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“You’ve always been like this. You lose your mind when something is out of your control. I adore this side of you.”

“I…”

“But this time, I want you to let go. I want you to calm down and go weak in front of me.” His lips traced my ears, and his warm breath left my throat constricted. “Aren’t you tired, Mina? Let me play with you for a little while.”

“Play with me…?”

I wet my parched lips, but he immediately captured my tongue as it slipped out for a moment; I closed my eyes as he devoured it. He pulled back, extending his tongue and slowly gliding it from my navel up to my breasts. I let out a soft moan. Then a peculiar sound rang out.

A metallic sound.

The metallic arm I’d seen countless times before was now twitching erratically, like its circuit had shorted out. As I gazed at the iron-tipped nails and the finger design that resembled a labyrinth of synthetic cables, I tried to come to terms with the fact that this was real. My one and only Remi had been a cyborg all these years. I should have felt alienated or grown cold toward him, but in my eyes, he’d only become all the more captivating. A metallic prince? This is unique! Raymond, however, didn’t seem very pleased; he pulled away from me and was clutching his arm with his other hand.

“What’s wrong?” I mumbled, but he refused to look at me. His expression was conflicted.

“I… I mean, my skin… sometimes peels off on its own. I can’t control it.”

“Like short-circuiting or overheating?” I said, forcing a nervous laugh. But when he didn’t answer and seemed to get even more distressed, I murmured in surprise, “Really?”

I sat up just like him, but he still refused to look at me.

“Why does it peel off without your control? Is it because you’re aroused?”

He looked away, his face turning red. My heart hammered at the sight.

“You’re so cruel, Mina.”

Damn. It should’ve been a crime to look at me like that when he wanted me to calm down. How could I possibly calm down? I wanted to do so many things to him. I wanted him to go crazy with love for me, to reach the point where he couldn’t give up and become consumed with me.

When I sat on his lap, his long metal arm also hovered in the air over the bed. I smirked at his tense face and the arm, and when I slowly threaded my fingers through his hair, his eyes lifted to meet mine. I took his other hand in mine. My movements were languid as I stuck out my tongue and sucked each finger one by one. He was in a state where anything I did would ruin him right then, so I decided to test the waters. And my instinct was spot on; the hardness I was sitting on was swelling.

“What am I making you feel that reduces you to this? You’re so pathetic.”

My whisper anchored his gaze to mine. “You make me want to die.” he said, his eyes narrowing. “I want to die under your touch.”

“Hmm… but I can’t let that happen. You’ll have to serve me for the rest of your life, after all.”

“Really?”

I snickered with pleasure. “Loser.”

After whispering that, I slowly began to kiss him. He matched my pace, but a moment later, our heads were moving faster. When he climbed on top of me and pinned me to the mattress again, he didn’t even give me a moment to resist. As he kissed me nonstop and stroked my skin, I felt trapped.

With no desire to run away.

His elongated metal arm slid further down, and as it brushed against my shorts, we both flinched. For me, it wasn’t out of fear, but feeling that icy chill against my burning skin… felt exquisite. But he seemed oblivious to it, probably mistaking my reaction. He swallowed hard and went back to rubbing his arm.

“Remi…”

“I don’t want to touch you with this damned thing,” he muttered. “I want to feel you. With my own skin.”

You could already feel me with your other hand, I wanted to say. But everything was still so new, and I… didn’t want to lose him. I didn’t want to act on my desires and push him away.

“Hmm…” I murmured. Before long, the metal arm vanished back beneath his skin.

He hurriedly yanked down my shorts, my eyes widened in surprise. Wait, wait. Didn’t you like it when I control you? I raised my hand to stop him, but he intercepted it by licking my fingers intensely. I found myself frozen, unsure of how I became so helpless, but no longer moved to resist.

He pulled down my underwear as well, then stared at my mound for a while. I tried to remain still, but I was in trouble. I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as he put his head between my legs.