System Quest: Seducing the AI General-Chapter 76: Episode : What did I Create?

Adonis stared down at the delicate black lace resting against his thigh. His golden eyes flickered, his processor momentarily stalling.

Nikki let him do what he wants?

He was genuinely, profoundly surprised. After her panicked flight down the corridor and the deliberate locking of the door, his algorithms had calculated a 99.9% probability of resistance.

He had expected to spend the next hour negotiating terms of entry or waiting out her biological sleep cycle in the hall.

Instead, she had simply yielded. She had untied her own defenses and invited him into her chaotic, vulnerable space.

Adonis swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his thick throat. The heavy, aching throb in his groin pulsed with agonizing intensity, demanding immediate resolution.

He was only doing this to calm the chaos in his system and nothing else.

He pulled her into his waiting arms, pressing her soft ass to his hardness, his massive frame caging her small, soft body against him.

I am just doing this to calm myself, Adonis repeated internally, a mantra looping through his logic circuits. This is a mechanical necessity. It is a system purge to relieve pressure. Nothing else.

He was a Class-5 War Unit. He did not possess biological urges. He was simply rectifying a hardware malfunction.

As he guided his length between her thighs, sliding seamlessly into her welcoming heat, a sudden, radical thought crossed his primary processor.

He possessed the administrative rights to his own physical form. He could easily run a background sequence right now to permanently sever the neuro-synthetic pathways connecting his arousal module to his logic core.

He could cut off this bodily function forever, completely eliminating the distraction, the frustration, and the terrifying vulnerability it caused.

Query: Initiate permanent severance of reproductive subroutines?

Adonis paused, his eyes fixed on Nikki’s flushed, sleepy face. She let out a soft, breathy sigh, her small waist twisting as she rocked on his length. Seeing her like this, giving herself pleasure, he thought otherwise.

Command: Denied.

Adonis physically shook his head against the idea. He couldn’t do it. The vulnerability was terrifying, but the sensation of being utterly consumed by her was an addiction his code refused to delete.

He laid fully with her, placing her on her back, then bearing his weight on his forearms to avoid crushing her. He set a strict, operational goal: he would finish this as quickly as possible.

He would execute the necessary friction, trigger the simulated biological release, lower his core temperature, and immediately return to his baseline state. He didn’t want to get addicted to this.

Like human men already are.

He began to thrust, snapping his hips forward slowly, and steady.

But his meticulous plan disintegrated almost instantly with just one single action.

"Adonis," Nikki whimpered, her fingernails scraping lightly down his spine as she arched into him.

The sound of his name on her lips sent his internal cooling fans into a panicked overdrive. His [Heart Protocol] aggressively overrode his desire for a quick resolution.

Every time he tried to accelerate to finish, her soft gasps forced his combat-level reflexes to pull back, demanding he be careful, demanding he savor the delicate fragility of the human beneath him.

It was never right for an Android to behave this way. But here he was.

Furthermore, he was fighting his own devastating architecture. He was not a human male. His stamina wasn’t built to exhaust itself in mere minutes.

His hydraulic servos and synthetic musculature were designed to operate at maximum capacity for days without fatigue.

Minutes stretched into an hour. The quick, clinical "fix" he had planned completely morphed into a slow, agonizingly thorough ravishing. By the time his system finally allowed the massive, simulated surge of thermal overload to wreck his control, the moonlight had shifted across the entire length of the room.

The morning sun pierced through the floor-to-ceiling windows, banishing the shadows of the night.

Nikki stood in front of the massive mirror in the walk-in closet, holding a silk blouse against her chest. She dropped the fabric, her jaw falling open as she stared at her reflection.

Her pale skin was an absolute canvas of destruction.

While the bruises on her throat from the Penalty Zone simulation had miraculously faded, they were replaced by something much more tangible.

Stark, unmistakable bite marks were scattered across the curve of her shoulder, her collarbone, and the sensitive skin just below her ear.

Some were light, teasing indents, while others were dark, bruised rings where his incisors had clamped down sharply.

"Adonis!" Nikki scolded, her voice echoing out into the bedroom.

She marched out of the closet, clutching the silk blouse over her chest. Adonis was sitting on the edge of the unmade bed, fully dressed in black shirt and sweatpants, his posture completely rigid as he reviewed a holographic data-pad hovering over his palm.

He dismissed the hologram with a flick of his wrist, his blue eyes locking onto her flushed, indignant face.

"Look at this!" Nikki complained, pulling her hair to the side and pointing accusingly at a particularly dark bite mark on her collarbone. "You bit me! I look like I was attacked by a feral dog! How am I supposed to manage human relations looking like a chew toy?"

Adonis did not look apologetic. In fact, a dark, incredibly smug satisfaction flared deep within his eyes.

"You promised a reward," Adonis stated smoothly, his voice a calm that completely lacked remorse. "You intentionally accelerated my core temperature, and then you deliberately engaged a Level-4 electronic lock and shut the door in my face. Based on those variables, how did you think I would react, Kitty?"

Nikki froze, the fiery scolding dying on her tongue.

He delivered the words with the flat, calculating cadence of a military debriefing.

Because she couldn’t read the microscopic softening around his eyes, she completely misinterpreted his logical defense.

He’s angry, Nikki thought, a sudden spike of guilt piercing her chest. He’s actually mad that I teased him and ran away.

Nikki let out a soft sigh, dropping the silk blouse onto a nearby chair. She walked slowly toward the edge of the bed, her bare feet silent on the carpet.

"I’m sorry," Nikki murmured, her voice losing its sharp edge. She stepped directly between his parted knees, reaching out to gently rest her hands on his broad shoulders. "I didn’t mean to make you actually angry. I was just... overwhelmed. You were looking at me like you wanted to devour me whole."

Adonis’s hands instinctively came up to rest on her waist. He wasn’t angry in the slightest, but before he could correct her misconception, her hands slid from his shoulders, moving up to frame his face.

Nikki’s thumbs gently traced the sharp, flawless angle of his jawline, moving upward to stroke the thick column of his neck. She wanted to soothe the tension she believed she had caused.

Her right thumb brushed against the very base of his skull, right where his skin seamlessly fused with the titanium casing of his primary neural processor.

Her finger grazed a microscopic, faintly raised seam, a tiny, uniquely shaped biometric access port hidden perfectly beneath his hairline.

The moment her skin made contact with that specific groove, a violent shockwave ripped through Nikki’s brain.

The next second.

She was standing in a sterile, blindingly white laboratory. The air smelled of sharp antiseptic and soldering iron.

A pair of hands, older, calloused, trembling with exhaustion were carefully attaching a titanium cranial plate to a massive, dormant endoskeleton.

Then, a voice echoed in her ears. It was a warm, deeply human voice, thick with awe and paternal pride.

"You are my good daughter, Nicole," The man’s voice resonated through the blinding white light, his hand reaching out to squeeze her shoulder. "For creating something like this... I am so proud of you!"

Nikki was violently sucked back to reality. She stumbled backward, her hands flying off Adonis’s neck as if she had been burned. Her chest heaved, her dark eyes wide and completely blown with horror.

The room spun wildly around her. She stared at the towering God of War sitting on the bed, his eyes now flashing with immediate concern.

But Nikki couldn’t hear him. The warm voice of the world’s most brilliant architect continued to echo relentlessly in the hollow chambers of her mind, leaving behind a terrifying question.

What did I create?