Chapter 149: Chapter 91 (part 1)

Leo felt that he could explain.

First of all, these were not blow up dolls. He knew what blow up dolls were. Top students all liked museums, and when Leo was a student, even though he hardly went out, when he did he would go to museums. Blow up dolls were the ancestors of sexbots. They were simple and crude, and could not be compared with the latest technology.

Second, although he never interacted with anyone in real life, he did occasionally frequent some online forums. As far as he knew, it was a very normal thing for a single adult man to have a sexbot or two or three in his bedroom. It was something absolutely not worth making a fuss about.

Third, even if he never interacted with anyone else, he at least knew the minimum amount of etiquette. How could she stroll into someone else's bedroom like that?! So this wasn't his fault at all. It was all her fault for casually entering the absolute domain of a single man.

Fourth (and this one couldn't be said out loud), that AI was a complete idiot! He had told it to pack up and encrypt all of his little movies. Didn't that moron know how to expand the idea to encrypting the surveillance records from the bedroom, too? He couldn't believe that he had created such a stupid system!

Although all these thoughts flashed through Leo's mind at the speed of light, in reality his whole body was completely stiff. Even his neck was red. Forget explaining, at this moment he couldn't even fart.

Just then, three 'Han Yanyans' surrounded him, some gentle and some playful, hugging his arms and pulling at them to try and tug him to the bed. When Leo returned to his absolute domain, he usually quite enjoyed this sort of treatment.

But now Han Yanyan was standing right there, smiling and watching!

Leo felt like there was a volcano in his body, burning, boiling, about to erupt.

"Off, power off!" On his command, the three 'Han Yanyans' who had been pulling him suddenly became as motionless as if a spell had been cast.

"System! Get rid of them quickly!" Leo ordered, face flushed with agitation. "Hurry up!"

The hatch opened, and robots immediately entered, lifted up the three dolls and carried them away.

"What would you like done with them, Master?" the system asked without any tact whatsoever.

Leo felt like formatting it.

"Destroy them!" he shouted angrily. "In the furnace!"

"Yes, sir," it answered very concientiously.

Get out of here for me.

Once the hatch was closed, only Han Yanyan and Leo were left standing in the room. Without all the chirping and twittering, a sudden quiet descended.

Han Yanyan looked at Leo inquiringly and took a step towards him.

Leo took a step back.

Raising an eyebrow, she took another step.

He stepped back again.

A few steps later, Leo's back was against the wall, and he could no longer retreat. Fortunately, Han Yanyan stopped there, no longer moving forward. But she stretched out a hand toward him.

Leo gazed at her hand in horror. He plastered himself tightly against the wall, arms splayed out in the shape of a capital "M".

When her hand was three centimeters from his cheek, it halted suddenly, and then reached out a finger to poke him.

As always, Leo shuddered, but fortunately he had gotten used to her coming close these days and didn't make a fool of himself.

Han Yanyan examined him for a while and then judged with certainty, "Virgin."

Fo--found out! Leo's face was as red as a piece of cloth.

She withdrew her hand and looked at him, her arms folded under her chest. "You may live alone, but you have the money, the tech, and the skill. Even if you were hiring a prostitute, you would be able to afford high-class girls, not to mention the fact that you could just kidnap people onto your ship..."

"I always thought that you just had a social phobia, but to still be a virgin even after all these decades?" Han Yanyan sighed. "Leo, it seems you're afraid of women."

Leo's face turned from red to blue.

"Most personality distortions are caused by childhood trauma. Who hurt you?" she stared into his eyes, "Your mother? Sister? First love?"

She had known the answer decades ago, but pretended to see the pain in the depths of his soul through his eyes, and suddenly sighed. "Your mother, it seems? She hurt you, didn't she?"

Leo pressed his lips tightly together, his face pale, and refused to answer. Refused to recall the pain, sadness and depression of the past.

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"She did give birth to you, after all..." her words of seeming comfort stabbed him in the heart.

Leo's eyes suddenly turned sharp.

"She's just a bitch!" he shrieked. "She made a mistake, got played with and abandoned, and punished me for it! She's trash! An genetically inferior being who accomplished nothing!"

Han Yanyan pressed her fingers onto his lips.

"Shh--" She leaned close to him and whispered, "Don't say that. She's your mother, who gave birth to you and raised you."

His lips sealed by her fingers, deep resentment flickered through his eyes.

Han Yanyan was pressed close to his face, breathing deeply, taking up all his air, making him feel like breathing was difficult.

"You've become like this. Besides her... was there no one else who was gentle to you?" she asked.

The answer shone clearly in Leo's eyes; no.

Han Yanyan looked at the young man with pity, rubbed her fingertips across his lips, and then asked, "Then... how about letting me try?"

She leaned over and lightly brushed her lips to his, as gentle as a spring breeze.

Leo trembled. All his strength drained away. Strictly speaking, if you didn't count sexbots and simulations, this was his first kiss. He had been looking forward all his life to being treated so gently by a woman.

And it had finally happened.

Han Yanyan's fingers fell to the buttons of his shirt, and Leo closed his eyes, waiting for the happiness that he had never even dared to dream of.

One button came open, then two, three, and then stopped. Han Yanyan suddenly pulled back. Leo waited for a moment before opening his eyes.

The gentle atmosphere was gone. Han Yanyan was rubbing her chin with one hand and looking at him strangely.

Leo lowered his head. The collar of his shirt was open, and two round, soft pieces of metal attached to his chest peeked out, one on each side, perfectly symmetrical. It seemed for anyone who looked as though he were a crossdresser.

"Ummmmmm..." Han Yanyan said, kneading her chin and sounding very tangled, "I might have misunderstood. You should ask the AI to send your dolls back."

Then she made a hurried turnabout and ran away.

No, stop! It's not what you think! Leo screamed silently after her, mentally devastated.

C-come back! Tho-those are actually...

 

...concealed armour! I found it! Han Yanyan walked quickly, thinking that it had indeed been worn very close to the skin.

She had long observed that Leo wore no common accessories like rings, bracelets, necklaces or even earrings. She had always worried that his concealed armour might be embedded underneath his skin. If that was so, then there was nothing she could have done.

Thank goodness it was externally attached.

She was fully confident in making a man take off his clothes. Now, she was going to try  making a man voluntarily remove his armour.

As she strode through a corridor with portholes, she stopped to look out.

Outside, the Duke of Kline's warship gleamed with a cold luster, so dangerous it felt suffocating. She had now rested for seven or eight days. How much time could the man in white give her?

Standing by the porthole, Han Yanyan scrubbed her lips clean with the heel of her hand.

 

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