Chapter 28
Sera
“I called in about a dozen favors,” the ambassador said, joining us.
She showed Dean her phone. “Send the data you have on Zenkyoza to this address. I have your temporary protection documents. A private jet is waiting at the Haneda Airport. It will take you to Seoul, from where you will be able to travel back home. You are both under my official protection, so be good, or I’ll come back to haunt you. ”
I gave Dean an anxious look. He nodded.
“South Korea has far laxer robot laws. I’ll be fine.”
I sighed with relief and turned to Natasha. “Thank you so much. You’re literally saving our lives.”
“His for sure,” she said, pointing at Dean with her chin. “As for you, Miss Evans, I hope you will use your skills for good. An official embassy car is waiting downstairs. I’ll take you to the airport.”
“Should I tag along?” Asan asked, his eyes gleaming. “In case you need some muscle.”
Natasha shook her head. “Go back to Kim and enjoy your honeymoon. I’ll handle it.”
An hour later, we sat on the private plane, waiting for takeoff.
I still couldn’t believe it was so easy in the end, but Dean did a deep dive using some of the information he got from Zenkyoza to find out more.
The corporation was deemed a problem by prominent members of the government, who jumped on the offer of getting some much needed evidence of wrongdoing.
In the end, my obsession that got us into this mess in the first place also saved our asses.
“I messaged Gokiburi to let them all know we’re all right. She says she wants to fight for equal robot rights in Japan and that you’ll help her since you owe her a favor,” Dean said, petting my hair.
I sat in his lap, and he couldn’t stop touching me, just like I couldn’t stop running my hands up his chest and face. He was alive. He was here. All was well.
“Of course I’ll help.”
The journey was uneventful, and even the awareness of all the hate waiting for me back home failed to stress me out. Asan was right, and I was grateful for his wisdom. The love between me and Dean was what mattered. The rest was just noise.
We reached my apartment early on a Tuesday morning. The air was fresh and the sky gold with a new day, and I swayed on my feet from exhaustion but refused to let Dean carry me. On my door was a pinned note saying “clanker slut”. Dean tore it down with an angry growl, and I shrugged.
“What? It’s the truth,” I said with a huff of amusement. “I’m such a slut for you, my sexy Clanker.”
Dean rumbled, placated, and I opened the door to let us in. My apartment was bright with the sun and all the yellow and green I used to decorate. Dean locked the door behind us, grimacing.
“You need better locks. Like any kind that I can connect to and program.”
I owned no smart devices, and my lock was the analog kind, opened with an old-fashioned key. But this was going to be Dean’s place, too. I had to compromise.
“Mhm. Tomorrow.”
“Because you’ll be busy fucking me today,” he said with a grin.
I nodded through a yawn. “Once I shower and take a nap. God, I’m exhausted.”
He came over, palming the back of my head, and lowered his face to mine. “I was kidding, baby. Should I order you breakfast while you shower?”
“Mhm. Won’t you get bored while I sleep?”
“I have hobbies. Don’t worry about me.”
“Like Bro Signal?”
“I deleted it, only saving your articles. It turns out Bro Signal wasn’t a reliable source after all, though it helped me a lot in my time of need.”
I showered, taking a long time scrubbing my scalp, then ate a burger Dean got me while he dried my hair with my old dryer.
“This thing is loud,” he complained, turning it off. I sighed in bliss, welcoming the silence. “I’ve just ordered a new one that’s quieter.”
“Dean, I don’t have money for new gadgets.”
“Sure you do. You fired me, remember? I took care of your fees, by the way. This adventure officially cost you nothing. Should I brush your teeth? I can download a program for that.”
I snorted, my eyelids weighing heavy. I managed to nap on the flight back home, but barely.
“Do people really get their bots to brush their teeth? No, stupid question, don’t answer.”
When I lay in bed, Dean left me for a moment. I drifted off to the sounds of the shower running.
He woke me up in the evening, offering me a glass of water.
I rubbed my eyes. The room was lit with the golden light of candles that flickered gently in the breeze blowing in through the open window.
I drank, then turned to him. He didn’t speak, and neither did I, but I felt Dean’s urgency, my own buzzing under my skin, too.
He got rid of all our good memories together, and they were precious to him. The only way for me to repay him was to help him make new ones.
I pulled his hand, coaxing him to lie down on his back.
His eyes flared when I straddled him, seeking his lips with mine.
We kissed, and it was long and languid. I breathed deep, playing with his tongue, my body easing into this new reality.
We were safe. We were here. There was nothing left to achieve.
The voices I used to carry in my chest, those that told me to atone and forbade me from having anything I enjoyed, were quiet.
I finally understood that my dead mother couldn’t possibly care to be avenged, and definitely not in a way that stripped me of all joy.
And the world—the world did not need saving. It did just fine without me.
And my sins? Yes, there was a betrayal. I betrayed myself—when I abandoned everything I loved.
I kissed those realizations into Dean’s mouth.
His first memory was of me touching his core, so I stroked his lower ribs where I knew the hidden door was, and it sprung open.
I pulled away, looking at him as I slowly reached inside.
My fingers brushed thrum and energy, and he arched, light filling the room.
I caressed his essence, and soon, he burst with rainbows and prisms, the light so blinding, I had to shield my eyes.
“I love you,” I whispered when the light dimmed. “You are so devastatingly good. So precious.”
He was silent, his hands loose on my waist. It was his second first time, wasn’t it? I smiled and kissed his cheek, his temple, his jaw. Mine, mine, mine.
“My things stayed back in Japan,” Dean said, gripping me tighter when I slid off him. “But I got myself new ones. Like I said—I have hobbies.”
I laughed. I was drunk on joy and him, and still, I wanted more. “Is your favorite hobby turning vibrators into functional cyborg dicks?”
“How well you know me. It could be a business, too. I’m good at it. Should I show you?”
“Oh, don’t turn your hobby into a business.” I got up, pulling off my top. “And of course, you should show me.”
He got up and turned his back to me as something clicked and rustled. I pressed my hand to my lips, because he did it this way the first time, too. I used this moment to get naked.
When Dean turned to face me, he sported an enormous blue dick shaped like a two-pronged tentacle. I stared at it, my mouth going dry. There was a faint squirting sound, and a droplet of liquid fell out of the tip.
The lower prong was shorter and narrower, and I suspected it was supposed to go in my ass. Another faint sound, and it moistened, too. I looked up, kneeling on the bed, and Dean took a jerky step closer.
“Do you like it?”
I licked my lips. It seemed bigger than the red one he used in Japan, and my thoughts kept snagging on its double functionality. It wouldn’t be easy, that was plain. But Dean picked this for himself.
“It’s scary,” I admitted. “And I like it a lot, because it’s yours.”
“I picked it because you love it when I make you take me. My girl likes a challenge,” he said, taking himself in hand with a hiss of pleasure. “That’s what my notes say. Do you confirm?”
I giggled. “I mean, yes. It’s hot.”
“Good.”
He sat on the bed, pulling me into his lap. I faced him, grinning. This was the first position we had penetrative sex in. Was that in his notes, too? I couldn’t ask, because Dean’s lips pressed to mine, the smooth composite of his face warming as he devoured me with deep, sucking kisses.
“Touch me. Spread the lube all over so it’s easier for you, baby.”
I reached between us blindly, finding him warm and gently pulsing. I gathered the wetness sliding profusely from both tips and massaged it into his length. He shivered and cursed, still kissing me, and I realized he must have taken a note on responsiveness, because it was perfect.
“Enough,” he breathed when he was completely slick. “Now take that hand and finger yourself. I’ll be recording.”
His hand pressed firmly to my lower back to secure me. I scooted back in his lap, my ass balancing right on his knees, and tilted my hips up so he could see.
“I can’t believe this pussy is already so wet,” he whispered before I touched myself. “You must really like me, Sera.”
I nodded, dipping a finger inside me. “I love you, and you make me obscenely wet.”
I stroked myself for a moment, but he took my wrist in a gentle grip and placed my wet hand on my breast, then pushed his vibrating finger inside me, instantly finding my G-spot. I threw my head back, working my hips in tiny motions, and he murmured with pleasure.
“So you can take a finger. And two?”
Two slid in before I had time to answer, and I moaned as the vibrations grew stronger. Dean laughed softly, pressing his thumb to my clit and only rubbing for now. “You’re exquisite. My personal porn star. But way too tight.”
I shook my head, unable to speak. I was right on the edge when the vibrations stopped, and he pulled his fingers out. I gasped in outrage.
“Dean! I was right there!”
“I know, sweetheart. But you don’t deserve it yet. You almost got yourself killed for me. That’s a very bad thing you did.”
I slapped his metal chest. “And you almost got yourself deleted for me! You’re just as bad!”
He grinned, pushing a strand of hair off my face with an affectionate gesture. “But you’re worse at holding a grudge than me. Hop on my cock. I’ll let you pay for your crimes once you take me, and then we’ll call it even.”
I wavered, but the absolution he offered sounded enticing. I still carried pockets of guilt in my chest, dark spots that grew tight and shrank away from the light.
“And once we’re done, I’ll be forgiven?” I asked in a whisper.
He nodded, pressing his forehead to mine. “Completely forgiven. Don’t be afraid. I’ll hold you. All you need to do is take the tip, okay?”
I huffed, knowing very well it wouldn’t be just the tip, but I nodded. He lifted me by the buttocks, lowering me carefully until the narrow tip pressed to my opening. The smaller prong only reached halfway up the bigger shaft, so I didn’t have to worry about it for now. I still did.
“Are you really going to put the other one in my ass?” I asked.
Dean’s eyes flared with purple light as he lowered me until the tip was inside. I exhaled. It was the narrowest part, and it wasn’t too bad.
“Don’t you know? I’m going to do anything I want with you. Is that a problem?”
I shook my head, my insides lurching with shaky heat. He blinked, and I blinked back, that small gesture enveloping me in a blanket of safety even as I trembled from anticipation.
Dean let me slide lower, rumbling with pleasure when the tentacle dick vibrated.