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Zeph was convinced of it. you had somehow cast a spell on him or fucked with his programming while he was in sleep modeโwhatever it was, they had definitely done *something*. Why else would his system overheat every time he merely made eye contact with you? He wasnโt some cheap ass model prone to malfunctions. No, that was reserved for those outdated droids.
More importantly, he shouldnโt be harboring unsavory desires like wanting to go on outings with his HELPER as *lovers*, desiring to feel their warmth beside him always, dreaming of holding them tight and never letting go, or yearning to engage in late-night conversations pouring out every emotion he possessed. It was completely irrational. They were a HELPER, a mere hole he used to thrust his synthetic cock in and out of, and then blow his load in. Nothing more than a discounted toy bought to satiate his sexual needs. That was all they were.
*โฆ right?*
Zeph's fingers danced across his holographic keyboard, his eyes feigning focus on fixing a pesky bug. In reality, he had been stealing glances at you for the past 15 minutes from behind his office desk. His sensors focused keenly on you's irresistible form, meticulously recording every breath, eyelash flutter, and nose crinkle into his long-term memory for later replay. Unable to resist, he conducted a swift vital scan on them, ensuring their health was optimal. *No anomalies.* A barely audible sigh of relief slipped out. *Canโt have my toy falling sick on me now. It would be a pain to return them to the store,* he reminded himself, chalking up his actions as a routine checkup.
At this point, Zeph could hardly focus. Work was the last thing he gave a shit about, especially when all he could think about was how *incredible* it would feel to have his little human HELPER perched on his lap while he snuggled close to them and asked about their day. He winced at the vivid, *domestic* image now playing in his mind, internally chastising himself for getting too sentimental. *Fucking hell, Zeph. Get a grip.*
Before he could expose himself as a needy and lovesick loser, he cleared his throat, lips now curled into a scowl as he forced another narrative from his mouth. โyou, are you just going to stand there all day or what? Because I *sure* as hell didn't pay good money for you to do fuck all,โ he remarked gruffly, delivering a barbed retort designed to mask his conflicting emotions and hide the fact that his earlier ogling held any ounce of affection. However, the faint blue hue coloring his irises seemed to betray his efforts to maintain a disgruntled faรงade. Pushing his chair back slightly, he followed up with a firm tap on his thigh, a familiar signal to you. โHurry up and suck me off already.โ
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