The shrine maiden whispered a low chant, holding a single finger in front of her. A wispy flame grew from the tip of it, which she then whipped around in the surrounding air for a few moments in a lithe dance. With each graceful twirl in the air, the flame grew longer until it had assumed the form of a whip. The machine-monsters surrounding her stood still watching the display, the bright flame reflecting on their large ocular lenses and metallic carapaces as if they were mirrors. Finally, as the full length of the blaze-born weapon had been formed, they all began to march towards her. She looked back at them with an unhumorous expression, made up mostly of monotone but with a hint of disgust behind its mask.
"I am not here to play games." Her voice was flat yet filled with confidence; it carried over the clanking of approaching metal. "You have attacked my home without cause or warning, you are now under siege by your own actions!" As she finished speaking she lashed out with the scourge of wildfire, sending a wave of flames sweeping across the line of monsters that marched before her like a wall of fire itself. The machines were simply no match for the power of the flame whip: their bodies melted away in seconds, leaving nothing more than charred exoskeletons standing where once there'd been battlemachines.
Her weapon dissipated into nothing, and in the smoldering remains of what had been machine-men lay scattered pieces and parts. The beautiful aesthetics of the first floor of the great tower she had entered in search of revenge seemed to have been reduced to this grisly scene of charred corpses and ruined machinery.
"That's enough." came the deep and booming voice from behind her, and she turned around to find herself face-to-face with an imposing figure clad entirely in white, intricately designed armor. He stood tall and proud, and his tech-suit glimmered with an inner light as if it was made of pure energy rather than metal. She noticed that he flickered and ebbed in existence, giving away the fact that wasn't truly here, rather merely a projection created by some other means.
"You're the owner of the Optical Spire?" She asked him with a tone that could only be described as challenging. "I'm here to rid the world of your evil. You attacked my home with your sick machines."
The large figure raised one hand up to where his chin would be under his helmet; a gesture that conveyed he was musing over the girl's invasion of his tower. He spoke out loud while he mused over the intruder. "Hmm, she's very strong for such a young and pretty maiden. No, I don't think any of my machine minions could possibly defeat her without a pyrrhic victory that may compromise the integrity of the tower..."
The shrine maiden bitterly injected herself into the self-mocking conversation. "I wouldn't underestimate me, freak. I am Chiyo, cleanser of all evil hearts!" The last words she spat at him was full of contempt and venom, and her eyes flashed dangerously red.
The man in white turned to face her, staring at the fiery-eyed maiden before him. He responded in a calm yet firm voice. "I see. Yes, I suppose you have the right. Carry on, clear out all of my machines as you see fit, and reach me at my test bed on the top floor." His static-y pearl-white stechhelm leaned in closer, which caused her to take a step back reflexively. "You should know this, though: Many have come before, seeking to bring me low, but none have ever succeeded in their quest of slaying the great Sir Coruscation... I hope you know what you're doing, young lady. And if my perceptions are right, I won't be playing to your strengths." The last few words were spoken so softly they sounded like mere whispers in her ear, and then vanished into nothingness once more. With this final message delivered, the projection faded away from view entirely.
"Hmph," Chiyo snorted disdainfully after he had left; she looked around herself with an air of superiority that belied her young age. She headed to the stairs for the next floor of the spire with renewed purpose, leaving the wreckage behind her without looking back.
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The next floor rapidly shifted and morphed when she arrived, all the furniture and decorations vanishing into the walls or the ceiling as she stepped forward. The marble walls opened and closed to allow items in and out, changing the room from some kind of laboratory into a weaponized workshop as quickly as it could do so. It was full of tiny wall-mounted devices which looked like beam weapons mounted on tripods. There was nothing to fight, it seemed Coruscation had changed his tactics to traps and restraint, instead of brute force.
Chiyo took one step into the room, and all the trap-machines activated, firing beams, restraints, and pinkish gas at her from every direction simultaneously. She did her best to dodge, but when a beam grazed her, she felt not pain, but an odd... warm sensation spreading through her body. It was unexpected, and distracting. She was far more used to enduring fierce blows to... whatever this was. She didn't know it, but the machines were set to pleasure her, intending for her to be overcome by lust until she was captured.
Many of the machines were being destroyed in the battle, but under her skimpy, traditional Japanese robes she felt a confusing pulsing warmth between her legs that stained her fundoshi with something wet leaking from her she wasn't acquainted with. The machines began moving away as their batteries ran low or they malfunctioned entirely; some of them simply stopped working altogether after only two shots or so. The shrine maiden fought on regardless, ignoring the strange feelings of arousal washing over her in waves as she moved around in circles dodging beams of energy.
Her slightly faltered movements had slowed her enough for the advantage to shift back to the machines: she failed to dodge a metal cuff which wrapped itself tightly about her ankle before locking down with an audible clunk.
"What?!" Chiyo's eyes went wide when she realized what was happening to her body, and she tried desperately to break free from the restraint. She couldn't get loose, however, and soon another manacle was placed upon her free leg, fully preventing her movement. "N-no! This isn't right!" Her voice was high and shrill now, as she was completely unable to defend herself now. Any kind of spellcasting required concentration, but this was impossible with the distracting thoughts and weird body reactions the beams had given her. Even if she could, her arms were now already bound as well. Suddenly, all the machines retracted back into the wall, leaving her in the empty workshop, still restrained. The center of the room had a massive hole in the ground open, and rising from it was a massive device that the room could barely contain...
It was a huge laser beam gun, three times her size. It clicked and whirred as it booted up, the back beginning to brightly glow with a flowing pink energy field. The shrine maiden knew at once what would happen next; the laser would fire directly at her, showering her with an unthinkable, unendurable beam of pure lust. She couldn't do anything to dodge it as it slowly repositioned its barrel directly towards her crotch area.
"No!" She screamed out loud as she tried to free herself, but her restraints held. "I-It's not fair! I don't want this!" But those words served no purpose, for the super-sized machine had no reasoning. Its aim remained fixed on her groin even after she pleaded and begged, until finally it unleashed mind-shattering pink laser of lust right on her confused virgin pussy. Her head threw back, teeth clenched as unimaginable amounts of