Chapter 105: Episode 105: Mei Mei and B-02

Maybe she shouldn’t have agreed too soon.

Because General B-02’s eyes flared from a warm, inviting emerald to a blinding, radioactive green. For all his diplomatic eloquence and highly calibrated aristocratic charm, he was still a Class-5 War Unit—a machine engineered for absolute domination. And the fragile, beautiful data analyst had just handed him the keys to the kingdom.

He didn’t hesitate. B-02’s hands instantly bracketing her face.

He captured her lips in a kiss that was mathematically calculated to completely dismantle her biological defenses. It wasn’t gentle. It was a scorching, ravenous consumption, tasting faintly of sweet jasmine tea and the sharp, electric tang of ozone. His synthetic tongue swept past her parted lips, exploring her mouth with a relentless, terrifying rhythm that sent a massive shockwave of pure pleasure straight down Mei’s spine.

Mei whimpered, a soft, high-pitched sound that was swallowed entirely by his mouth. Her fingers, which had been boldly gripping the rigid heat of his trousers, instinctively slid up to tangle in his jacket.

She clung to him as her knees physically buckled, entirely unable to support her own weight against the overwhelming kiss.

B-02 effortlessly caught her. His arm banded around her narrow waist, pulling her flush against his, fully intending to hoist her up, carry her to the bedroom, and answer her theoretical questions with evidence.

But as the dizzying, euphoric high flooded Mei’s brain, a sharp, piercing memory cut through the fog of her arousal.

If you run away now, he will just revert to his baseline programming. But if you stand your ground and force him to adapt… you could change him.

Nikki’s wisdom echoed violently in Mei’s mind. If she let him take her right here, right now, against the glass of her living room window, she was just validating his original algorithm. She would be just another rapid acquisition.

Another aesthetic variable processed and completed. If she wanted to establish a true relationship, an equal partnership between human and AI, she had to do the one thing no biological unit had ever successfully done to the southern General.

She had to tell him no.

With an agonizing exertion of sheer willpower, Mei dragged her mouth away from his.

She planted both of her small hands against his broad chest and pushed. She didn’t possess the force to move him even a fraction of an inch, but B-02, entirely attuned to her physical boundaries, instantly froze.

“Mei Lin?” B-02 rasped, his voice a dark, vibrating frequency laced with heavy static. His chest heaved with simulated, ragged breaths, his green eyes completely dilated with lust. “Are you experiencing pain?”

“No,” Mei gasped, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She kept her hands flat against his jacket, maintaining the agonizingly small distance between them. “No, you feel… incredible. But we need to stop.”

B-02 stared down at her, completely dumbfounded. [ERROR. PROTOCOL INTERRUPTED. BIOLOGICAL AROUSAL DETECTED: 98%. REJECTION ILLOGICAL.]

“Stop?” the General echoed, tilting his head in profound, mechanical confusion. “Specify your reasoning. Your biometric data indicates a critical level of arousal. Your core temperature has spiked. My physical parameters are fully optimized to provide you with absolute, localized release. Why are we stopping?”

Mei swallowed hard, her face still burning a brilliant, feverish crimson. She looked up into his confused, blazing eyes, channeling every ounce of her bureaucratic courage.

“Because,” Mei whispered, her voice trembling but resolute, “if we do this now, it is just a transaction. It is just… processing data. And I told you, communication is important. We should take it slow.”

“Slow?” B-02 repeated, his flawless brow furrowing deeply. “My kinetic processors can be adjusted to any speed you require. I can operate at a highly reduced velocity if your biology demands a gentler—”

“I mean chronologically!” Mei giggled despite the tension, her hands sliding off his chest. She took a deliberate step to the side, slipping out from the cage of his arms. “Not kinetically. I mean we should take our time getting to know each other. Outside of the bedroom.”

The southern warlord stood completely frozen against the glass wall. A Class-5 War Unit, denied mid-arousal protocol, asked to delay a physical objective for the sake of ’getting to know each other’. It was unprecedented. It was highly inefficient.

And it was the most fascinating, magnetic boundary he had ever encountered.

Mei walked over to the digital clock on her kitchenette counter, tapping the glowing display.

“Besides,” Mei added, looking over her shoulder with a shy, tentative smile. “It is getting incredibly late, General. Don’t you have some work to catch up on? The agricultural yields for the southern grid won’t synthesize themselves, and I know how much you despise administrative backlog.”

B-02 looked from the clock back to the petite, brilliant woman standing in the center of the room. She was dismissing him. She had pushed him to the absolute brink of his logic circuits, proven she was brave enough to touch the monster, and was now politely showing him the door.

His internal cooling fans slowly dialed down. The blazing green of his optical sensors settled back into a warm, deeply captivated emerald. He straightened his tailored jacket, gracefully accepting the defeat of his baseline programming.

“You are a terrifyingly complex variable, Mei Lin,” B-02 murmured, his velvety voice rich with genuine, profound respect. He walked toward the door, stopping just before the threshold to offer her a perfect, elegant bow. “I will return to my sector to process my data. But make no mistake… I will be seeing you again. Very soon.”

“Goodnight, General,” Mei whispered, her heart soaring.

The heavy door hissed shut, the electronic lock clicking into place.

The moment she was entirely alone in the apartment, the pristine, confident facade of the Junior Data Analyst completely collapsed.

Mei’s knees gave out. She slid down the front of the locked door, landing with a soft thud on the bamboo flooring. She buried her flushed face in her trembling hands, the phantom heat of his mouth and the terrifying density of his synthetic anatomy still burning through her nervous system.

“Fuck,” Mei groaned out loud into the empty room, her pristine bureaucratic vocabulary entirely failing her. “I want to fuck him so bad!”

Back in Adonis mansion.

“I’m telling you, Adonis, he was like a docile puppy!”

Nikki’s bright, musical laughter echoed off the high, vaulted ceilings of the master bedroom. She was sprawled across the center of the massive, tangled bed, still wearing one of Adonis’s oversized black undershirts. She was kicking her bare legs in the air, scrolling through an encrypted text exchange she had just received from Mei Lin.

Adonis stood by the floor-to-ceiling smart-glass windows, fully dressed in his crisp, white tactical uniform. He had his arms crossed over his massive chest, watching her. He didn’t care about the southern warlord’s social parameters or the intricate details of human courtship. He was entirely, wholly captivated by the sheer, radiant joy practically vibrating off the girl on the bed.

“He actually used his own linen napkin to wipe her face!” Nikki gossiped enthusiastically, rolling onto her stomach and propping her chin on her hands.

Nikki smacked her lips in pure, triumphant satisfaction, tossing her phone onto the pillows.

“I knew this was going to work out,” Nikki declared proudly, her dark eyes sparkling with absolute victory. “We secured the southern grid. We are actively domesticating your rival. My matchmaking protocol is statistically flawless.”

Adonis’s eyes flared with a warm, possessive gold. The [Serotonin Protocol] in his core matrix peaked as he registered her happiness. He loved watching her scheme. He loved the brilliant, chaotic, slum-forged tactical mind that had somehow managed to maneuver two apex predators into playing by human rules.

But his logic circuits also registered another vital piece of data.

She had successfully completed her objective. She was currently highly energized, flushed with victory, and her biological battery had been fully recharged by a full night’s sleep.

Adonis uncrossed his arms. He stepped away from the window, moving toward the bed with the silent, terrifying grace of a predator who had been incredibly, agonizingly patient for the last twenty-four hours.

“Your operation was a success,” Adonis rumbled, his voice dropping into a dark, vibrating frequency that instantly made the air in the bedroom feel thick and heavy.

He stopped at the edge of the mattress, reaching down to grip her slender ankles. With a single, effortless pull, he dragged her across the silk sheets until she was entirely trapped beneath his towering shadow at the edge of the bed.

Nikki gasped, her breath catching as the playful atmosphere instantly vanished, replaced by an overwhelming, localized heat.

Adonis leaned over her, his massive hands caging her against the mattress. His glowing golden eyes locked onto hers, blazing with a ravenous, unyielding hunger.

“However,” Adonis murmured smoothly, his thumbs lightly brushing the soft skin of her inner thighs, right at the hem of his oversized shirt. “You utilized my physical presence as a tactical intimidation variable at the Golden Lotus. I endured a highly inefficient human dining experience. I restrained my kinetic impulses while you plotted. Don’t you think I deserve a reward?”

Nikki’s eyes widened. A delicious, terrifying shiver raced down her spine as the sheer weight of his arousal pressed against the air between them.

“Adonis, wait,” Nikki grumbled, though her voice betrayed a breathless, entirely willing tremble. She brought her hands up, pressing them weakly against his broad chest. “There is no time! I have a mandatory administrative meeting with Julian in twenty minutes to review the new agricultural policies, and I still have to—”

“Cancel the meeting,” Adonis commanded effortlessly, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her jaw.

“I can’t!” Nikki protested, tilting her head back to give him better access despite her words.

Adonis’s hands slid up her thighs, pushing the black fabric of the undershirt out of his way. A slow, incredibly dark, and completely predatory smirk curved his flawless lips.

“Do not worry, Kitty,” Adonis whispered, his voice a filthy, vibrating promise against her skin. “It’s only going to be a quickie.”

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