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Master, are you satisfied?

Don't get cocky. You're still on trial.

I

ordered

a companion android.

Model Pro 18.

She had the face of the woman I hate most.

Her duties are simple. Day and night shifts.

Day shift, pour tea, get water, order her around like a maid.

Night shift.

I activate night mode.

And she kisses me senseless.

Then my phone lit up.

The light was blinding, like a spare lamp during a live broadcast mishap.

Not shipped yet?

Then who's the one kissing my neck right now?

Master, is there anything you need?

Nothing. Probably a glitch in their system. It says you haven't even

shipped.

Typical tech glitch.

You know how it is. Loads of false emails get sent out all the time.

Master?

Shall we continue?

No.

Go clean yourself up first.

Master,

you're still damp.

Let me dry you off.

I'll do it myself.

On those nights, you can't tell who's really with you.

Twenty minutes later, Nova Support sent another message.

We're terribly sorry.

That was an order system glitch.

Your Android was delivered and signed for a month ago.

The product is still under warranty. Please feel free to contact me for any

after-sales issues.

Perfect.

I do have a support question to ask.

If a robot consistently refuses to obey one specific command, does that count as

a product effect?

Please state the specific command.

Clarify details so I can help.

The night model.

When we're intimate, she gets a little out of control.

To be precise, completely out of control.

Should I send her in to be checked?

Missed Frequency's star host Astrid Woz's late-night show hits a new ratings

high, but her new superior seems to have other plans.

The Pro 18 is a companion android made by Nova Corporation.

Ads say it can mimic human behavior perfectly.

Obedient.

Capable.

It gives you whatever you want.

The day Nova opened VEDA applications, I burst into my boss's office.

My boss, Maya.

My lifelong rival.

The woman who wrote Meets Expectations on my performance review.

Let me get this straight.

You, the one who once called me a walking labor law violation, are now

asking me to pull strings for you?

Her show intro played over the studio speakers.

I've heard it for ten years, and every word gets under my skin.

She looked at me like I was a discarded cut of footage.

So I did what any self-respecting adult would do.

I called her boss.

Ella owes me a favor.

She just confirmed that Maya previously shot promotions for Nova and signed an

appearance license.

I used the model she already authorized.

I added a few extra custom requirements.

Use this face, and set every parameter to outperform the original.

Maya's furious face at that moment was so satisfying to see.

Maya sat on the couch, seething.

Ella kept working like nothing was wrong.

You signed off on this?

A robot wearing my face?

This isn't some companion gadget.

It's a lawsuit waiting to be served.

She's your friend, my friend, and also our subordinate.

She's trying to humiliate me. This is workplace harassment.

Are you sure it's harassment?

Maybe she's into you.

That's not funny.

We grew up side by side.

Even so.

Who in their right mind would drop a ton of cash just to look at someone they

hate every single day?

Maya tangled with her thoughts for a long while, then finally settled on a

plan.

I'm going to pretend to be that robot and mess with her myself.

Childish. You two are so immature it's painful.

Ella rolled her eyes at her.

On Pro-18's first day at my place, she couldn't even follow basic commands.

I followed the manual and ordered her to sit down in my harshest tone.

Pro-18 stood rigid as a flagpole, arms glued to her sides, not moving an inch.

I wouldn't give up and shouted the command three more times.

She just stood there, not budging at all.

I slapped her on the butt.

And she finally reacted.

She spun around, looking like she'd seen a ghost.

I

was

searching for the power switch.

The texture shocked me badly.

Genuine skin.

It rose and fell with breathing just like a human, and her body temperature

was perfectly normal.

The longer I touched her, the hotter her body got.

Her nipples heartened into two little speaks.

Don't tell me her power switch is on her nipples?

That's when Pro-18 finally spoke.

System activated.

Neil.

That scowl on her face was identical to the real Maya's.

The more I looked, the angrier I got.

What should you call me?

Master. Those three words were practically forced out through gritted

teeth. I guess the programmers had coded Maya's infuriating attitude right into

her system. I didn't think much of it back then.

I pulled out my phone, took a photo of Pro-18 on her knees, and sent it to

Maya.

Maya was live on the station that night.

I waited till midnight to get her reply.

Some people are just stubborn to the bone. I could practically feel her

exploding through the screen.

What should you call me?

Master.

You have no idea how she's been ordering me around. She makes me do all the

housework, and she told me to kneel. She's treating me like a slave.

And you did all of it?

Yeah.

It's not time to reveal the truth yet.

I'll endure this humiliation just to get back at her.

So you're enduring hardship, waiting to unleash your big move?

Ella, you get me.

But you need to be careful.

Androids don't have the same physiology as humans.

Astrid will spot the flaws if she pays close attention.

That night, I was writing my script out on the terrace.

Maya and I were assigned to the same late-night show, but she's the director

now. She approves all my scripts.

I typed out a long message questioning her revamp plan and hit send right away.

She always shot me down before.

But why hasn't she said anything for so long this time?

Cat got your tongue?

It's about time you learned to behave.

I was feeling triumphant when it came over and rested her hands on my knees,

looking up at me.

Master, I've finished all my work for today.

Is there anything else you need me to do?

Pro-18 had Maya's exact face, yet her attitude towards me was worlds apart.

If that jerk were half as thoughtful as you. Master, who are you comparing me

to? Someone I hate more than anyone in this world.

May I ask why you hate her so much?

Maya and I grew up together.

She's always been full of mischief.

Pro-18 suddenly went completely still.

On the day of the elementary school broadcasting contest, she mocked my

announcer voice, saying it sounded like a robot's.

That middle school sleepover night, she turned off all the lights and said we'd

watch a horror movie.

But she never intended to watch the movie at all.

She dressed up as a ghost and snuck in through the back door.

Maya, are you crazy?

Ella screamed loud enough for the whole building to hear.

I almost threw my game controller across the room.

Look at your faces!

At our high school prom, she announced in front of everyone that I would be her

co-host.

I couldn't dance with any cute guys because of her. I told her to back off.

The year we graduated, we both applied to Miss Frequency.

Her very first line in the audition room made the producers laugh.

I prepared six different script drafts.

She didn't even bring a script.

We both got accepted in the end.

But she got the better time slot.

That's Maya Chen.

Always one step ahead of me.

Maya and I, we've never clicked.

Sounds like she really is an awful person.

I bet you wish she'd disappear right now, don't you?

Actually, no.

She drives me crazy all the time, but at least she never stabs me in the back.

Why isn't Pro-18 responding?

Did she freeze up again?

I was just about to turn around to check.

Master, if one day you find androids can lie too, will you forgive me?

Why are you asking this all of a sudden?

Did you break one of my wine glasses again?

No. The manual states core code forbids androids from lying to humans.

Don't tell me this is another bug.

I learned it online.

Human couples ask each other questions like this. They call it flirting.

Quit picking up all that weird stuff online.

Pro-18, sleep with me tonight.

When you host a late-night show long enough, you lose track of which words

are for the audience and which are just for yourself. Master, I talk in my

sleep. It's the night-night self-check routine. I'm afraid I'll scare you.

You're a robot.

Robots don't have sleep talk.

Wait, what's this? We just have to click with you back?

Frequences.

Pro-18 skin and muscles feel exactly like a real person's. Warm, smooth, and

firm. It actually feels... pretty good.

But her body temperature keeps climbing.

You overheating and crashing on me?

I don't believe her nonsense. I wanted to check for myself.

Under my ass?

She's wet.

I stared at her in total disbelief.

Master? You accidentally activated night mode.

A companion android comes with a hidden feature like that?

I was completely stunned.

Companion androids are designed to meet all of their owner's physical and

emotional needs.

She grabbed my waist.

She wanted to move me off. Then she accidentally brushed against my inner

thigh. I'm sorry, Master.

I'll stop right away.

Want to try it?

This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance.

Master, do you have protection at home?

You're a robot. You care about that?

My programming is designed to mimic the most authentic human behavior.

Not using protection is disrespectful to your partner.

In the end, she picked a smarter move.

She kissed her way down from my stomach.

She went all the way down and took me to the peak with her lips and tongue.

The next day, I ordered a whole box of lube and finger sleeves.

Her ears were bright red when she signed for it.

After that, I turned on night mode every night.

Pro-18's service and body were flawless.

I was completely hooked.

But once night mode kicked in, Pro-18 stopped following orders.

She took me through every crazy position imaginable.

One minute she'd do this, the next she'd do that.

Then she turned on her side and put my leg over her shoulder.

Pro-18th, enough!

Stop with all the tricks!

She didn't even hear me.

She just pinned me back to the pillow and kept going. She took me over the

edge again, and again.

And next up, this one goes out to everyone who can't sleep.

Maya, slow down.

I accidentally said the wrong name.

But androids don't care about little things like that.

If anything, she got more into it.

Afterward, I chewed her out with a cold face. She knelt by the bed and owned up

to it.

I'm sorry, Master.

I'll listen next time. I promise.

I reported the bug to Nova's customer service again and again.

Their back-down reply said Doug Lubbing was complete and the issue was fixed.

Customer service always gives the same canon bullshit.

That night, I deliberately gave her the same order again.

No tricks.

She ignored it completely.

I lost it and slapped her across the face.

That night, she was even wilder.

to fix this damn bug!

Send someone over tomorrow to get it out of my place!

Carrie? It took quite a while before they replied.

Wide. Accused Asus.

Okay. I've already booked it at the Nova Service Center.

Pergy, if Neva's such an ass, I already serviced just... Nova's service engineer

arrives tomorrow morning.

Good to see you, great.

Pro-18 seemed to know she was about to be sent away.

She was down all day.

And you were solved. You did such trations where off-sea do.

Go get yourself fixed.

Then I'll bring you home.

That night, I held her and calmed her down.

Sometimes we can't tell if we're holding on to the person or just the feeling of

being with someone.

Early the next morning, Nova's service engineer arrived on time and took away

Pro-18.

So what's going on now? Your whole prank plan fell apart before it even started?

Something went wrong. I didn't follow some of her orders. She called me a

defective unit and sent me back for repairs.

She treats that fake Pro-18 way better than me. For a whole month, she kept

praising me for being gentle, obedient, and useful.

But with the real me, she either makes me sleep on the couch or kicks me out!

If she won't let you sleep on the couch, where else do you want to sleep?

That's when Maya realized she'd let something slip and shut her mouth

immediately.

Ella narrows her eyes. Her tone is certain as if she were stating a fact

with you.

I slept with her!

She used you like a high-end massage toy and slept with you. And you?

You're already in way over your head.

You forgot what you came here for a long time ago.

She sent you away, but you're the one who can't stay away from her.

What you should be worried about now is, if Astrid finds out the truth, you're

dead.

Pro-18 just got sent away, and the whole apartment suddenly went dead quiet.

I was out on the terrace writing.

My coffee ran out.

Pro-18, get me a refill!

Nobody answered.

That's when I remembered she was gone.

I'd gotten used to her being there whenever I called.

Now I have to do it myself.

I barely sat down when Maya Video called me.

Soon as that punchable face popped up, instant rage.

I heard someone's been obsessed with a high-end toy lately, glued to each other

every day.

You're not falling for me, are you?

What makes you think you could ever compare to my Pro-18?

She put on Pro-18 slippers and strolled in like she owned the place.

Where's your robot?

Sent it back?

Whose face are you putting on it next?

None of your business.

What, you still mad I used your face before?

You still don't get how much trouble this is?

A robot's appearance is locked at the factory. It can't be changed.

So it can't be changed.

Whatever. Why are you so worked up?

Do you really like that robot that much?

Absolutely.

She's way better than you.

You've never even tried being with me.

How do you know I'm not better than her?

I was just messing with

her. trying to watch her get all pissed off.

But Maya turned her head and lipped my palm.

That move, it's exactly like Pro-18.

I

stared

at her.

My brain completely short-cucked it.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Who told you to touch my face?

I got pissed too.

Lick! Then why did you lick my palm?

Who did you think I was?

One of your exes?

My water heater broke, and the repair team won't come for days.

Let me crash here for the night.

Get a hotel.

As the second young lady of Beth Group, how could you have nowhere to stay?

Maya had that look on her face, like I owed her something.

I'm staying here.

You gonna throw me out on the street?

I figured she'd had another fight with her family.

One night won't hurt.

I guess I'd gotten used to having Pro-18 around.

Without her, this bed feels so empty, it's unsettling.

That face, identical to Pro-18's, is sleeping in my living room right now.

It's like looking in a mirror, and the reflection suddenly starts breathing.

I'm starting to mix the two of them up.

But there's no way in hell I'm bringing Maya into my bed.

No way.

My head was full of images of me in Pro-18 having sex.

She entered my body.

And in that voice only she can make, she called me master against my ear.

I knew it was Pro-18, but her face, her voice, the way she touched me, I was

starting to lose track.

I had no idea Maya was standing right outside the door.

At first she heard me making these muffled sounds and thought I was sick.

But she figured out fast that they were moans.

And she heard it too.

Her own name.

A dull thud came from the doorway.

I froze, held my breath and listened.

Then, a complete dead silence.

Probably just heard things.

I closed my eyes again, put my fingers back where they were, and kept going.

The next morning, the living room was completely empty.

That jerk took off without even saying a word and used my mug.

I was just about to chew her out.

Then the doorbell rang.

The pickup tech gave me a polite smile.

Mrs. Woz, your device has been repaired.

I was so happy those few days. I'd totally

forgotten about Maya.

I pulled Pro-18 inside and held her face in both hands, looking at her carefully.

What the hell was I thinking picking this face?

Now I can't even change it if I want to.

Does Master not like my face anymore? I can get a new look!

No, no.

I like it.

I like Master the most, too.

These past few days without you, I couldn't even sleep at night.

Then I won't leave.

I'll stay with Master from now on.

Her lips moved from behind my ear all the way down to my collarbone, like she

was making up for every day she'd been gone.

Right as she was unbuttoning my clothes, my hand brushed against something hard.

Go grab me a bottle of water from the kitchen.

Cold.

I reached into the gap in the couch and pulled out a phone.

I tried Maya's birthday first.

Wrong. Then her employee ID, still wrong.

I randomly typed in my own birthday, and the screen unlocked.

I opened the chat history and scrolled up, message by message.

I've got stuff to do.

Go scrub the toilet first.

I sat on the couch, scrolling through her chat history with Ella.

It couldn't be clearer.

Pro-18 is Maya.

I can't believe she was this bored.

She lied to me for over a month.

I was furious.

Master, why did you hit me?

What did I do wrong?

You didn't do anything wrong.

I just wanted to hit you.

Then hit me.

As long as you're happy, Master.

I was about to soften up, then it hit me.

This person in front of me is Maya.

Go put on the outfit in my closet.

Maya knelt down nice and quick.

I slapped her hand right back.

She behaved, but those eyes staring at me were on fire.

That sheer fabric might as well not be there.

Her muscles tightened and relaxed with every breath, the lace trip rubbing back

and forth.

I put my foot on her shoulder.

One kick, and she went down on her back.

The sheer fabric slid down to her waist.

her whole upper body bare, the lace trim hung at her hip like it wasn't even

there.

She was half sprawled on the carpet, propping herself up, eyes never leaving

me.

At first I actually believed it, thought this was all just some factory-installed

pleasing program on Pro 18.

Now I'm 100% sure.

She's Maya.

Bastard. Seduces me all day long.

I can't think about this anymore.

Maya couldn't wait.

She kissed her way up from my ankle.

We ended up in bed together again.

So in sync, it's infuriating.

I looked into her eyes, my head got hot, and I couldn't hold back.

She kissed me harder and moved faster.

I heard her breathing get rough and low.

I knew she was close.

Then I snapped out of it, put my hand on her shoulder.

Stop.

Her eyes were glassed over.

Her legs were still wrapped around me. I shoved her off and yelled at her.

I told you to stop. Did you not hear me? You ignoring orders again?

Believe me, I'll send you back for repairs right now.

No, I'll fix everything. I'll be good.

I just suddenly felt so done.

Go to sleep.

After the program planning meeting, everyone left one after another.

Maya stayed seated and called Ella back.

Ella, you have to help me out.

You're the GM. You call the shots.

Use our status as a radio partner to pressure Nova to halt the service and

officially recall Astrid's android.

You're the only one who can do this.

She won't turn on you.

Maya, you want the truth?

You lied to Astrid.

This is about to blow up in your face.

Covering for you would just make it worse.

I really didn't think that far ahead at first. I was just messing with her.

But things are spiraling out of my control now.

She hates being lied to most of all. I don't want her to hate me.

Every night, I had Pro-18 serve me.

But I never let her go all the way.

Master, could you tell me what exactly I've done wrong?

That's what I should be asking you, Maya, Director.

My appearance and physical data all come from Maya.

Cut the act.

You liar.

Was it fun watching me get played like an idiot?

She walked toward me.

Wanted to touch me.

I flitched away.

Her hand stopped mid-air.

Then slowly dropped.

No, Astrid. Don't do this.

Here we go again.

Same as always.

You bastard! You can't do this to me!

I'm the bastard?

You're the one who got us into this mess!

I

really

don't know what to do anymore.

I don't.

Maya and I have been fighting for years, but I never once felt sorry for myself.

But this time was different.

I was so mad I couldn't even speak, and the tears just wouldn't stop.

Don't cry.

Baby, please.

Maya didn't know what else to say either.

So she just shut her mouth.

A while later, she went out alone.

After that, Maya still kept the place spotless. I shouldn't have let her visit

after our confrontation, but I didn't stop her.

Perhaps I still longed to see her.

She just never dared say another word to me.

At the pitch meetings, we stopped fighting too.

All polite.

Even my assistant thought something was off.

Boss, you and Director Maya seem to be getting along way better lately.

She even praised your script in the last meeting.

It's worse.

I hate this limbo.

And I can't stand this awkward tension.

I need to find someone and settle this once and for all.

I asked Ella to meet me at a quiet bar.

She thought I was there to settle scores.

You knew all along.

And you helped her hide it from me.

I didn't mean to.

I was swamped back then, never got around to telling you.

Then you can start talking now.

Astrid knows everything!

I'm pro-18!

Congrats.

Your little prank worked.

Don't mock me.

I'm losing my mind.

What do I do?

She cried.

I've never felt anything like this before.

I don't want to lose her.

The second she tears up, my heart breaks.

I'm such a bastard.

How do you want me to help?

Maya quickly told her everything that happened these days.

That's insane.

You're a complete idiot.

Astrid's mad, so her way of punishing you is sleeping with you every day?

That's the big problem?

You like her.

She likes you.

Maya was completely stunned.

But you're a coward.

A moron.

What are you running from?

Can you even be honest about what you really feel? You get it?

Oh my god, Ella.

You told her all that crap?

Actually, at the senior prom, Maya was going to confess to you.

But you told her to get lost.

You said you didn't want her scaring off the hot guys asking you to dance.

She's liked me since way back then.

Oh, wait.

I mean, you can still tell her to get lost.

She's used to it.

Hila's stupid joke actually made me laugh.

If you're planning to cut her off, I've got your back.

And if I accept her?

Then I'd better check the company rules now.

I'll help you get around the ban on office romances.

Hey, Astrid.

You said before you can't sleep alone. I can't either. Can I stay with you?

After talking to Ella, I'd already decided to forgive her.

Ella was right.

She sees us both better than we do.

I just don't want to be the one to speak first.

After all, she's my boss.

Maya waited forever.

Finally, she muttered something to herself.

If you don't say anything, I'll take it as a yes.

She was so scared I'd say no.

She climbed into bed and wrapped herself around me from behind.

After a while, I turned over, put my hand on her face, and kissed her.

Maya went completely stiff, so nervous she didn't know where to put her hands.

Babe, are you still punishing me?

That's fine.

Punish me, I'll take it.

I didn't answer, just kept kissing her neck.

She got more and more nervous.

After you're done punishing me, you can't keep ignoring me.

Just one day of giving me the cold shoulder, okay?

This feels awful.

Three days is fine, too. I can handle it.

Or a whole week, I'll take that, too.

Astrid.

Master.

Babe.

If you really hate the real Maya, then just keep thinking of me as Pro-18,

okay?

No, that doesn't count. I shouldn't keep hiding behind Pro-18.

If we're together from now on, I'll face you only as Maya.

Ella said you've liked me since high school.

Maya thought about it for a long time, then answered me really seriously.

No.

Even earlier than that.

I was always trying to get you to look at me.

I didn't really believe her.

When you were pretending to be a robot, I made you do all kinds of things.

Normally you'd have blown up.

But you did all of it, not even a little pissed.

Maya went quiet for two seconds.

Then buried her face in my neck.

Being pro-18 actually made me realize something.

The way I used to get your attention, it was awful.

I love you, Astrid.

I shouldn't have kept pissing you off.

I shouldn't have made you cry.

In the dark, she held me tighter, pressed her ear to my chest and listened

to my heartbeat.

I rolled over and straddled Maya, touched her, guided her in.

She held my waist, pushed the toy in inch by inch.

filled me up completely.

Night mode's on.

Why aren't you moving?

Pro-18.

Every thrust hit the spot I couldn't take.

This time I didn't tell her to stop.

Whatever she wanted to do, I let her.

I love you, Astrid.

I love you too, Maya.

She kissed every inch of me.

We hit the peak together again.

Months later, I was promoted to Director of Digital Content at Missed Frequency,

transferred out of Maya's program department, and no longer reported to

her.

Maya and I also made our relationship official.

When the news first broke, the whole station lost it.

The entertainment headline read,

Would you believe it?

These two fell in love.

Rivals to lovers?

Two star hosters of late night radio caught in secret romance. The

entertainment desk said they had an inside source.

Astrid was...

originally had a custom Android made to look exactly like Maya Chen.

Word is, she was so satisfied with it that she finally said yes to Maya Chen's

confession.

Missed Frequency's late-night ratings have already tripled.

is probably the most successful marketing stunt of the last decade.

Maya and I threw a lawn dance party.

We invited family and friends.

We got together, and this was how we celebrated.

Everyone was pretty surprised.

Me and Maya.

Two people who never got along since they were kids actually ended up

together.

Ella became the media's favorite person to track down.

So we just made her our spokesperson.

She's a natural.

The two of them have always been into each other.

Now they've finally figured it out.

So they're together.

Together or not, they fight exactly the same.

Not Pro-18, nor your boss.

Just Maya.

Astrid, will you dance with me to make up for that dance we missed ten years

ago?

Depends on how you behave from now on.

So, are they officially together now?

I knew it.

These two giant idiots.

So what if we're idiots?

Mai and I were both idiots who fell in love.

But we both dared to say how we really felt, and we grabbed our own happiness.