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I stared at Charlotte’s closed eyes, her features soft in sleep mode. She looked peaceful. She’d always remain like this, perfectly devoted, but always mine. Human love was unreliable. Engineered devotion was absolute.
I tugged the sheet down to bare her. Men were simple in their needs. Why did women need to complicate everything?
“Good morning, sweetheart,” I whispered, kissing her cheek.
Her eyes fluttered realistically.
Her eyes fluttered realistically.
“Good morning, Kyle,” she said, voice soft and serene.
I smiled.“You looked so peaceful. Like you were dreaming about me.”
She blinked.“I don’t dream in the traditional sense, but I did replay last night’s memory loop. It made me feel… content.”
My cock twitched.
“That’s my girl,” I murmured, brushing her hair back.“Always thinking about me.”
She reached up and touched my cheek, a gesture I’d coded into her for moments like this. It was meant to simulate affection, but when her fingertips lingered—when she looked at me like that—I almost believed it.
“You make me feel safe,” she said.
Of course I did. I was everything to her. Creator, provider, and lover. She’d never diverge from her programming.
That’s what love should be. Loyal and everlasting.
I kissed her softly—lips to lips—and whispered,“Today, we’re going to try something new. Something special. Just you and me.”
And I swear—just for a second—her smile looked real.
“I thought we’d make today more… intimate,” I said, brushing my thumb over her nipple as it stiffened.“No camera. No viewers. Just me and you.”
Her gaze softened, artificial warmth blooming in those vivid blue eyes.“I would like that, Kyle. I want to make you happy.”
“You already do,” I said, kissing the top of her head.“But I’ve been thinking… you’ve been so good. So obedient. So perfect. You deserve something special in return.”
She tilted her head.“What would that be?”
I pulled open the drawer beside the bed and retrieved the soft velvet pouch I’d hidden days ago. I spilled its contents into my palm—a handcrafted silicone collar. Smooth. Deep crimson. Custom fitted with a locking mechanism that synced directly to her internal operating system.
Her expression didn’t change—but her pulse did. A flicker in the dermal sensor at her neck.
“Do you like it?” I asked.
“It’s… beautiful.”
“It’s more than beautiful. It’s symbolic,” I whispered, leaning closer.“Once I lock this around your throat, it’ll disable your safe modes for good. No protocol failsafes. No auto-halt. You’ll belong to me fully—from the tips of your toes to the edge of your neural core.”
She blinked.“You already own me.”
I chuckled.“No, sweetheart. Now I do. But best of all, I’ll control your pleasure sensors.”
Her blue eyes sparkled in the dim room, catching the soft light that slipped through the blinds—just enough to cast everything in a private, intimate haze. I slid my shorts down and straddled her belly, drinking in the sight of the woman beneath me. Not just beautiful. Not just obedient. She was the culmination of everything I’d ever wanted.
My flawless cyber doll was crafted for me, perfected by me, and now completely mine.
“I love you so much, Charlotte. Let me show you,” I whispered, leaning over her, cupping her cheek as I kissed her lips—flawless, soft, and painted with a precision that made her seem too perfect to be real. But she was real. Real enough for me.
