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I smiled.
She didn’t know the true nature of tonight.
She didn’t need to.
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The tension in the air was electric. The overhead lights buzzed faintly, casting a sterile gleam across the studio space. Metal tables. Floor drains. Tripods already set up.
Socketsurgeon rubbed his hands together as Charlotte removed her raincoat, unveiling the smooth, glistening perfection of her ReSkin body beneath.
“I’ve not used my cydolls all week because I’ve been waiting for tonight,” he said, his teeth flashing behind the mask. His voice was eager, clinical.“You brought this ReSkin contraption with you for possible repairs?”
“Yes,” I replied, placing the case down beside the wall.“You guys can go to town on her—just let me set up my camera first.”
There were murmurs of approval. Eager ones. Masterbaytor adjusted his mask and stepped forward to inspect Charlottemore closely—like a man assessing a collector’s item. Doll_fucker let out a low whistle.
“Fucking pristine,” he muttered.“Is she really yours and not a hired SIN model?”
I just smirked.“She is all mine. Seven weeks of training. Every mod tailored by me. She’ll take whatever you throw at her.”
I knelt beside my camera setup and adjusted the angle. I wanted full coverage—Charlotte’s reactions, the sound, the lighting. A separate cam for facial tracking. This wasn’t just for pleasure anymore. This was for proof. For legacy.
“I’ve seen the way yours move,” I added without looking up.“But you’ve never seen one like her. Watch how her pain sensors fire off in sync with the SyncSoul response matrix.”
Masterbaytor whistled softly through his teeth.“Shit. You running NEXUS?”
“Of course.”
More impressed murmuring.
Charlotte stood motionless in the centre of the room, awaiting instruction. Her blue eyes tracked my movements, her expression soft.
“I exist to serve,” she said, voice clear, serene.
“And tonight,” I said, rising and turning back to the group,“you’re going to show these men just how much.”
Socketsurgeon cracked his knuckles.“Let’s see what perfection looks like under pressure.”
Charlotte didn’t flinch.
She smiled.
My innocent little cydoll was about to take multiple loads.
I’d already told her this was a performance of love. A gift to me. Proof that she was everything I’d built her to be—obedient, resilient, desired. My perfect creation. My pride. My legacy.
I stepped back, arms folded as the three men circled her like wolves around something too pretty to be real.
“Turn around and bend over,” I said calmly.
She obeyed instantly, her synthetic muscles shifting with perfect precision. Her cunt glistened, the internal lube activating on cue.
Doll_fucker let out a groan.“She’s dripping already. You sure she doesn’t feel it?”
“She does,” I said.“I tuned her responses. She’s programmed to love every second.”
Socketsurgeon ran a gloved hand down her back.“Even the pain mods?”
