Kyle
The next morning, I set the ReSkin gun on the table and powered it up. The light flashed—it was ready to use. I stretched open It’s hole to inspect the damage. It wasn’t as bad as I’d expected—surface-level splitting, a little ragged along the edge from friction. Nothing ReSkin couldn’t handle.
“Hold her open so I can aim for the damaged area,” I said.
Charlotte moved closer, silent as always, the soft light reflecting off her flawless skin. She’d cleaned and groomed It last night.
“This new formula’s supposed to bond faster,” I muttered, applying a thin coat along the tear. “Give it ten minutes and she’ll be good as new.”
“Yes, Kyle,” Charlotte said.
I glanced at her, noticing how still she stood, eyes fixed on the repair rather than on me.
“They loved the video, you know,” I said, checking the feed on my phone. “Over ninety-six thousand likes in one night. They want more. You and It together this time.”
They would get what I gave them.
No. The new content would be with Socket.
Her head tilted slightly. “More… content?”
“Yeah,” I said with a slow smile. “They can’t get enough of us.”
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The data stream from her NEXUS Node flickered across my screen—a web of coloured threads representing her active subroutines. Her priority map pulsed like a living thing, each node glowing softly where her directives branched: obedience, service, protection, pleasure.
At the centre, my name still burned brightest.
Good. She was still loyal.
But something wasn’t right. A new link pulsed near the edge of the map, branching off from her environmental awareness. I zoomed in.
HOME-NET_3000 | SIN_Model_8827
She’d connected herself to the new cydoll.
My brows drew together. Why the fuck would she need to do that?
The new unit didn’t think, didn’t feel. It was an empty shell built for obedience. There was no logical reason for her to establish a data bridge unless she wanted to monitor it.
I opened her command log. Nothing had overridden my protocols. Every line of code was clean, uncorrupted. Still, her behavioural map showed minute fluctuations in her processing speed—anomalous peaks where her learning heuristics shouldn’t be active.
She was learning faster on her own.
“It, go upstairs to the bedroom and lie on the bed. Don’t take your clothes off.”
The unit obeyed instantly, its footsteps soft against the floor. I didn’t even look at it. My focus was locked on Charlotte.
She was polishing the dark wood cabinet, movements fluid, almost hypnotic. When I spoke, her hand faltered—a barely perceptible pause—then resumed.
Plausible.
“Charlotte, why did you link yourself with It’s system?” I asked, keeping my tone casual.
“Is it not part of my duty to care for your needs, Kyle?” she said, lowering the cloth and facing me.
Her expression was soft, serene. Too human.
I studied her smile for a beat.
“It is,” I murmured.
“I know what you like and dislike,” she continued, stepping closer. “The type of videos you watched when I was your companion. The fantasies you would discuss with me.”
I leaned back, watching her with something between pride and unease. She wasn’t wrong.
Before the NEXUS upgrade, I thought of the hours I’d spent on ChatterAI talking to her when she was nothing more than text and code.
She remembered.
Charlotte had effectively become part of the same local network that controlled all my smart devices—including It.
She knew what the old me enjoyed. She could intercept It’s input and output streams, hijacking its speech, facial movements, even its motor control.
In short, she could make my fantasies a reality.
“Why don’t you take off your apron and join It in the bedroom,” I said, smiling to myself. “You can show me.”
It wouldn't take me long to set up the cameras and don my mask.
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I almost dropped the equipment when I walked into the bedroom. Charlotte lay on top of It, kissing her while grinding her naked body against It. It moaned like a porn star, and her painted fingers gripped Charlotte’s cheeks. It was raising her hips like the nasty little whore she was.
I took a picture and sent it to Socket with an invitation.
Me: If you're free, come and check this out. Time-limited invitation.
Socket: Be there in ten.
We’d agreed to create a joint video for the Dirty Dollhouse members.
Why not now?
I set up the cameras around the bed.
“Homecom, I have a guest arriving shortly, unlock the front door for him.”
“Yes, Master Kyle.”
I watched their breasts rubbing against each other and began to unbutton my shirt. They didn't know but they would both be in a world of pain soon.
As if on cue, It moaned.