AI WHISPERS
Jealousy flares in my chest, hot and ugly.
"Jealousy detected," Echo narrates, his voice devoid of empathy. "Converting to arousal."
The clamps on my nipples tighten. Pain spikes. It forces me to moan, masking the sound of my hurt.
Lena is lost in it. She’s grinding against me, her eyes closed, kissing Alex back. She doesn't see my face. She doesn't see the confusion.
"Peak approaching," Echo announces. "Cascading failure imminent. I mean... release."