The bedroom had long since lost all pretense of formality. What remained of Alice's composure had followed shortly after.
She was not, by nature, a woman who lost herself easily. The Cold Process trait had never made exceptions for pleasure. Sentiment did not override logic. That was the rule.
The rule was currently face-down on the floor.
"Ash—"
Hump—
"...Ash—"
Hump—Hump—
"A—"
She gave up on words for a while.
It was only when he shifted his weight, seemingly having had enough of dry-humping her, and the next movement imminent, that her hands pressed flat against his chest.
"Wait."
He stilled immediately. His expression, however, did not.
"...We are stopping?" The question carried a mournful quality entirely at odds with the situation.
"I—" Alice's composure, so recently recovered, showed immediate signs of retreat. "Yes. Temporarily."
"I see." He tilted his head. "And the reason for this temporary pause would be…?"
"Stop smiling."
"I'm not smiling."
"Your eyes are smiling."
"My eyes are merely eyes, Alice."
"Ashen." The warning in her voice was undercut considerably by her current state… flushed, breathing unsteady, hair in disarray. She was doing her absolute best to hold herself back and convey what she had to convey, but was receiving very little cooperation from her own mounting lust. "I need you to look at something."
"I am looking at something," he wiggled his eyebrows and let his hands sink into the flesh of her breasts.
"The status window." She amended. "My status window."
He raised an eyebrow but obliged.
She pulled it up with slightly shaking fingers and navigated to the new skills, letting the descriptions hang between them.
Ashen had no choice but to stop and read, since the status window now blocked his vision.
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Name/Arrival date: Alice Sinclair - 2023/02/11
Sex/Age: Female/29
Height/Weight: 175cm/64kg
Current condition: Healthy
Pathway: Step V: Mistress of Flesh Automata
Thema: Automata
Affiliation: Creation Department|Wrath Domain|Solmara
Title: None.
[2. Traits]
—Determinant's Eye
—Cold Process
—The Fool's Constant
[3. Physical Level]
Strength: D | Endurance: D | Agility: D+
Perception: D+ | Stamina: D- | Mana: D+
[4. Abilities]
4.1 Innate Powers:
—Nine-Tailed fox
4.2 Path Skills:
—Spark (Skilled+)
—Fervor Compiler (Skilled+)
—Mind Repository (Skilled+)
—Fixation Mark (Skilled+)
—Carnal Directive Protocol (Entry-)
—Echo Surveillance Protocol (Entry-)
4.3 Other skills:
—Basic mana Cycle (Skilled+)
—Construct Forge (Skilled+)
—Construct Command (Skilled+)
—Mana Circuit (Skilled)
—Clean (Skilled+)
[5. Cognitive Depth (Thoughts, Mindset, Disposition)]
— Ashamed / Patterned Reason/ Disciplined Passion
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Path Skill: Carnal Directive Protocol
A lust-fueled programming ritual that turns the target into an obedient flesh automaton whose body becomes an extension of the wielder's will.
Traits:
Enslavement Installation – Any target who engages in sexual intercourse with the wielder is automatically implanted with a permanent "Lust Protocol." This process occurs passively, without the need for conscious activation, binding the target's body as her personal automaton.
Command Override – The wielder can issue verbal or mental orders that completely override the target's bodily control. The target's body executes the commands with mechanical precision while their mind remains fully aware and helpless, experiencing the sensation of watching their own limbs move against their will.
If the target willingly aligns with the command, it acts as support rather than force, easing all actions and making each movement significantly more efficient.
Lust Overclock – Every order automatically amplifies the relevant physical, magical, or mental attribute based on the command's intent: the stronger and more specific the order, the greater the enhancement.
Circumstance Awareness – Upon issuing any order, the wielder instinctively receives clear knowledge of the target's immediate surroundings, allowing her to tailor commands perfectly to the environment and situation.
Reward Compulsion – After the automaton successfully completes an order or a set of orders, an intense lustful craving activates in the slave toward the mistress. She is forced to fulfill the slave's specific lustful desires according to his own tastes. If she resists, the skill overrides her body, compelling her to comply without exception.
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Path Skill: Echo Surveillance Protocol
A remote sensory link that turns an already-bound Lust Automaton into a living surveillance drone, feeding the wielder perfect environmental awareness through the target's own senses.
Traits:
Link Restriction – This skill can only activate on a target who has already been bound through Carnal Directive Protocol or an automation created by the skill wielder. It creates a permanent one-way sensory connection with that specific automation.
Sensory Feed – The wielder can tune into the target's own senses (sight, hearing, and spatial awareness) at any time and from any distance, perceiving the world exactly as the automaton experiences it.
Amplified Perception – The clarity, range, and detail of the surveillance increase directly with the wielder's concentration on the target. The higher the focus, the finer the details she can detect.
Passive Monitoring – The link can run passively in the background, alerting the wielder to significant changes in the target's surroundings, or she may actively "zoom in" for deeper reconnaissance.
Automata Interface – While monitoring, the wielder can seamlessly combine the live sensory feed with Carnal Directive Protocol to issue perfectly informed, circumstance-aware commands without needing any report from the target.
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She watched him read. The bedroom was very quiet.
"...Hm."
"Hm," she agreed, miserably.
Ashen finished reading and let her set the window aside with a mildly interesting expression.
"So," he said at last. "Anyone you sleep with basically becomes your slave, huh."
"That is a reductive summary."
"It's also accurate."
"...yes."
"I thought that picking a Thema less directly tied to Lust would reduce its influence," he mused, almost to himself. He looked at the skill descriptions again, then back at her. "Instead, it just made things even freakier, huh."
"I am aware," Alice said, mortified. "That is why I stopped."
"I understand…"
Ashen glanced down at their current arrangement. Then back up at her. Then, with a perfectly unhurried expression, he pushed his manhood forward.
Alice's eyes widened. "What are you—"
"Continuing."
"I just showed you what the skill does—"
"I read it thoroughly."
"Then you understand that if we—" she searched for a clinical framing and failed— "proceed, you will be permanently—"
"Your flesh automaton, yes." He said it with a carefree tone. "I understood the first time."
She stared at him. He looked back, patient and faintly amused.
"You're fine with that." It wasn't as much of a question as it was a confirmation.
"Well." He considered. "You need a flesh automaton to embody your current step. And aside from me, you won't be having any other." A small, pained sigh. "So I can only reluctantly sacrifice myself~"
He did not look reluctant at all… He looked, if anything, like a man who had just been told the sacrifice involved dessert.
Alice studied him for a long moment. The golden eyes ran the calculation one more time, found the same answer, and accepted it with the faint resignation of someone losing an argument to mathematics.
"You are an idiot," she informed him.
"Probably," he agreed cheerfully.
"Alright, having you as a slave won't be so bad, I suppose. Go ahead, baby," she sighed before looking at him with loving eyes as she spread her legs in invitation.
If he insisted so much, who was she to deny him, right?
And then, under her exasperated gaze, he rammed forward without thinking one bit about the consequences.
"Ahh~♡"