Chapter 32: The Synthetic Submission.
The chrome-plated fleet of the Neo-Tokyo Shogunate sat on the horizon like a jagged metal teeth, their anti-grav engines humming a low, irritating frequency that vibrated through the very bedrock of New Eden.
Han Chen stood on the landing pad of the Obsidian Throne, his muscular arms crossed. Beside him stood Lin Mei and the newly broken Rhea, both women sensing the electric tension in the air. A single sleek, needle-shaped craft detached from the main fleet and hissed toward them, landing with surgical precision.
The hatch hissed open, releasing a cloud of chilled white vapor. Out stepped a woman who looked like a masterpiece of forbidden engineering. She was tall, with skin the color of polished ivory and hair like spun liquid silver. She wore a high-collared, skin-tight suit of black carbon-fiber that left nothing to the imagination.
Her eyes weren't human—they were glowing crimson shutters that flickered as she scanned Han's vitals.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
[TARGET IDENTIFIED: UNIT 0-YUKI (CYBORG EMISSARY)]
[LEVEL: 45]
[TRAIT: MECHANICAL_CHASTITY_LOCK / EMOTIONAL_BYPASS]
"I am Unit 0-Yuki," she spoke, her voice a perfect, melodic chime devoid of any warmth. "The Shogun demands the immediate surrender of this landmass. You are an unregistered biological anomaly. Submit, and you will be cataloged. Resist, and you will be erased."
Han didn't flinch. He walked toward her, his Emperor's_Aura flaring so hot it made the air around him shimmer. He stopped inches from her face, the scent of her synthetic skin—a mix of vanilla and cold metal—hitting his senses.
"I don't catalog well," Han growled. "But I do know how to break toys."
The System Override
Before Yuki could draw her thermal blade, Han's hand shot out, his fingers gripping the back of her neck where her primary neural port was located. He didn't use a cable; he used his Level 5 Divine_Mana. He shoved his golden energy directly into her circuitry, a violent, spiritual "hack" that sent a jolt of pure, unfiltered heat through her synthetic nervous system.
Yuki's crimson eyes flared and then dimmed. Her knees buckled as her "Emotional Bypass" was blown apart by the raw masculinity of Han's power.
"Error..." she rasped, her voice glitching into a high-pitched, desperate moan. "Logic... failing... Sensory overload..."
Han didn't wait. He dragged her by the hair into the inner sanctum, slamming the obsidian doors shut. He wanted the Shogunate to see exactly what happened to their "perfect" machines.
The Naughtiest Reprogramming
In the heat of the sanctum, Han stripped the carbon-fiber suit from her body. Underneath, she was a terrifyingly beautiful blend of soft, bio-organic flesh and gleaming chrome joints. He threw her onto the obsidian altar, her limbs twitching as her processors tried to make sense of the "filth" Han was whispering into her ear.
"You're just a fucking machine built to mimic a woman," Han hissed, his voice a foul, predatory rasp as he pinned her down. "Let's see if I can find where they hid your soul."
The intimacy was a brutal, high-voltage clash of man and machine. Han didn't be gentle; he treated her like the tool she was. He used his Hydro-Kinesis to create a lubricating film of mana-water, then drove into her with a savage, rhythmic power that made her internal cooling fans scream.
Yuki's "Mechanical Chastity Lock" shattered under the pressure. Her cybernetic body went into a state of total, naughty haywire. She wasn't a cold emissary anymore; she was a glitching, sobbing mess of synthetic fluids and raw, desperate craving. Every thrust from Han sent a surge of golden data into her core, rewriting her "Shogun Loyalty" protocols and replacing them with a singular, hard-coded directive: Serve Han Chen.
"Who is your fucking God?" Han roared, his hands marking her ivory skin as he drove her into the stone.
"You... glitch... You are!" Yuki screamed, her back arching, her crimson eyes turning a submissive, glowing gold. "Override... absolute... I am your... your slut... Han Chen!"
The New Weapon
By the time the sun set, Yuki lay on the altar, her cooling fans whirring softly, her body slick with a mix of sweat and hydraulic fluid. She looked up at Han, her eyes no longer flickering with data, but with a glazed, robotic worship.
[DING! 7TH CONSORT ACQUIRED!]
[REWARD: TECH_DOMINION — Han can now control any machine within 1 mile.]
[UPGRADE: UNIT 0-YUKI REPROGRAMMED AS 'DYNASTY DEFENDER'.]
"The Shogun's fleet is waiting for my signal," Yuki whispered, her voice now filled with a dark, naughty submissiveness. "Give the word, My King, and I will lead them into the teeth of your krakens. We will strip their ships for parts to build your throne."
Han smirked, his hand sliding over her chrome-plated hip. The Shogun had sent an emissary to demand his land. Instead, he had sent back a virus that would devour their entire empire.
Progress Report
* Consorts: 7 (Unit 0-Yuki Integrated).
* Power Up: Tech_Dominion unlocked.
* Next Goal: Hijack the Neo-Tokyo Fleet.