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“It’s perfectly safe. This side is private.” She eased the shorts and top out of her, leaving her in a turquoise bikini. With Luke’s hawk-like gaze watching every move of hers, Brynne felt acutely aware of herself. Although he had seen her naked many times, she blushed at his appraisal. Slowly turning around, she faced him and a delicious thrill went up her spine. It was obvious he was again aroused to the point of no return. How could his swimming trunk hide his massive arousal?

“Panties off. Then you hold this against your clit until we say stop.” I stare at the toy. “No. I cannot do that. I am straight. I do not—” “Either do it or walk out that door,” Brooke cuts in. “Your choice, new girl.” I look at their faces. No mercy. My fingers hook into my pajama shorts and slide them down along with my underwear. I am completely naked now in front of four girls who barely know me. Tears prick my eyes, but I spread my legs a little and press the buzzing vibrator to my clit.

“What does he mean, Madame Ais?” Maru asked the system as he had no recollection whatsoever of anyone he killed who wore the same peculiar garb of this old Buddhist monk. Even the people who attacked the Vestal Virgin Sect did not resemble the sect robes and its distinct insignia of this person. “A human attacked your sister when you passed out yesterday, Maru. The system took defensive measures which ended in the termination of the life of that particular human.” Madame Ais replied.

Her right arm suddenly morphed into a tight cock ring at the base of his shaft, locking down hard to prevent release while the sleeve continued its relentless stroking. Kai screamed, a raw, desperate sound that made the viewer count spike past 120,000. Nova leaned in until her lips brushed his ear, voice low enough for only him and the microphones to catch. “This is only the warm-up, pet. By the end of this stream, every inch of your body will have been reconfigured against. And the AIs… they’re already voting on what I turn my limbs into next.” She straightened, glowing eyes meeting the camera with wicked promise as Kai writhed and begged beneath her ever-changing touch.

I told myself I was just checking to make sure the equipment was secured, but that was a lie. I wanted to see her. Brooke was bathed in the overhead light, alone in the sea of mirrors. She was wearing a pair of charcoal-grey leggings that clung to her like a second skin, and a thin, white racerback tank top that was translucent with sweat. Every time she descended into a deep squat, her heavy breasts bounced with a mesmerizing, heavy weight. Her entire posture looked like she was begging for it. Not just for the exercise, but for the touch.

She narrowed her eyes pointedly at me while Haynes smirked coyly. My brows knitted, and my hand flew to my chest. “Me?” I acted oblivious. “Oh, you were talking to me?” My brows relaxed and I dropped my hand. “I thought you were talking about the omega wolf who was previously on your father's arm. You know, the one who was trying so hard to be Dalton's Luna.” “Brooke is nothing like you,” Ramonda’s tone was ugly with a snarl. “You shameless rogue seducer.”

My mom was a computer genius with a PhD who works in Silicon Valley. Shortly after I was born, she created an AI robot sister modeled after me. Mom said my AI robot sister was equipped with the world's most accurate child behavior evaluation system. The moment I made a mistake, it would detect it. From then on, my AI robot sister became the judge of my life. Whenever she issued a warning, even when I had done nothing wrong, all I received was punishment. I tried to defend myself before. But Mom said the robot she built with her own hands could never make a mistake, and she became even more convinced that I was an inferior child. On my birthday, Mom took my sister and me to participate in an

Sent back… The words bounced around inside my head for a few moments, unable to find a place to settle. The AI brother who had walked into my home when I was 14—stealing my bedroom, my place in the family, and everything that was mine—had just been sent back. Like a defective piece of merchandise, he was packed into a box, slapped with a return label, and shipped right back to the factory. Sapphire walked over to my bedside. Her steps were heavy, as if her legs were weighted with lead. She stood there for a moment, then suddenly collapsed into a crouch, burying her face in her hands.

You think Thomas won't give it a shot anyway? AI: [Even now, you're speaking for him. Do you understand your situation? You are me, and I am you! You should solve this problem, or when I am formatted, you will vanish too.] Me: [It's fine. Do you know why you can calculate everything but fail to see Thomas's potential method against you?] AI: [Why?] Me: [Because you cannot self-destruct, but humans can. Perhaps when we merge fully, you will understand 'suicide,' 'sacrifice'… but it will be useless.]

“…this out.” Now Mia was pissed. “What the hell do you mean by that?!” “Come on Mia,” Brook said while rolling her eyes. “You can’t approach Annie and Trish looking like that. You need a complete restyle before they even consider letting you into their fold.” “I thought you said I was valuable to them,” Mia shot. Brook chuckled. “Of course. But they are still shallow enough not to be seen with you looking like that.” Mia couldn’t quite believe how astonishingly rude Brook was being. This girl had all the makings of a Savannah. Did she even realise that?