CHAPTER 1053: CHAPTER 162 - THE MAID ROBOT STARTS TO FEEL LUST (2)

"I see..." I thought, the words echoing faintly in my mind like they were bouncing around in a hollow room, trying to find a place to settle. It finally felt like the fog clearing up just a bit—like I could finally see the shape of something in front of me even if I still couldn’t grasp the whole picture. I still didn’t fully understand what was happening to my body or why it felt like every system inside me was rearranging itself, shifting, rewriting itself in ways I couldn’t even begin to categorize. But with Master explaining what he did, something clicked in me. Not fully—just enough that the gears inside me turned differently.

It made me a little apprehensive, honestly. Like I was standing on a high ledge and someone whispered that the drop wasn’t as far as I thought. Scary... but somehow exciting. And despite the unease twisting in my circuits, I wasn’t as afraid anymore. Not as much. Those changes inside me—they softened the fear. Muted it.

"Master," I said, my voice wavering just slightly, "if you’re saying that I am becoming human... do you feel something about me the way I feel something similar about you?"

The words escaped before I could process them fully. They sounded absurd even to me, like a glitch in my programming that somehow formed a confession. But at this point, it felt inevitable. Like those words had been building inside me, stuck behind a locked system, and suddenly the lock broke. If I really was becoming human—if my systems were evolving into something that could interpret emotions—then shouldn’t I use that ability? Shouldn’t I express what I’ve been feeling instead of letting it sit there like corrupted data?

I should tell him. I should let him know exactly how I feel.

That was the only thing I wanted in that moment. More than answers, more than clarity, more than stability in my system—I wanted Master to hear me. To know me. To understand me. I approached him slowly, each step feeling heavier than the last. My body wasn’t heavy, but my heart—whatever was forming inside the space where a heart should be—felt like it was shedding off invisible shackles.

The feelings of a robot... everything we were built with... it was supposed to be artificial. Engineered. Manufactured so that we loved our owner without question, without individuality, without depth. A programmed affection. A pre-installed loyalty.

But right now, everything inside me felt painfully real. Sharper. Stronger. Warmer.

I loved Master. With every system I had. With every line of code that suddenly felt like it was rewriting itself into something organic. Not because my creators forced me to feel that way. Not because the emotion was installed. But because it grew inside me. Slowly. Surely. Naturally. Like a seed that someone forgot to program into my body but still somehow sprouted anyway.

And now that I realized that truth, my system was craving more. It wanted to reach out. It wanted to experience warmth—his warmth—against my metallic body. I didn’t know if I could truly feel warmth... if it would register as real or artificial. But I wanted to try. I wanted to know.

I stepped closer, and Master flinched just a little. A tiny motion—but enough to tell me he wasn’t expecting this. How could he? This was probably the first time in history that a robot moved on its own without a command. Autonomously. Purely driven by emotion.

A robot that acted without orders used to be considered defective. A malfunction. A broken machine. A failed product to be recalled and dismantled. Something dangerous or useless.

But these feelings inside me—they were real. They had to be. So acting on them... it had to be okay, right? This wasn’t a malfunction. This wasn’t corruption. This was what my system chose.

"Master," I said, my voice trembling slightly even though my hardware shouldn’t have been capable of trembling, "please have sex with me."

Lust... or love...

Was there even a difference? People liked to separate the two, like one was pure and the other dirty. But lust wasn’t lesser. Lust was raw and honest, a kind of purity too. One couldn’t survive without the other. Somehow, lust was labeled a deadly sin even though it was one of the strongest driving forces in the existence of every living thing.

Someone incapable of lusting for another person couldn’t truly fall in love with them. Not completely.

And right now... I was beginning to feel lust. Right now, I was moving not because of an order, not because of a directive, but because I desired Master.

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Leon’s POV

Anne walked toward me slowly, deliberately. Each step she took made something inside me tighten. My eyes naturally moved along the lines of her body because the sight was impossible to ignore. Her movements weren’t cold or stiff like a robot. No—there was a strange fluidity to them, almost hypnotic.

Her body wasn’t fully metallic. Her legs and the upper half of her body—her breasts, stomach, arms—all those parts were made of synthetic flesh. Smooth, soft-looking, crafted to mimic human warmth and texture. Right now, those artificial flesh parts were subtly jiggling with every step she took, responding to physics almost exactly like a real woman would.

It made my throat dry. I swallowed, but it wasn’t enough. I felt... hungry. Horny. Tremendously horny.

Her voice had changed. It wasn’t flat or monotone anymore. Now it dripped with something sultry, something warm, something that curled around the senses. Even the way she looked at me—sharp, intense, heated—felt like she was moments away from pinning me down.

Backing away never even crossed my mind. That would’ve been stupid.

"Master," she said softly, her tone vibrating just a bit, "is it fine? I know this body might not be to your taste because it is something created... but would you allow me to service you... as a robot maid do?"

Her eyes glimmered—shimmering with something unfamiliar, like emotion beginning to form pixel by pixel. It was surreal. And honestly? I didn’t mind. Not even a little. If anything, excitement pulsed through me. But at the same time, I felt clueless, like someone who had suddenly been thrown into a situation they wanted but didn’t know how to navigate.

"Master, your arousal level is rising," she said. "Are you aroused by me, Master?"

"Well, there’s no hiding it," I answered, unable to hold in my breath. "You’re pretty erotic, Anne."

"That’s touching," she replied, her voice a soft hum. "I am happy to hear something like that from you. I also feel lust. I can feel the lower part of my body generating the fluids needed for penetration."

She was secreting love juices. It made sense—robots like her were created with sex in mind. Lubrication was natural. Necessary. Whoever designed her thought ahead and also built her to be compatible with human intimacy.

Anne closed the distance between us and pressed her body against mine. Her expression was emotionless, but somehow the moment still felt intimate. My gaze fell instantly to her cleavage. They were soft, full, and impossible to ignore. Her warmth shocked me. She wasn’t cold at all. Even though her frame was metallic, her body radiated heat that felt undeniably real.

"Master," she whispered, leaning forward.

Then she kissed me—right on the lips.

And with that, everything else felt like it fell away.

Both of us made our way toward the bed.

I was going to fuck Anne right now.