"I see..." I thought, the words echoing faintly in my mind like they were bouncing around in a hollow room, trying to find a place to settle. It finally felt like the fog clearing up just a bit—like I could finally see the shape of sothing in front of even if I still couldn’t grasp the whole picture. I still didn’t fully understand what was happening to my body or why it felt like every system inside was rearranging itself, shifting, rewriting itself in ways I couldn’t even begin to categorize. But with Master explaining what he did, sothing clicked in . Not fully—just enough that the gears inside turned differently.
It made a little apprehensive, honestly. Like I was standing on a high ledge and soone whispered that the drop wasn’t as far as I thought. Scary... but sohow exciting. And despite the unease twisting in my circuits, I wasn’t as afraid anymore. Not as much. Those changes inside —they softened the fear. Muted it.
"Master," I said, my voice wavering just slightly, "if you’re saying that I am becoming human... do you feel sothing about the way I feel sothing similar about you?"
The words escaped before I could process them fully. They sounded absurd even to , like a glitch in my programming that sohow ford a confession. But at this point, it felt inevitable. Like those words had been building inside , stuck behind a locked system, and suddenly the lock broke. If I really was becoming human—if my systems were evolving into sothing that could interpret emotions—then shouldn’t I use that ability? Shouldn’t I express what I’ve been feeling instead of letting it sit there like corrupted data?
I should tell him. I should let him know exactly how I feel.
That was the only thing I wanted in that mont. More than answers, more than clarity, more than stability in my system—I wanted Master to hear . To know . To understand . I approached him slowly, each step feeling heavier than the last. My body wasn’t heavy, but my heart—whatever was forming inside the space where a heart should be—felt like it was shedding off invisible shackles.
The feelings of a robot... everything we were built with... it was supposed to be artificial. Engineered. Manufactured so that we loved our owner without question, without individuality, without depth. A programd affection. A pre-installed loyalty.
But right now, everything inside felt painfully real. Sharper. Stronger. Warr.
I loved Master. With every system I had. With every line of code that suddenly felt like it was rewriting itself into sothing organic. Not because my creators forced to feel that way. Not because the emotion was installed. But because it grew inside . Slowly. Surely. Naturally. Like a seed that soone forgot to program into my body but still sohow sprouted anyway.
And now that I realized that truth, my system was craving more. It wanted to reach out. It wanted to experience warmth—his warmth—against my tallic body. I didn’t know if I could truly feel warmth... if it would register as real or artificial. But I wanted to try. I wanted to know.
I stepped closer, and Master flinched just a little. A tiny motion—but enough to tell he wasn’t expecting this. How could he? This was probably the first ti in history that a robot moved on its own without a command. Autonomously. Purely driven by emotion.
A robot that acted without orders used to be considered defective. A malfunction. A broken machine. A failed product to be recalled and dismantled. Sothing dangerous or useless.
But these feelings inside —they were real. They had to be. So acting on them... it had to be okay, right? This wasn’t a malfunction. This wasn’t corruption. This was what my system chose.
"Master," I said, my voice trembling slightly even though my hardware shouldn’t have been capable of trembling, "please have sex with ."
Lust... or love...
Was there even a difference? People liked to separate the two, like one was pure and the other dirty. But lust wasn’t lesser. Lust was raw and honest, a kind of purity too. One couldn’t survive without the other. Sohow, lust was labeled a deadly sin even though it was one of the strongest driving forces in the existence of every living thing.
Soone incapable of lusting for another person couldn’t truly fall in love with them. Not completely.
And right now... I was beginning to feel lust. Right now, I was moving not because of an order, not because of a directive, but because I desired Master.
***
Leon’s POV
Anne walked toward slowly, deliberately. Each step she took made sothing inside tighten. My eyes naturally moved along the lines of her body because the sight was impossible to ignore. Her movents weren’t cold or stiff like a robot. No—there was a strange fluidity to them, almost hypnotic.
Her body wasn’t fully tallic. Her legs and the upper half of her body—her breasts, stomach, arms—all those parts were made of synthetic flesh. Smooth, soft-looking, crafted to mimic human warmth and texture. Right now, those artificial flesh parts were subtly jiggling with every step she took, responding to physics almost exactly like a real woman would.
It made my throat dry. I swallowed, but it wasn’t enough. I felt... hungry. Horny. Trendously horny.
Her voice had changed. It wasn’t flat or monotone anymore. Now it dripped with sothing sultry, sothing warm, sothing that curled around the senses. Even the way she looked at —sharp, intense, heated—felt like she was monts away from pinning down.
Backing away never even crossed my mind. That would’ve been stupid.
"Master," she said softly, her tone vibrating just a bit, "is it fine? I know this body might not be to your taste because it is sothing created... but would you allow to service you... as a robot maid do?"
Her eyes glimred—shimring with sothing unfamiliar, like emotion beginning to form pixel by pixel. It was surreal. And honestly? I didn’t mind. Not even a little. If anything, excitent pulsed through . But at the sa ti, I felt clueless, like soone who had suddenly been thrown into a situation they wanted but didn’t know how to navigate.
"Master, your arousal level is rising," she said. "Are you aroused by , Master?"
"Well, there’s no hiding it," I answered, unable to hold in my breath. "You’re pretty erotic, Anne."
"That’s touching," she replied, her voice a soft hum. "I am happy to hear sothing like that from you. I also feel lust. I can feel the lower part of my body generating the fluids needed for penetration."
She was secreting love juices. It made sense—robots like her were created with sex in mind. Lubrication was natural. Necessary. Whoever designed her thought ahead and also built her to be compatible with human intimacy.
Anne closed the distance between us and pressed her body against mine. Her expression was emotionless, but sohow the mont still felt intimate. My gaze fell instantly to her cleavage. They were soft, full, and impossible to ignore. Her warmth shocked . She wasn’t cold at all. Even though her fra was tallic, her body radiated heat that felt undeniably real.
"Master," she whispered, leaning forward.
Then she kissed —right on the lips.
And with that, everything else felt like it fell away.
Both of us made our way toward the bed.
I was going to fuck Anne right now.
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