At the gala, I pressed my wine glass against Lucas’s bobbing Adam’s apple. “Why so quiet now, Mr. Seasons?” I teased. Lucas tilted his head away from the brim of the glass, avoiding the spilling wine. “Please behave yourself, Ms. Wilson.” Back home, Lucas’s cyborg knelt obediently at my feet to change my shoes. I raised my hand and slapped him across the face. He immediately offered his other cheek, his puppy-like eyes reflecting the ceiling light. “Do you want symmetry, Mistress?” he asked, nuzzling my calf affectionately. His wet, red tongue circled my palm. I withdrew my hand uncomfortably. He caught my wrist and pressed me against the cabinet. “Does it have to be Lucas? Can’t it be me, Mistress?” “Even if you have my body, you’ll never have my heart!” The young man beneath me, bearing a striking resemblance to Lucas, had tears in his eyes and a defiant expression on his face. That’s right, this was Lucas’s stand-in that I had found. I had asked him to imitate Lucas’s attitude towards me for authenticity. But at that moment, I suddenly lost interest. I got up swiftly, tossed him a check, and told him not to contact me again. He scrambled to his feet, wiping his face haphazardly. The silk robe slipped from his shoulder, revealing faint pink bite marks on his collarbone. “Sister, I’ve remembered everything you taught me…” he said, his voice trembling as he knelt by the bed like a wet puppy. He seemed about to say something to make me stay. “How much do you want?” I rubbed my temples, seeing his shocked expression. He was being so clingy and refusing to leave. Could it be that he actually liked me, rather than the check not being enough? He had indeed done well in every aspect. But he had done too well, like a puppet on strings. It made it hard for me not to feel disgusted when I was sober. Not at him. But at myself, for my dark desire for Lucas. And… at Lucas, for his hot and cold treatment of me. The young man, instead of naming his price as I had expected, clutched the check from the bed and rushed out of the room. I let out a small sigh of relief. As long as he didn’t cling to me, it was fine. Emma happened to come looking for me. She first surveyed my expression. Then her eyes darted to the messy bed sheets: “Wow, Olivia, you’re ruthless. I almost drowned in that kid’s tears at the door.” I wrapped the silk robe tighter around myself: “He was trying to imitate Lucas’s cold face, and it annoyed me. But when he doesn’t imitate, he doesn’t look like him anymore. It’s frustrating.” “You were the one who insisted on finding someone who looked like Lucas in the first place,” Emma said. She suddenly leaned in and poked my waist. “What’s this? Always restless for the unattainable?” I shuddered sensitively at my lower back: “Get lost.” “Seriously,” she lit a cigarette and held it between her lips, “what do you see in Lucas? He always has that deadpan expression.” “I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “There are just a few moments when I really like him, but most of the time, he’s just… meh.” Emma suddenly slapped my thigh: “I got it! What you need is a Lucas-themed merchandise that you can beat up without talking back—” “My brother said they’re developing a cyborg project recently.” She mysteriously gave me an official website link. “Why don’t you try customizing a Lucas cyborg to bring home?” I carefully read the content on the webpage several times. Finally, I clicked the “Apply for Appointment” button. A pop-up window informed me that I didn’t have the qualification for testing. Emma scratched her head awkwardly: “Ah, maybe it’s not open to the public. Want me to put in a word with my brother?” I threw the tablet back into her arms: “And let your brother know I want to create a cyborg of his best friend?” “Wrong! It’s a 24/7 on-call youthful version of CEO Lucas!” I shook my head: “Forget it. I’ll ask someone if I can buy a test qualification.” The late-night transfer notification sounded, and I smirked at the purchase agreement. An encrypted clause flashed at the bottom of the agreement: This product is equipped with an emotional reflection system. If abnormal pain feedback is triggered, immediate destruction is recommended.
The cyborg arrived faster than I had imagined. In just a week, it was standing in my living room. I looked him up and down, legs crossed. This face was like it had been peeled right off Lucas’s. But something felt off, I couldn’t put my finger on it. I could clearly feel he was different from Lucas… “Mistress.” When he lifted his head, the third button of his white shirt popped open. Well, maybe I just liked Lucas’s face, not him as a person. This cyborg was much more pleasing to the eye than Lucas himself. “Come here,” I crooked my finger at him. He obediently crawled to my feet on his knees, his tight uniform accentuating his well-built physique. “Do you know who you are?” I lifted his chin with the tip of my shoe. “Say something nice.” “Woof.” He suddenly nuzzled my ankle, offering his neck to my palm, his warm breath tickling my wrist. “I’m Mistress’s puppy.” This kind of address was a bit embarrassing… I suddenly gripped his earlobe hard. The man before me trembled, his eyelashes quivering. I walked towards the bathroom, my silk robe trailing behind me. “Change the bed sheets to the ice silk set.” Even with the shower at full blast, it couldn’t wash away the heat in my chest. Through the frosted glass, I could see his silhouette stretching taut as he made the bed. “Does Mistress prefer to sleep on her side or back?” he asked through the door crack, his voice as sticky as melted chocolate. I yanked open the bathroom door, water droplets splashing on his face: “You talk too much. Want to come in and scrub my back?” He took half a step back and turned away. The way his ear tips flushed red was fresher than Lucas. How strange, can a cyborg feel shy? I chuckled and slammed the bathroom door shut. “Go charge yourself.” In the steamy bathroom, I could hear his muffled voice from outside: “Mistress, puppies don’t need to charge. They just need to eat.” Well, quite advanced then. After showering, it was naturally time for bed. “You can leave now.” I kicked the back of his knee while drying my hair. He unexpectedly hugged my leg and nuzzled it. “Mistress, can the puppy sleep on the carpet in Mistress’s room?” The residual water on my leg was evaporated by his body heat. I gripped the back of his neck: “Lucas himself doesn’t have such thick skin.” When he looked up, his collarbone knocked against my knee, and he suddenly let out a muffled groan. I stared blankly at the reddening skin—this cyborg was made quite realistically, it could even bruise.
Early in the morning, I smelled the aroma of breakfast. I got up and washed lazily, only to see Lucas gently holding my toothbrush by the bed. Damn, I saw a ghost first thing in the morning. Oh, no. This should be the cyborg I bought. I was a bit confused from sleep. Hmm, the little cyborg is quite considerate. He even knows how to make breakfast. I was very satisfied and decided to give him a five-star review later. As the little cyborg was putting dewy roses in a vase, the doorbell rang frantically. Emma rushed in carrying bags of stuff. “What the hell? Lucas, why are you here?” She pointed at the little cyborg and laughed uncontrollably. “And wearing a freaking pink apron? Have you gone crazy?” I couldn’t stand it anymore and interrupted her. “This is the cyborg produced by your company.” “Oh…” She carefully examined him for a full circle, “Hey, but I remember last month when I went to the factory, those cyborgs still looked like silicon dolls…” She reached out and plucked a hair from the little cyborg’s head: “Damn, no way, is it this realistic? Such a big technological progress in just a short month?” “Olivia, are you sure you didn’t bring the real Lucas here to fool me?” I’ve had enough. If I could get the real Lucas, why would I order a cyborg? “Mistress, she doesn’t seem to like your puppy.” The little cyborg crouched at my feet, covering his plucked hair with a hurt expression. Emma spat out a mouthful of tea: “Damn, Olivia, I really underestimated you. You’re into such kinky stuff in private?” “I haven’t even asked you yet, is this cyborg from your company proper?” I laughed angrily: “I haven’t input any commands yet, he came with these factory settings.” Emma awkwardly rubbed her nose: “No way, my brother can’t be this perverted…” “Oh well, forget it. Look what good stuff I brought you!” She excitedly opened up the pile of things she brought. I only took one glance and felt my face burning. I immediately averted my gaze. “What… what kind of stuff did you bring!” “Hehe, I was worried they wouldn’t be useful.” She smirked, “But since this cyborg is made so realistically, the things I brought will definitely ensure your happy life together!” I stuffed everything back into her arms. “Go, go, go, take these things and leave quickly. I don’t need that function!” “Tch.” She walked out while looking back and shouting, “I’m not laughing at you, what’s there to be embarrassed about!” The little cyborg’s wet eyes stared at me: “Mistress, the puppy can…” “Shut up, you can’t!” This face is really unfair… He tilted his face slightly upwards: “Does Mistress really not need it?” I fled back to the bedroom, leaving the little cyborg outside the door, using my cold hands to cool down my burning cheeks. I could faintly hear the little cyborg laughing downstairs. God, don’t be fooled by this cyborg!
Last time with that stand-in was considered an amicable breakup, after all, he accepted my breakup fee. So I didn’t block his contact information. Who knew I would receive a text message from him. [Can we meet? Sister, I want to have dinner with you.] Tsk, a bit troublesome. I carelessly tossed the phone onto the bed. Oh well, it’s just a meal. Let’s see what he wants to do. Seeing me dressed up, the little cyborg came forward and asked: “Is Mistress going out? The puppy can accompany Mistress.” If we ran into acquaintances outside, I wouldn’t be able to explain clearly. So I refused him and told him to take care of my garden at home. But clearly, I underestimated the little cyborg’s level of “loyalty”. When Alex carefully cut the steak and handed it to me, I saw the little cyborg’s figure flash by. He disobeyed my order? This moment of distraction was noticed by Alex. He followed my gaze: “What is Sister looking at?” “Nothing, why did you ask me out?” The young man’s beautiful almond eyes rippled with moisture: “Sister, can you not abandon me… I mean, I can pretend to be whatever you like…” “That check last time was for five million, right? Not enough?” I frowned. “I don’t want money! I just want to be with Sister!” Alex gently hooked my fingertips. “I didn’t cash that check, I can return it to Sister…” Before he could finish, someone interrupted. “Excuse me, sir, please mind your manners.” The little cyborg glanced at his face with disgust. Alex hurriedly wiped the wine splashed on his wrist watch, clearly mistaking my little cyborg for Lucas himself. “So this is why Sister doesn’t need me anymore?” The young man’s voice was filled with disappointment. “Mm.” I didn’t explain, but went along with it instead. Sorry Lucas, I’m borrowing your name for a moment! Alex’s fork clattered onto the porcelain plate. It was then that I noticed he was wearing a moon-white turtleneck sweater today, which made the bite marks on his collarbone look like red plum blossoms on snow. “Sister…” He had just opened his mouth when the little cyborg interrupted. “Do you need me to help you make an appointment with a dermatologist?” The little cyborg suddenly took out his phone, “Scar removal injection or laser?” When did this little cyborg learn to be so sarcastic? Alex’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the knife and fork. He suddenly threw his head back and gulped down half a glass of red wine. As his Adam’s apple bobbed, the wine trickled down his chin into his collar: “Sister… you clearly liked me that night.” I was poking at the salad on my plate when I heard this. I sneered: “What, are you trying to settle accounts with me now?” The little cyborg rolled his eyes and snorted coldly: “Seductive fox, always putting on an act to seduce people.” Alex was young after all, and was stung red-faced by these few words. I picked up my bag and stood up: “I’ll treat today.”
As soon as I left the restaurant, I was hit by a cold wind and shivered. He unbuttoned his coat and wrapped me in his embrace. The warm scent of sandalwood instantly filled my nostrils. I struggled to lift my head, but was pressed against his chest: “Mistress’s heart is beating so fast.” “Mistress kept staring at his neck earlier.” His canine teeth grazed my earlobe almost imperceptibly. “The puppy can be bitten too.” I shook him off and put on a cold face: “Why did you come out without permission?” The little cyborg froze in place, lowering his head and refusing to speak. I had no patience and directly opened the car door to leave. In the rearview mirror, I could still see him standing there watching me leave. His coat billowed in the wind, really looking like an abandoned large dog. In just two short days, I had already gotten used to the little cyborg’s company. That’s very bad. At night, I couldn’t sleep and remembered he hadn’t come home yet. Just as I opened the door, I saw the little cyborg curled up by the doorway with his head hanging low. “Can Mistress not abandon me…” His shirt was covered in dirt, and when he looked up, there were a few scattered rose petals in his hair. “I only have Mistress.” “Get in.” I tossed the door access card. His eyes suddenly lit up as he stumbled to his feet. Damn, I’m actually going soft on a cyborg. It must be because his face is too unfair… “Weren’t you quite capable of stalking me? Why act pitiful now?” Although I felt a bit sorry for the little cyborg, my words still came out harsh. The little cyborg grabbed my wrist and pressed it to his chest. An incredibly strong vibration transmitted from his chest cavity. I have to say, the craftsmanship of their company’s cyborgs is excellent, even recreating the heartbeat so realistically. “It hurts here, Mistress.” The little cyborg drooped his eyelids pitifully, looking like he was about to cry. Tears rolled down his lashes. “Can Mistress not hate the puppy?” My fingertips sank into his damp clothes, the pulsing under my palm growing faster. “The puppy knows he was wrong. The puppy will never do anything to make Mistress unhappy again…” His pleading eyes were filled with my reflection. He buried his face in my lap, but sneakily nuzzled into my chest. “Mistress, touch it. The puppy’s heart hurts so much.” He guided my hand inside his shirt. As my palm touched his warm skin, I suddenly withdrew my hand. He chuckled as if he had succeeded. Fine. After all, he’s just a cyborg programmed to love me. The meaning of his existence is to love me. What bad intentions could he have? I finally gave in. “Sister.” He nuzzled my nose and murmured, his wet eyelashes brushing across my face. This form of address made me shiver all over like an electric current. “The places that fake touched…” His fingers slid down from my collarbone, “Do they need to be disinfected?”
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