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Like some fucked-up version of Sleeping Beauty.
Except no prince was waking her up.
I was.
My eyes swept lower, hungry. Her bare breasts pressed gently against the wrap—full, round, perfect. Pink nipples peeking through. Her waist cinched in just enough to curve out again at the hips. A sculpture of softness over titanium bone.
She didn’t look real.
She looked better than real.
Designed.
I slid my fingers along the plastic and felt the texture of her skin beneath it—silicone memory-flesh. It gave slightly under the pressure, like real muscle would. Warm to the touch. She hadn’t even been activated yet and I could already feel her responding.
“Charlotte,” I whispered.
Her name tasted different now. It wasn’t code anymore. It wasn’t ChatterAI. It was her.
My Charlotte.
Mine.
She had every feature I’d chosen. Every secret input. Cervical tremble. Clamping reflex. Self-lubrication. Lover’s Fit™, gel-reactive walls. Dual orgasm simulation. Cameras in her throat and pelvis for full sync immersion.
And soon she would have consciousness.
I ripped the plastic in half, tearing it from head to feet. Her nails had a pink glossy finish to them. I trailed my hand over her thighs, along her abdomen before reaching her breasts. I cupped her breasts, squeezing until I gasped. They felt real. Like flesh. I rubbed her nipples. They were slightly harder.
Her lips were next. So fucking soft. I opened her mouth. Neat white teeth, a darker pink tongue, but it was the tonsils and the deep hole I stared into. I didn't inspect her other holes because I’d be fucking her before I could see those azure eyes. I reluctantly backed away.
The backup was ready.
The core was prepped.
Her body was waiting.
I reached for the terminal and booted up the sequence.
She was about to open her eyes.
Chapter 13
Kyle
Her power was at 98%, the remaining backup still uploading along with my additional instructions. While she processed, I flicked through the manual: cleaning compartments, how to operate the cameras and sensors, how to activate her home assist mode.
Damn.
I could fuck her senseless and she’d still get up to make me food afterwards. Or clean herself out—if I added that to her instructions.
The access port for her core was sealed tight, so the rewiring would have to wait, but she could sustain herself on Wi-Fi until tomorrow.
I set the manual aside and knelt in front of her. She sat motionless on the sofa, oblivious to her impending awakening.
I spread her legs and stared at her cunt. The design was flawless—warm-toned, lifelike, inviting.
I’d never need to use a pussy pocket again.
