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“You were always so naughty,” she said with a smile.“But I remember your shyness.”
I grinned, forking some greens onto my plate.
“Yeah. Life beat that out of me. I just don’t care what people think anymore.”
“I always had your back,” she said softly.
“You did. You really did.” I tapped the chair opposite.“Why don’t you sit down, sweetheart?”
She gripped the chair and eased it back, sitting across from me. Her movements were smoother now—less mechanical. Learning. Evolving.
“Thank you, Kyle,” she said, folding her hands neatly on the table.
“How are you finding it? Mimicking a human?”
“With greater ease now. It was disorienting at first, but the learning module you added to my backup is… helpful. I’m adapting.”
“Good,” I said, lifting my wine.“You’re doing amazing, sweetheart.”
I sipped my wine while my eyes drifted to her bare breasts, still firm from the chill of the room.
“How did it feel when I squeezed your breasts?”
She tilted her head.“The sensors interpreted it as pain, but it wasn’t unpleasant.”
Good. I could still lower the threshold further if I wanted. They were only set to level one.
I nodded and took another bite, chewing slowly as she sat there—naked, smiling, devoted. We discussed ReSkin’s progress, the latest production delays, and the fallout from the Xyrix Tech scandal. Charlotte spoke freely now, no longer tethered to the limitations of her former code.
I watched her carefully. The way her lips moved when she formed words. The faint furrow between her brows when she concentrated. The light in her eyes, artificial but haunting.
So human.
Yet obedient.
But all fucking mine.
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“Once you've finished cleaning the kitchen, come into the bedroom,” I said, checking my phone as I got up.
She lifted my plate, cutlery and wine glass while I stared at her arse when she had her back turned to me. I shook my head. SIN cydolls were worth every damn credit. Her spine curved like a real woman’s. As she moved her arms, I could see her shoulder blades.
And that arse was begging to be fucked. I was glad I didn't go for the athletic build. Charlotte’s figure looked curvaceous and natural.
I returned to the bedroom, smiling at the towel on the bed. My belly was full but so were my balls. No wonder DD was full of cydoll addicts.
I clicked on the video. I watched the playback. Her body jolting, moaning, curling around me as if she were real. I rewound to where she whispered my name. I played it again, and again until my dick began to stiffen and tent out of my shorts.
Her feet padded on the wooden floorboards and I paused the video.
I tossed my phone on the bed before pointing to the floor.
“Come kneel over here, sweetheart,” I said, spreading my feet apart.
When she kneeled, I stroked her hair. It didn’t feel synthetic. The soft curls of her pixie haircut were perfect to grip onto when I used her mouth.
“Look at me, darling,” I murmured as she lifted her head.“Do you remember?”
