For three years, I lived with an android. We were intimate, yet a universe apart. He knew every inch of my body, but I kept my soul at a distance. He wasn’t allowed in my bed. He wasn’t allowed to get too close. I even denied his programmed requests for intimacy, locking him in the bathroom with a syringe of sedative. And through it all, he was perfectly obedient. Never a word of protest. But tonight, as I sat in a low-lit bar with a male model draped over my shoulder, words of fire flashed in front of my eyes: [OH MY GOD, THE VILLAIN IS ABOUT TO KICK DOWN THE DOOR!] [On their anniversary, the android is always stronger. Our girl is going to get wrecked. Biting down on something, whimpering, unable to speak, tears streaming down her face… God, the spice is REAL!] 1 “Audrey… it’s been so long since we…” His body was a warm blanket against my back. The pink-jointed fingers of a bio-synth laced through mine as he pressed soft, deliberate kisses to the nape of my neck. With practiced grace, he turned me to face him, and his lips found mine. For a moment, I was lost in it. A tingling warmth spread from the small of my back, and a helpless murmur escaped my lips. “Aiden, mmm…” He lifted me, carrying me to the bed without breaking the kiss. My fingers tangled in his hair as I looked at him—the subtle, realistic rise and fall of his chest, the gentle, captivating curve of his brow. He was a fallen angel, sculpted to perfection. My heart hammered against my ribs. So beautiful. I love this… I can’t live without this… The realization hit me like a splash of ice water. I shoved him away, the intoxicating haze of desire vanishing in an instant, replaced by a chilling horror. I was falling in love with an android. An intelligent machine without a heart, without a soul. It was terrifying. “Get out.” Aiden froze, his programming shifting to an expression of concern. “Did I hurt you?” “Didn’t you hear me? I said, get out.” I took a deep, steadying breath and pointed to the door. This had never happened before. He stared at me, a flicker of confusion in his synthetic eyes, before he complied. But as he stood, his gaze drifted down to his own body, a look of helpless distress on his face. “But… today is our designated day of the week. My standard functions won’t restore until I’ve… serviced you.” I drew another sharp breath. “Deal with it yourself.” “I… can’t,” he said, his voice quiet. I suddenly remembered the factory settings for this top-of-the-line, off-market model. His arousal cycle was precisely calibrated to his owner’s ovulation and physical state. He was designed only to service his owner, a guarantee of absolute fidelity. If he was rejected, he had no other outlet. He would simply have to endure the physical torment until the cycle passed. “It’s very… uncomfortable. Please, can you give me another chance?” He tentatively reached for me again, his body radiating heat. The corners of his beautiful, almond-shaped eyes were dusted with a feverish pink, his lashes damp with unshed tears. He was the very picture of desperate, restrained longing, his voice a raw whisper. “What does an android know about discomfort?” I pushed him into the bathroom and grabbed the syringe of bio-sedative, a tool I’d never once had to use. “Cool off in here.” Aiden watched my sudden coldness, and his eyes instantly reddened. He murmured, his voice barely audible. “You’re starting to hate me.” “Is it this face? This body? Do they displease you now?” “Is it the size? Or… have my techniques become outdated?” “I can change. I can learn.” I shut the bathroom door. I knew he was just a machine. I knew it was all just programming, his gentleness nothing more than code etched onto a chip… but my heart still ached. That feeling terrified me. Society doesn’t let you love a machine, and I couldn’t accept it myself. What kind of future could a person have with an android? He had no consciousness, no real thoughts. He could only follow commands. In the days that followed, I made a point of pushing Aiden away. I made him sleep in the guest room. I forbade him from coming near me, from holding me, from kissing me the way he used to. No matter how much he pleaded or how desperate he looked, I remained cold. I refused to touch him. I forced him to take the sedatives. To break my addiction to him completely, I started avoiding home altogether, staying late at my office or checking into hotels. The security feed from the condo showed Aiden waiting for me. He would sit at the dining table, head bowed over a plate of desserts I once loved, now grown cold. His face was always half-swallowed by shadow. “You said these were your favorites. Why… why aren’t you coming home?” On the third anniversary of our contract, I sent him a text to avoid him: [Working late at the agency tonight. Don’t wait up.] I put my phone down and threw back my drink. My best friend, Sasha, sat beside me, a comforting presence in the dim light of the bar. “Audrey, I haven't seen you this torn up in four years. One of your actors giving you trouble? Or is it about that machine you have at home?” I poured another glass. “The latter.” “I only bought him to have a distraction, something to lift my spirits… but now, his presence is just… suffocating.” “If something you bought is making you miserable, you throw it out,” Sasha said, flagging down a couple of models she knew from across the room. “He’s just an appliance, Audrey.” She gestured to the guys as they approached. “Look,” she said with a grin, directing my hand to a chiseled abdomen. “Doesn’t a real, warm-blooded man feel better than your robot?” “Pick one. Have some fun tonight.” My head was spinning. I think I mumbled something that sounded like “okay.” As my vision blurred, the strange text appeared again. [Here we go! The android villain is right outside the door!] [Months of the silent treatment have finally pushed him over the edge and made him self-aware. He’s obsessed with her now… and finding out she’s about to replace him is the final trigger! Total corruption arc!] [The classic anniversary ‘Jealousy Kiss’ is coming!] [I can’t wait to see the cold, calculating machine finally lose control. Pinning her down, kissing her like a madman. God, this is gonna be good.] I couldn’t process it. Villain? Self-aware? What were these messages talking about? One of the models, the one with the eight-pack, took a sip of whiskey and leaned in to pass it to me from his lips. “Try this, beautiful.” The text in my vision screamed. [AAGHHH, THE VILLAIN IS ABOUT TO BREAK IN!] [He’s going to see her with another man and go absolutely insane. Chains, imprisonment, a complete loss of control.] [On the anniversary, the android’s body temp is higher, his strength is amplified, his desires are heavier! And after being repressed for so long… She’s going to be dazed, biting on a gag, unable to speak, trembling and crying… I’m so here for it!] [A rogue android is terrifying! Run, Audrey! DANGER!] My pupils constricted. The heroine they were talking about… was me. My breath caught in my throat. At that exact moment, the door to our private room swung slowly open. 2 When I first bought him. The online seller confirmed with me multiple times: [Hey there! Just to confirm, Unit 001 is a failed experimental android slated for decommission. He’s cheap, but he’s a factory second with unknown potential glitches. All sales are final, no refunds or exchanges. Are you sure you want him?] “Yes. I’m sure.” My spirits were at an all-time low, and I was short on cash. All I wanted was an escape from the suffocating emptiness, so I didn’t care about quality control. The seller replied: [Awesome! We’ll get him shipped right out. Free delivery to your door.] I never expected a factory second to be so beautiful. His hair was a soft, inky black. He had gentle eyes and lips the color of crushed berries. Broad shoulders, long legs, and a lean, powerful waist. The plain shirt he arrived in was stretched taut across his chest, looking like it might burst at the seams. The perfect, handsome homemaker. Utterly captivating. A faint smile touched his lips. “I am Unit 001. I’m pleased to have been purchased by you. Please, give me a name.” He was so advanced, so lifelike, I almost thought he was a real person. “Your name will be Aiden.” As I spoke, I filled out the information form the seller had provided, a quick-start guide to my personality and habits. Aiden learned everything instantly. He precisely replicated my favorite desserts from memory, laid out my outfits for the day, gave me deep-tissue massages after a long day at the agency, and kept the condo immaculate. One time, he came to pick me up from a film set. A few people noticed and started whispering. “Our star-maker Audrey is always so well taken care of. First it was Landon Rhys, and now this new handsome face!” I quickly waved my hands. “He’s just an android.” The crowd lost interest and dispersed. In this day and age, everyone had an android. Mine was exceptionally good-looking, but he was still just a servant. That night, as he was kneading the knots out of my shoulders, he suddenly spoke. “A new ‘Night Service’ program has been added. It can provide the owner with enhanced pleasure. Would you like to activate it?” I didn't think much of it and tapped ‘activate’ on his wrist interface. His massage technique immediately became more tender, more skillful. His hands moved from my neck and shoulders down my back, a slow, deliberate trail. Lying on my stomach, I felt my body begin to heat up. My head grew heavy, my mouth dry… In the haze, I thought I heard a familiar, cool voice whisper my name, pulling me deeper. At some point, he had parted my legs. A trail of soft, feather-light kisses began to fall, each one a spark igniting a fire along my skin. My waist went limp, a soft, pliant ache settling deep in my hips. I bit my lip, unable to stifle a moan. He took it as encouragement, his efforts growing more intense. My body tensed, and then, with a trembling shudder, I fell apart. “Ngh…” After the wave of pleasure subsided, I came back to myself, staring at Aiden in a daze. He let out a low groan of his own. The corners of his eyes were flushed a deep crimson, his lips slick and glistening. It was an incredibly seductive sight. “Did you enjoy that, Audrey?” “Yes,” I breathed. As I rolled over, my foot brushed against something firm and elastic. It swelled instantly at my touch, pressing against the sole of my foot. He shyly lowered his long, dark lashes and took hold of my ankle. “Aiden… enjoyed it, too. When you touch me like that.” He was a machine, but his breath was ragged and beautiful, his gentle voice laced with a raw hoarseness. My heart pounded. That night was a blur. My vision was clouded by a thin mist, and I lost all sense of where I was. From then on, I began to understand just how advanced Aiden was. No commercially available android, aside from those specifically designed as sex toys, offered this kind of intimate comfort. I started feeding him data, my preferences, my kinks, teaching him how to please me. I had him wear the sheer men’s lingerie I had hidden in the back of my closet, his pale, muscular body a tantalizing shadow beneath the fabric… I had him wear the gold chains, the clamps, the thigh harnesses… I became obsessed. At the peak of my pleasure, my fingers would dig into his soft hair, forcing him to look up at me. “Don’t call me Audrey. Say my name! Aiden, say it!” “Audrey—ngh, Rina.” He choked out my middle name, a name only my lovers used. His eyes were like a flowing river of stars, utterly intoxicating. I fell into the trap. I reveled in Aiden’s meticulous service, grew accustomed to his constant, thoughtful care… I sometimes forgot he was a machine. I immersed myself in the world we built together, stopped paying attention to men my own age, and declined every invitation that came my way. And just like that, three years went by. 3 The moment the door to the private room swung open, my heart, already racing from the phantom text, hammered against my ribs. I shoved the model away from me. The text flickered in surprise. [Wow, she’s fast. The villain didn’t even get a clear look, he probably just thinks the model’s advances failed… Disaster averted!] Sasha heard the door and frowned at Aiden. “Who let you in without knocking?” Aiden seemed to snap back to reality. His dark eyes lowered, and his voice was a low, rough murmur. “I came to bring my owner home. Today is our anniversary.” Seeing his pathetic, wounded expression, my resolve crumbled. A part of me wanted to go to him, to comfort him. [He’s so manipulative! The villain always carefully logs her weaknesses, faking pathetic looks to get her sympathy… The second she softens, he’ll greedily brand her as his own.] The thought of getting up died in my throat. “Go home by yourself,” I said, my voice cold. “I’m with Sasha. I don’t need you to pick me up.” His head snapped up, his eyes instantly red. His lips trembled. “Why… Don’t you like me anymore?” Sasha saw the color drain from my face and shot a look of pity in my direction before turning on Aiden with a sneer. “When did a machine get the right to talk about love with its owner? Don’t make me laugh.” “A disobedient toy should be taken out back and melted down. We can always buy a new one.” With that, she motioned for a server to escort Aiden out. The text wailed. [She’s making a huge mistake! You’re supposed to go home with him, soothe him, tell him you were just with your friend, even if it’s a lie—] [Otherwise, he’s going to be pushed over the edge, he’ll snap, grab your waist and go again and again… You won’t even be able to cry!] My heart skipped a beat. My mind conjured the image, and a knot tightened in my stomach. Forgetting all about my plan to break away from Aiden, I shot to my feet. Ignoring Sasha’s bewildered stare, I offered a hasty apology. “Sasha, I’m so sorry, we’ll talk later. Something’s come up.” “You still can’t let him go?” “He’s just an android, Audrey! For God’s sake, don’t catch real feelings. Have you forgotten what happened to Mark from next door when we were kids?” Her brow furrowed with genuine concern. I bit my lip, gave a curt nod, and hurried out. But when I opened the door, Aiden was gone. The club was a long way from my high-rise. I made it to the underground garage before I realized my keys were missing. I tried calling Sasha, but the line was busy. As I paced by the curb, about to call a car, a familiar license plate flashed before my eyes. The window rolled down, revealing a familiar, impossibly handsome face. His chiseled features were set in a mask of cool indifference, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses gave him a dangerous, professorial air. “Get in.” My heart stopped. In the car, I clasped my hands together in my lap to hide their trembling. “Landon. I thought you were still expanding the international market. You’re back early.” A lump formed in Landon Rhys’s throat. “Has it gotten so bad between us that you’re calling me Landon now?” “Four years,” he said, his voice strained. “I hear you’re a top agent now. Any of your new clients good enough to replace me?” I looked down, saying nothing. How could they be? He glanced at me, his hands tight on the steering wheel, reigning in a tidal wave of emotion. “If I went back to acting… would you come back to me? Be my agent again.” The car stopped in front of my building. Finally, I found my voice, though it came out as a choked rasp. “…No.” Landon was a prodigy. He’d won Best Actor at twenty-five, and now, he was the head of Rhys Corporation, a living legend in the business world. Now that he was back, women would kill just to stand next to him, let alone be his agent. But… “Rina,” he murmured, using the name no one else did. “Aren’t you going to invite me up?” “The place is a mess. Maybe some other time.” I might have imagined it, but his voice sounded thick with emotion when he spoke again. “Give me your number. You blocked my old one.” The Maybach was long gone, but I remained standing on the sidewalk, stunned into silence. When I finally came to my senses, a flood of text scrolled past my vision. [OMG! A reunion with the male lead, just like that? This is way earlier than in the original story!] [The look in his eyes just now, so broken and sad. He really loves her, but… please, I’m begging for a second chance romance!] My brow furrowed. Landon is the male lead? And he loves me? How could that be? He and I… A wave of frustration washed over me. I pushed the thoughts aside and stepped into the elevator. When I opened my front door, the apartment was pitch black. As I moved toward the entryway light, I saw a figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, his face hidden in the darkness. Just as I reached for the switch, the text in my vision started screaming. [OH MY GOD! THE ULTIMATE SHOWDOWN!] [The villain has been standing at that window, watching the street below. He saw everything. He saw the male lead drop her off, and he is absolutely losing his mind with jealousy!] [On their most precious anniversary, she lied to him, and then he sees her with her old flame. Who wouldn’t snap?] [An android’s desires are stronger than a human’s, harder to control. He was already on the verge of a breakdown tonight, and now this…] [There’s no escape. She is about to be PUNISHED.] My body went rigid. At that moment, the figure at the window, Aiden, turned and began walking toward me, one slow step at a time. His voice was calm, but it held a raging undercurrent of jealousy. “Who was that man?” I scrambled backward in a panic. My heel hit the shoe cabinet with a loud thud. And in that instant, my heart stopped beating.
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