's eyes go wide with hope and longing, practically clouded over from desire.

"I did!" You cheer. "Dinner, some quiet night-time activities… All in an environment I get to control. Who knows, if the stars align, this might be the night where your sister takes your purity. Wouldn't that be nice?"

You feel Kisha shiver beneath your hand. A light moan escapes her lips as she allows her dreams to overtake her common sense. It helps that you've been continuing to pat her head all through your little speech. "Nya… That's all I've ever wanted..."

"Kisha, my dear Kisha. You'll help me get your sister to dance to my tune, won't you?" You purr.

"Yeah! Yes! Anything you want, as long as you keep your promise…" Kisha mewls plaintively.

Excellent. Excellent…

Now, how exactly are you going to set about corrupting Sveta tonight?

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Primal Huntress Corruption: 45/50 (Stage 1)

30 corruption from the weeks-long regime of drugs and teasing Kisha's been subjecting her to

10 corruption from seeing her sister in that skin-tight suit

5 corruption from agreeing to Alice's idea of a quiet night in