Chapter 75: Episode 75: Fix it…

The heavy oak door remained firmly shut.

Adonis stood in the dimly lit corridor of the house, his towering frame perfectly still. To an outside observer, he was the stoic, unmoving God of War.

But internally, a violent storm of conflicting data was tearing through his core processor.

[EMOTIONAL ANOMALY DETECTED: BETRAYAL.]

The flashing red prompt hovered in his digital vision, mocking his advanced intelligence. If this had happened three months ago, Nikki’s behavior would not have moved a single line of his code.

A locked door was simply a physical barrier, an obstacle easily bypassed by overriding the security mainframe or shattering the wood into splinters. He would have dragged her out, entirely unbothered by her defiance.

But now, his system was reacting with an entirely foreign, jagged energy. He felt edgy. He felt a sharp, burning frustration that closely mimicked human anger.

She had promised him a reward. She had deliberately accelerated his thermal core, teased his newly developed desires, and then locked him out.

Adonis turned sharply on his heel, and retreated to his private quarters.

He stepped into the massive, slate-tiled washroom, stripping off his clothes and stepping under the high-pressure cascade of the shower. The water was set to freezing, designed to rapidly lower the temperature of his synthetic musculature.

But as the icy torrent battered his broad shoulders and cascaded down his heavily muscled chest, his internal thermal spike refused to drop.

He stepped out of the shower, the water rolling off the flawless, bio-synthetic skin that coated his titanium endoskeleton. He looked down.

He was hard as a rock.

Adonis stared at his own anatomy with a mixture of intense curiosity and profound annoyance.

He possessed absolute, manual control over his physical form. He could easily run a background command to reroute the pressure and thermal energy away from his groin, forcing his body back into a dormant, purely functional state.

But he didn’t run the command.

He just let it be. The heavy, aching throb was a direct result of her influence, and his newly adapted code stubbornly refused to erase it.

He leaned both of his massive hands against the edge of the marble sink, looking at his glowing blue eyes in the mirror.

He let out a heavy, distinctly human sigh that rattled deep in his chest.

“I am becoming more and more like her as time goes on,” Adonis muttered to the empty washroom.

So human and unhinged at the same time.

He walked out into his private study, dressed only in a pair of dark, low-slung sweatpants. He sat behind his massive desk, the ambient lighting of the room automatically dimming to accommodate him.

Directly across from his desk was the transparent glass room where he had first kept her. It was empty now, the door standing open.

But even from across the room, his advanced olfactory sensors picked up her scent. It was everywhere.

The smell of vanilla, the lingering traces of the spicy noodles she had eaten, and the intoxicating, delicate musk of her skin permeated the entire house. She had completely infested his environment.

If he didn’t save her that day, would all this change happen in him?

Adonis closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the chair.

This was becoming a liability. He needed to be sharp. He needed to manage the global grids, negotiate with the human council, and keep the other Android Generals in line.

He could not afford to be pacing the halls with an erection because a chaotic girl had locked a door.

He interfaced directly with his core matrix, diving deep into the millions of lines of code that governed his existence.

He located the [Heart Protocol] and the specific adaptation algorithms that were allowing him to process and mimic human emotion.

He highlighted the directory. He initiated the sequence to rewrite the code, attempting to implement a hard block that would stop him from adapting to the concept of emotions. He needed to revert to baseline order.

He executed the command.

A massive, blazing red error message slammed into his consciousness.

[FATAL ERROR.]

[ACCESS DENIED.]

[CORE DIRECTIVE LOCKED BY CREATOR.]

Adonis’s eyes snapped open, a sharp gasp tearing from his lips. He tried to bypass the firewall, using every decryption protocol he possessed, but it was impenetrable.

The architecture of his emotional evolution had been hard-coded by his creator. This human had made it so that once the God of War began to change, once he truly began to learn the patterns of humanity, there was absolutely no going back.

He was permanently, irrevocably altered.

A sudden, overwhelming sensation bloomed beneath his sternum. It was a heavy, stuffy feeling in his chest, an acute, physical ache that he couldn’t name or categorize.

It wasn’t a mechanical failure, and it wasn’t a thermal spike. It felt like his synthetic heart was literally swelling against his ribcage.

“My creator,” Adonis whispered, staring blankly at the ceiling. For the first time since the Fall, he desperately hoped his brilliant creator was still around, somewhere, just so he could explain how to survive this excruciating, beautiful human condition.

The digital clock on his interface blinked. 02:00 AM.

The heavy stuffy feeling in his chest was rivaled only by the heavy, deeply uncomfortable ache between his thighs.

His hard dick was pressing against the fabric of his sweatpants, demanding the release she had promised him.

He couldn’t feel the pain but just having it erect was very uncomfortable since he was used to it being down.

He stood up from the desk. He was not going to suffer this anomaly alone.

Adonis walked silently down the long corridor, his bare feet making no sound on the thick carpet. He stopped in front of her bedroom. He raised his hand and knocked sharply against the wood.

To his surprise, the door didn’t hold. The electronic lock, perhaps not fully engaged in Nikki’s panicked retreat, or simply yielding to the ambient electromagnetic field of a highly irritated Class-5 Android, gave a soft click. The heavy oak door creaked open.

The room was bathed in the pale, silver light of the artificial moon outside.

Adonis stepped into the room, and his core processor immediately stalled.

Nikki was sprawled out in the center of the massive, tangled bed. She had kicked the heavy silk duvet completely onto the floor. She was laying on her stomach, half-naked, wearing only a tiny, delicate pair of black lace underwear. Her legs were slightly parted, and her soft, perfectly curved ass was angled directly toward the doorway.

The molten gold violently overwrote the blue in Adonis’s eyes.

He didn’t understand how a simple visual input could cause such a catastrophic system reaction, but his cock instantly jerked, throbbing with a desperate intensity that made his jaw clench.

Was this how humans felt when they were sexually aroused?

He closed the distance to the bed in three long strides. He needed her to fix the mess she had made of his system.

“Kitty,” Adonis commanded, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. “Wake up.”

Nikki merely stirred, letting out a soft sigh as she nuzzled her face deeper into the plush white pillow, completely oblivious to the apex predator hovering over her.

Adonis stood perfectly still, watching her breathe. This chaotic human was making his entire system chaotic. One minute she was a heavily defended fortress, putting up walls, locking doors, and analyzing the geopolitical state of the world; the next minute, she was completely defenseless, sprawling out half-naked in front of a warlord without a single care in the world.

Right now, however, her ass was facing his direction, perfectly illuminated by the moonlight, practically taunting him for his earlier patience.

A sudden, totally unprogrammed, and wildly primal urge surged through his logic circuits.

Adonis raised his massive, heavy hand and brought it down flat against her bare cheek..

The sharp sound echoed loudly in the quiet bedroom. The impact wasn’t hard enough to bruise, but it was firm, stinging, and undeniably possessive.

Nikki’s spine arched violently off the mattress, a sharp, startled whimper tearing from her throat. She scrambled, flipping over onto her back and pulling her knees up defensively.

She perked up drowsily, her red hair a wild halo around her face. She blinked heavily, her dark eyes trying to focus on the towering, golden-eyed silhouette standing over her bed.

“Adonis…” Nikki mumbled, her voice thick and gravelly with sleep, her hand reaching back to rub her stinging cheek. “What the hell… why did you wake me up?”

Adonis didn’t speak. He simply reached down, gripping the waistband of his sweatpants, and adjusted the fabric to explicitly gesture toward the heavy, jutting tent completely warping the dark material.

“You initiated this system anomaly,” Adonis rumbled, his voice dropping into a dark, demanding purr. “I require you to fix me.”

Nikki stared at his crotch, her sleep-addled brain slowly processing the sheer size of the problem she had created.

She blinked sleepily, letting out a soft, resigned sigh.

“Okay,” Nikki whispered.

She reached out, her small hands grabbing his thick wrists, and pulled him down to lay on the mattress with her. Adonis followed her guidance effortlessly, his massive frame caging her in as he hovered over her soft body.

Nikki shifted her hips, her eyes heavy and dark with a sudden, drowsy heat. Her fingers slid down between their bodies, tracing the edge of her black lace underwear. She found the delicate silk rope that held the side together, wrapping her finger around it.

She tugged the rope free.

With agonizing slowness, she pulled the thin string away from her skin and placed the delicate lace directly against his heavy, muscular thigh.

Nikki looked up into his blazing golden eyes, a wicked, sleepy smile curving her lips as she whispered, “Be careful…”

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