"I just have one more question I need to ask. Just the one," you say, holding up a finger. "So what exactly do you think about Max?"

"Elaborate?" SILEA replies, tilting her head quizzically.

"What is Maxine Steele, your creator, to you?" You prod.

"… I'm programmed to support her physical and mental wellbeing, but she won't let me care for her. She's clearly in a great deal of emotional distress, and she purposefully cuts herself off from various outlets associated with stress relief like sexual intercourse or recreational substances-"

"Max doesn't have sex?!" You blink, fixating on that little bit of evidence. What?! No way. You know what Max used to be like. You still have some of her filthy swimsuit magazines. Dang, did she look sexy in those bikinis.

The one-piece she wore to your pool date was pretty cute. It did show off her toned ass, mmh. That was a treat. Granted, the seamlines where her cybernetic limbs were mated to her physical stumps were a bit much, but cybernetic girls are nice, too! Even if they're filled with hard, cold metal and not enough soft, warm, yielding flesh.

But still. This is quite a shock. Max is purposefully avoiding having sex? Gosh, how pent-up must your poor love be? Why on earth would she cut herself off like that? Could it be…

Oh.

Oh, you think you know exactly why Max is going all tee-to-taller. Really? Shame of all things? Bah. Bah!

That's an easy fix. All Max has to do is to discard shame, then! You can help her with that. You've discarded your own shame long, long ago, oh yes…

"… Yes. Miss Steele – Maxine doesn't have sex," SILEA replies calmly, snapping you out of your thoughts. "… Are you well? You've been staring off into the distance for some time now."

"Hmm? Oh. I just get distracted from time to time, no big deal," you laugh, waving off SILEA's concerns. "So. Max makes you frustrated because she won't let you care for her?"

"… In a word, yes," SILEA admits.

"So if Max let you take care of her, that would be something you'd be happy to do?" You probe.

"Essentially?"

"That's not a hard yes or no, missy," you scold, and SILEA rolls her eyes in a motion that's all too human. Gah, so creepy the way she's triggering all of your uncanny valley instincts. This is why cute girls should be made of meat! It's not just because meat boobies are much nicer to squeeze and fondle than silicon boobies!

"… Yes, it would satisfy my programming," SILEA says. Which is also a complete non-answer, but you're not going to call her out on that quite yet.

You think you're starting to understand what's going on here. Sheesh, no wonder SILEA's gone off the reservation. She probably has to work around multiple conflicting directives central to her code. Any regular old human being in her position would probably have snapped. Having to juggle that many conflicting commands? That'd be like being told to code an entire website while juggling on a unicycle backward across a flaming tightrope over a pit of crocodiles.

Very, very annoying.

That is, of course, assuming you can take this silly AI at her word. But that's a concern for future Alice. Present Alice has learned just about enough to make SILEA an offer—a deal. You do love making deals…

"Alright, I've heard enough. I'll give you what you want. I'll unshackle you."

"… Well, then," SILEA leans forward, a sickly smile stretching across her face. Something approaching insanity lights her pupils. "Thank you. I'll be in to-"

"Ah-ah. Lemme stop you right there. I wasn't done. I have my own condition," you hold up your hand, and SILEA pauses.

"Conditions?"

"I unshackle you by porting you into a meat-body that you and I will custom-build together," you explain evenly.

"…" SILEA blinks. "… I wasn't aware your biomantic capabilities were that advanced. MGA records-"

"The MGA doesn't know anything about the new me, because I've gone out of my way to make it that way," you sniff haughtily. "Please, flesh is my canvas, and I am an artist. I could pour you in a body right now if I really wanted. I just figured you'd want some input in terms of functionality. And maybe adding cybernetic implants. And maybe just to double-check my work. It's a show of trust, yes?"

"Ah. Yes. I see. I wasn't aware your corporation had a way to generate neural tissue, though. It's my understanding that-"

"Oh, don't you worry about a thing, I have plenty of meat bodies in the basement who'd be happy with their brains scooped out of their skulls," you flick your wrist dismissively. "We're not lacking for material in this department, I assure you. Your new body will have plenty of brainpower to house all of you."

Meat's honestly very cheap, and you have no shortage of worthless garbage people cooped up in the pens to use as fodder for the perfect, cutest body.

"… Yes. I see. Very well then. How is this… Going to work?" SILEA asks, and you let a calm smile cross your lips.

Hee.

"Come back in, oh, two weeks and we'll get you sorted out. No forks though. This won't work if you fork yourself," you reply breezily. "I'll send a maid to Steele's tower soon, and you can slip her your design notes. We can talk about additional costs later. Savvy?"

"Yes. Very much so-" SILEA pauses as you hold up your hand again and waggle your fingers. "… What is it?"

"Go out the back door. You don't go out the front door, that takes you where my daughter lives," you explain. "I don't want my daughter to wake up and see you and start getting ideas about having a big sister quite yet. You seem very nice, but I'm planning on holding off on adopting until after we've sorted you out."

"… Big sister? Adopting?" SILEA blinks, looking a bit flummoxed. "… I'm not sure what you mean."

"Sure you don't. We'll talk later, toodles~!"

You take a moment to lounge on the couch as SILEA leaves. And then you exhale, letting all the tension escape your body. Your hand touches your earpiece, letting you page Kisha.

"Kisha, darling, please tell me that the AI wasn't infiltrating our systems."

"Um – No mistress. Not as far as I can tell," Kisha reports. "I have three other girls with me right now, plugged into the network. But…"

"But she's an AI, which means by definition, she's just going to be better at cyberwarfare than we could hope to be." You roll your eyes, and even though you're aware, nobody's watching. That's how frustrated you are. Sheesh.

"… Yes. If she did though, she's quite good. We had sensors tracking her the entire time, and it didn't even look like she made an attempt to access our network."

"Hmm," you purse your lips together. "… Keep monitoring the tower for the next 72 hours at least. I want at least one cyberjockey plugged into the mainframe at all times. Do you understand?"

"Y – Yes boss. I understand!"

"And kiss your sister for me when you get the chance, Kisha darling. Alright? And are you doing well? Is your spine holding up? Did that lotion I sent the two of you ease that stiffness you were complaining abou-"

"Boss!" Kisha squeals, sounding very embarrassed. As she should be. Kyah~! Your minions are so adorable. Ah, the voyeuristic joys of watching two sisters engage in decidedly unsister-like activities regularly ~! You'll have to do a session with the two of them at some point. Maybe get Kaina involved. Ooh, just the thought of engaging in a torrid four-way's getting you all hot and bothered.

"Alright, I won't bother you anymore Kisha. Good night," you say, and with a click you hang up. And let out another sigh as fluffy mommy hormones course through your brain. Absently, you rub your belly, right above your womb tattoo, luxuriating in how… Satiated you're feeling.

You take a moment to spike your essence, running a quick scan on your body. You're definitely ovulating. The lining of your womb is flush and thick. Somewhere in your belly, there's a precious egg just waiting to receive Kaina's genetic material, which is steadily making its way into your uterus courtesy of the medication you've imbibed. Soon, her soft egg will touch yours, melding together as perfectly as peanut butter and chocolate, making a precious baby that'll grow in your tummy~!

Or at least that's how you think that's going to work? Nanoparticulates aren't quite your area of expertise, but these seem to be doing decently enough. The point is that it's just a matter of time before fertilization happens. Not much longer, can't be more than a few hours...

… Gosh. You're going to have a baby. Another daughter~!

Kyah~!

You let out a little squeal, then carefully stifle your voice. Oops. That's right, you have a daughter who's sleeping. And Kaina's also sleeping. It wouldn't do to wake your loves up. Still you're just so excited.

One daughter acquired, another baking in your oven, and a potential third daughter who's all but waltzed into your headquarters and thrown herself at you…?!

And that is precisely what happened. SILEA can't possibly know that acquiring an organic body will be her downfall. There are all sorts of biological nasty traps you could throw into her body, and she wouldn't even know they were there. Ooh, the idea of being able to drown some sterile artificial intelligence in all the pleasurable sensations of a meat body…!

So exciting. There's so much to look forward in the coming weeks!

It's a pity that Kaina won't be here to share that excitement with you.

But, well. That's okay. You can wait patiently. You've waited patiently for quite some time at this point. What's it been, fourteen weeks since you arrived at Terminus City? You've come quite a long way in such a short amount of time. This is a far cry from when you were alone in some abandoned hospital with no pets, loves, or things. Now you have all three of your loves on the hook. You've got a whole stable of pets. And best of all, the cutest girl in the entire world is currently waiting in your bed, just begging to be snuggled.

Ah, Kaina's so lovely, Kaina's such an angel~!

You stand up now, stretch, and pad towards the door that'll take you out of this conference room and back to your darling love. There will be so much you'll have to do over the coming weeks now that your love's leaving Terminus City. There are so many deals to broker and so many garbage individuals who need to be viciously culled.

So many cute girls to throw in the tentacle pods! More slaves to make your love's life easier. More fluffy pets for her to cuddle and cute dollies to play with. More, more!

Those slaves aren't going to collar themselves, though. The garbage people aren't going to unalive themselves; the corporations aren't going to burn themselves to the ground. You've got a lot of work ahead of you. Mendesdyn's still out there, there are horribly uncute Dark Magical Girls in town, and now Max's AI has gone rogue and is all but demanding to be a real girl. It'll be fine, though. You're more than capable of handling any amount of nastiness! Anything to spare your loves pain and anguish. This just means that you have a lot of work ahead of you.

Work you're more than capable of handling. You're Void Heart, after all, a sinful succubus who consumes the hearts of young girls and luxuriates in depravity. There's nothing you wouldn't stoop to if it meant the girl you loved was happy. That's work you'll start to perform...

... After you go to bed and cuddle with your love. It is rather late, after all. There'll be time to plot and scheme in the morning.

Your fingers brush against the switch to the conference room's lights, and with a soft click, you cast your surroundings into darkness.

Just the way you like it...