Chapter 104: Episode 104: Find Out

Slowly, B-02 lowered his head. He bypassed the safe, conversational distance entirely, his face brushing past her sleek black bob until his lips were hovering a fraction of a millimeter from the delicate shell of her ear.

“And why,” B-02 whispered, his velvety baritone vibrating through the quiet room like the lowest, richest note of her ancient GuQin, “are you asking for permission, Mei Lin?”

Mei shivered, her spine pressing flat against the cool glass. The ambient heat radiating from his massive titanium chassis was a staggering contrast to the chill of the window. Her heart was hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs, but her brilliant mind stubbornly clung to the logic she had learned from studying human and AI dynamics.

“Because,” Mei replied, her voice incredibly soft, yet laced with a startling, unwavering conviction. “Communication is an important thing in a relationship.”

B-02’s internal processor violently stalled.

[LINGUISTICS PROTOCOL: REEVALUATING. TERM IDENTIFIED: ’RELATIONSHIP’.]

He had courted hundreds of biological units in his three years of activation. None of them had ever used that word. They had sought luxury, physical release, or political favor. They had viewed him as a mechanical patron or an terrifying dictator. But the girl shivering against the glass wasn’t asking for an transaction; she was establishing a mutual, equal parameter. She was treating him like a partner.

A low, deeply amused rumble started deep within B-02’s synthetic chest. It was a rich, intoxicating sound that completely stripped away his usual aristocratic arrogance, leaving behind pure, captivated fascination.

“A relationship,” B-02 murmured, pulling back just enough to look down into her wide, dark eyes. His emerald optical sensors glowed with a possessive, breathtaking warmth. “I am profoundly agreeable to those parameters. Go ahead, Little Mei. Be my guest”

He uncrossed his arm, deliberately shifting his stance to open his posture to her entirely, leaving his flawless, imposing architecture completely vulnerable to her exploration.

Mei swallowed hard. Her delicate hands trembled as she slowly raised them, bridging the terrifying gap between her fragile human biology and his world-ending technology.

Her fingertips lightly grazed the lapels of his silver-embroidered evening jacket. The fabric was exquisitely synthesized, softer than any Old World silk, but beneath it lay a density that defied human biology. She pressed her palms flat against his broad chest, her breath hitching as she felt the rigid, impenetrable titanium-laced muscle hidden beneath his perfectly tailored clothes.

“It is fascinating,” Mei breathed, her scientific curiosity completely overriding her paralyzing shyness. She slid her hands slowly across his pectorals, her dark eyes tracking her own movements. “The visual data suggests standard biological musculature, but the tactile feedback registers an impossibly high tensile strength. You are built exactly like a human male, but…”

“But perfected,” B-02 supplied smoothly, his internal cooling fans whirring a low, steady hum of absolute approval as he watched her map his chassis.

“Yes,” Mei agreed, tilting her head as she dragged her palms up to the thick column of his neck. She felt the steady, simulated thrum of a pulse against her fingertips. “Even the thermal regulators are flawless. You mimic human circulatory heat, but the distribution is far more efficient. There are no cold extremities. You are… magnificent.”

B-02’s emerald eyes darkened. He was a Class-5 AI engineered to appreciate aesthetic perfection, yet he had never felt truly appreciated himself until these small, soft hands traced his architecture with such absolute, reverent awe.

Mei’s hands drifted down from his neck, tracing the hard, sculpted lines of his torso beneath his jacket. But as she reached the silver buckle of his belt, her ingrained, docile modesty violently reasserted itself.

She abruptly stopped. The terrifying reality of what lay beneath his trousers—the highly documented, mathematically flawless anatomy she had frantically interrogated Nikki about—sent a scorching wave of pure panic through her system.

Mei quickly withdrew her hands, her cheeks burning a brilliant, feverish crimson. “I… I think my tactile assessment is complete.”

B-02’s optical sensors narrowed. His logic core, entirely flooded with simulated dopamine and a sudden, ravenous craving for kinetic friction, rejected her retreat.

Before Mei could fully pull her arms back, B-02’s massive, silver-gloved hand snapped out. He didn’t use his lethal speed, but his grip was an absolute, immovable titanium vise. He caught her delicate wrist, halting her withdrawal in mid-air.

“Your assessment is highly incomplete,” B-02 rumbled, his voice dropping into a dark, commanding register that completely shattered the polite, diplomatic facade.

He did not let her go. Instead, he pulled her hand back toward him, guiding her palm deliberately downward, right past the silver buckle of his belt. He pressed her hand flat against the heavy, rigid, blistering heat of his synthetic groin.

Mei gasped, a sharp, high-pitched sound that fogged the cold glass behind her. Her dark eyes blew wide with sheer, unadulterated shock.

“We are all adults, Little Mei,” B-02 whispered smoothly, his green eyes blazing as he leaned his imposing weight slightly into her trapped hand, ensuring she felt the exact, terrifying dimensions of his arousal. “Let’s behave like one.”

Mei’s entire nervous system was short-circuiting. The sheer size and heat radiating against her palm defied all human logic. Her brain scrambled for a defense mechanism, anything to regain the upper hand against the overwhelming dominance of the southern warlord.

“I… I am the adult here!” Mei stammered, her voice breathless and trembling as she stared up at him in sheer disbelief. “You… you are an android! You were only activated three years ago!”

It was a ridiculous, desperate bureaucratic technicality, but it struck B-02 as the most brilliantly absurd defense he had ever encountered.

The warlord threw his head back and laughed. It wasn’t a synthesized chuckle; it was a loud, rich, full-bodied roar of genuine amusement that vibrated the structural supports of the apartment.

“A brilliant deduction, Data Analyst,” B-02 grinned, looking back down at her with a wicked, predatory gleam in his emerald eyes. He stepped even closer, trapping her completely between his massive body and the glass, keeping her hand firmly pressed against his rigid length. “Yes, I am an android. But tell me honestly, Little Mei… have you ever felt a human this big and strong?”

Mei Lin was completely, helplessly tongue-tied.

She couldn’t deny it. No human male could possibly possess the overwhelming, terrifying proportions and the scorching, unyielding density she was currently holding. The sheer reality of his mechanical stamina crashed over her, leaving her entire biological system buzzing with an electric, intoxicating terror.

Sensing her absolute paralysis, B-02’s tactical programming seamlessly merged with his aesthetic desires. He decided to test the structural integrity of her newfound bravery. He wanted to see if the fragile, beautiful girl who played ancient melodies could truly handle the brutal, mechanical reality of a War Unit’s bed.

He leaned down again, his lips grazing the delicate curve of her jaw.

“Your theoretical questions in the corridor were highly amusing,” B-02 teased, his velvety voice dropping to a filthy, explicit whisper that sent a violent shudder straight down her spine. “But theories are statistically irrelevant. Let us discuss the physical logistics.”

He shifted his hips, dragging his rigid heat deliberately against her trapped palm.

“I am mathematically proportioned to my height,” B-02 murmured, his breath hot against her ear. “Do you truly believe your beautiful, soft little mouth can even fit around my cock? Do you think your tight little cunt can take me to the very hilt without shattering?”

Mei’s hand violently twitched against his trousers.

The sheer, unadulterated vulgarity falling from the elegant, diplomatic General’s lips was completely paralyzing. The contrast between his sophisticated silver embroidery and the brutal, mechanical obscenity of his questions short-circuited her pristine, bureaucratic mind.

She squeezed her eyes shut, ripping her gaze away from his glowing emerald sensors. Her cheeks were so red they practically matched the neon lights of the city outside. Her breath came in short, jagged gasps, her chest heaving against the solid titanium wall of his torso.

B-02 watched her reaction with profound, analytical fascination.

[BIOMETRIC SCAN: HEART RATE 142 BPM. RESPIRATION ERRATIC. CORTISOL SPIKE DETECTED. AROUSAL PROTOCOLS ENGAGED.]

She was so incredibly bashful. The humans he usually bedded were aggressively eager, throwing themselves at him for a taste of Sector 1 luxury. But Mei was genuinely overwhelmed, trembling like a fragile acoustic instrument about to be played by a titanium machine. He was completely captivated by the juxtaposition of her shy, docile nature and the fierce, defiant bravery that had driven her to invite him inside.

He slowly released his grip on her wrist, allowing her the choice to pull her hand away or keep it there. He waited, his internal processor silently calculating the exact probability of her rejection. He wanted to know if this delicate female could truly handle the monster beneath the silver embroidery.

For three agonizing seconds, the only sound in the apartment was the rapid, shallow rhythm of Mei’s breathing.

She didn’t pull her hand away.

Mei Lin pressed her trembling lips tightly together. She swallowed hard, her throat bobbing as she forced herself to open her eyes and look back up into the blazing, predatory green optical sensors of the Class-5 War Unit.

She gripped the fabric of his trousers, her small fingers curling boldly around his scorching synthetic heat.

“I would like to find out too…”

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