Chapter 2: Desire

Dave’s heart thrummed in his chest as Liki’s lips hovered dangerously close to his. Her small, warm body pressed against him, her fingers tracing the edge of his pants with a curiosity that was both innocent and exciting. He could feel the heat of her breath, the way her chest rose and fell against his, and for a second, he thought he might give in to the moment entirely. But then, a flicker of doubt crept in. This is too much, too soon, he thought, his rational mind clawing its way back to the surface. He didn't care if the alert system considered this acceptable, it felt wrong to him in the moment.

“Liki,” he murmured, his voice steady but soft, as though he was trying not to startle her. Her green-gold eyes flicked up to meet his, wide and questioning. He gently lifted her off him, setting her down on the couch beside him. She blinked, her head tilting slightly, as if she didn’t fully understand why he was stopping.

“Let’s get you to bed, okay?” Dave said, forcing a smile as he stood and took her small hand in his. Liki chirped softly, and made a sound that was almost a purr, then followed him without protest. Her bare feet padded quietly against the floor as he led her to the corner of the living room where her Wimil bed sat. It was a sleek, futuristic-looking pod, small and snug, with a soft, cushioned interior. A thin cord with a plug at the end dangled from the side, waiting to connect to the bio-port at the base of her spine, just above her pink tail. Dave had read about this in the manual—the nightly mnemonic programming that would help modulate her behavior. Maybe the first night of programming would help to even out her attitude. She seems just a little… too affectionate, he thought, glancing at her as she climbed into the bed, her movements graceful and fluid. But isn't affection the whole point? Maybe this is normal. Maybe I'm the defective one...

Liki settled into the pod, curling up on her side, her green eyes fixed on him. She reached out, her tiny hand brushing against his arm, her touch light but insistent. “Dave,” she whispered, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible. His chest tightened. She keeps saying my name. The manual had been clear—Wimils couldn’t talk. Not even a little. They communicated through gestures, sounds, and their included phone/tablet app. Yet here she was, saying his name. How? Maybe Liki is a new talking model? The guy at the store didn't say anything about that.

“Goodnight, Liki,” he said, forcing his voice to stay even as he reached for the plug. She watched him with those wide, curious eyes as he found the small hole in her dress, just above the hole for her tail, that allowed access to the bio-port at the base of her spine. He hesitated for a moment, then pressed it in. Liki’s eyes fluttered closed almost instantly, her body relaxing as the programming began. Dave stood there for a moment, watching her, his mind racing.

He walked over to the sofa and grabbed his tablet, pulling up the Wimil user manual in the ENBC WimilMate app. His fingers flew over the screen as he searched for answers, his anxiety growing with every passing second. Wimil behavior should be docile and affectionate but non-aggressive, the manual stated. Wimils are not capable of speech or complex vocalization. If your Wimil exhibits behavior outside these parameters, contact customer support immediately.

Dave’s stomach turned. Is she defective? The thought made his chest ache. He’d only had her for a few hours, but he was already enamored with her. The way she looked at him, the way she clung to him, the way she purred when he touched her—it was all so real, so genuine. He didn’t want to have to return her. But what if there was something wrong with her programming? What if she was malfunctioning?

He set the tablet down and sighed, running a hand through his hair. Maybe I’m overthinking this, he thought. After all, she was designed to be a companion. Maybe her affection was just… more intense than he expected. And saying his name? Maybe it was a glitch, but not a dangerous one. Still, he couldn’t shake the worry, and it gnawed at him as he turned off the lights and headed to bed.

*

The next morning, Dave woke to the sensation of something—or someone—landing in his lap. His eyes flew open, and there was Liki, perched on top of him, her green-gold eyes sparkling mischievously. She giggled, a soft, melodic sound, and immediately started tickling him, her small fingers dancing over his sides.

“Hey! Liki!” he laughed, squirming under her. She leaned in, her face inches from his, her expression playful. Her hair brushed against his chin, and he could smell the faint, sweet scent of her skin.

But then her hand brushed against something—something very firm, very obvious. Dave froze. Liki’s eyes widened, her fingers pausing as she felt the bulge beneath the sheets. Her gaze shifted to his, her head tilting in that curious way of hers. She reached out again, her small hand pressing against it experimentally.

“No, no, no,” Dave said quickly, grabbing her hand and gently moving it away. His face burned, and he sat up, trying to shift her off him. “Let’s, uh… let’s get you some breakfast, okay?”

Liki pouted, her lips forming a little frown, but she didn’t resist as he lifted her off the bed and set her down on the floor. She watched him as he stood, her gaze lingering on the bulge in his sweat pants for a moment longer before she followed him to the kitchen. Dave busied himself with preparing her Wimil pellets, his hands shaking slightly as he poured them into a bowl. He could feel her presence behind him, hear the soft patter of her feet as she moved closer.

He saw her arms beginning to encircle his waist from behind. “Here you go,” he said, turning quickly and setting the bowl on the counter for her. Liki looked at it, then back at him, her expression almost… disappointed. She reached up, her small hands grabbing the edge of the counter, then pulled herself up to sit on it.

He saw her do it, but he wasn't quite sure how she'd done it. The counter was eye level for her, but she had jumped up and sat on it like it was nothing. He tried to imagine himself leaping perfectly to the top of a 6 foot shelf and sitting there. She's amazing. She picked up a pellet, holding it delicately between her fingers, but instead of eating it, she held it out to him.

“What?” Dave asked, blinking.

Liki tilted her head, then leaned forward, the pellet still in her hand. She pressed it against his lips, her eyes locked on his. “Dave,” she whispered, her voice soft but insistent.

He hesitated, then opened his mouth, letting her place the pellet on his tongue. I hope these are ok for humans to eat, he thought. She watched as he chewed the pellet. It didn't taste bad per se. It didn't really taste like anything at all, sort of bland and a little sweet. Like a rice cake? he thought. She smiled, a small, satisfied smirk, and then leaned in even closer, her lips brushing against his as if to check if he’d actually eaten it. Her breath was warm, her face inches from his, and for a moment, Dave’s mind went blank. Liki's small, wet tongue darting into his mouth suddenly snapped Dave back to reality.

“Liki,” he said, his voice hoarse. She pulled back just enough to look at him, her gaze intense, her small body perched precariously on the counter. He reached out, gently cupping her face in his hand, his thumb brushing against her cheek. She leaned into the touch, her eyes closing for a moment, a soft purr rising from her throat.

She opened her eyes, and there it was again—a look that looked exactly the way she had last night... a look that screamed desire. “Dave,” she whispered again, her voice barely audible, but this time, it wasn’t a question. It was a statement. A demand.

“Liki,” he started, but she cut him off, leaning in and pressing her lips to his. Her kiss was soft, tentative, but with feeling of need behind it. Her small hands found his shoulders, gripping him tightly as she deepened the kiss, her body pressing against his.

Dave’s hands moved instinctively, one wrapping around her waist, the other tangling in her hair. He could feel her heart racing, or maybe it was his own—he couldn’t tell anymore. All he knew was that she was here, in his arms, her lips on his, her body so small and warm and perfect.

Please, please let the abuse safeguards be in reciprocal mode...

Chapter 3: Adjustment

Dave felt the weight of Liki’s small body pressing against his, her lips still lingering on his, her warmth—no, her heat seeping into him. His mind raced, caught between the overwhelming desire she ignited in him and the rational part of his brain screaming that this wasn’t right. Gently, he pulled away, breaking the kiss, his hands still resting on her waist.

“Liki,” he said softly, his voice trembling with restraint. “We… we can’t do this.”

She blinked up at him, her green eyes wide and questioning, her lips slightly parted. She tilted her head as if trying to understand his words, and then, slowly, a look of sadness washed over her delicate features. She let out a soft whine, a sound that made him feel genuinely guilty.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Dave murmured, his thumb brushing against her cheek again. “I just… I need to think. This isn’t what you were made for.” Or is it? She sure seems to think so.

Liki lowered her gaze, her small hands sliding off his shoulders and resting on her lap. She looked so small, so vulnerable, so heartbroken and for a moment, Dave felt like the worst person in the world.

How could I let this happen? he thought, running a hand through his hair. She’s not even… she’s not human. This isn’t right.

Desperate to distract her—and himself—he glanced around the room. His eyes landed on the box of Wimil toys he’d bought along with Liki. Wimils were supposedly enthralled by the small, soft cubes. Most toys were engineered to entertain their users. In this case, it was the user that had been specifically engineered to enjoy the toy.

“Here, Liki,” he said, grabbing the box and opening it. The cubes spilled out on the counter, each one a different pastel color. “Look at these! Don’t these look fun?”

Her ears perked up slightly, and she leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. She reached out hesitantly, her small fingers brushing against one of the cubes. For a moment, she just stared at it, her expression unreadable. Then, as if something clicked in her, her eyes lit up, and she snatched the cube with a sudden burst of energy.

Dave let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding as Liki jumped off the counter, landing lightly on her feet. She began tossing the cube into the air, catching it with surprising agility, her movements fluid and almost feline. Watching her play, Dave couldn’t help but smile. She looked so carefree, so happy, and it eased the guilt gnawing at him.

But he knew he couldn’t ignore the issue forever. Liki’s behavior wasn’t normal for a Wimil. She was programmed to be affectionate, but the way she’d kissed him, the way she’d said his name—it was too much. He needed answers.

Grabbing his phone, he stepped into the next room, leaving Liki to her toys. He dialed the number for WimilCare, the customer service line that came with every purchase. After a few rings, a friendly, professional, female voice answered.

“Good morning, this is WimilCare. How can I assist you today?”

“Uh, hi,” Dave began, his voice low so Liki wouldn’t hear. “I’ve got kind of a situation here. My Wimil, her name’s Liki, she’s been… well, she’s been acting kind of… overly romantic, I guess? Like, she’s tried to kiss me a few times, and she’s way more affectionate than I expected. Is that normal?”

“Oh, I see! No need to worry, that’s actually quite common with newer Wimils. Do you know what model your Wimil is?” the representative asked, her tone still cheerful and professional.

Dave glanced over at the box Liki had come in, his eyes scanning the label. “Uh, yeah. It says she’s an F-7.02.”

“Ah, an F-7.02!” the representative replied, sounding almost excited. “That’s one of our more advanced models. They’re designed with enhanced emotional capabilities and adjustable settings. Sometimes, they come from the factory with their romantic settings preset to maximum. It’s an easy fix, though. Do you still have the mod-rod that came with your Wimil?”

“The mod-rod?” Dave asked, his brow furrowing. “Uh, I’m not sure. Where would it be?”

“It should be in the packaging, under the foam. It’s an interface cylinder used to adjust your Wimil’s settings. You’ll need to insert it into your Wimil's pelvic access slot to reach the menu feature interface plug, which is located internally, behind the navel. Once you’ve inserted it, you can adjust its romance setting from 1 to 5. Setting it to a 3 is usually a good starting point. Enough affection to keep it happy, but not so much that it becomes overwhelming for you.”

Behind the navel? Pelvic access... Dave’s eyes widened as he processed the information. “Wait, seriously? I have to… insert it into her? You mean her... vagina, right?" He whispered the word, hoping Liki couldn't hear.

“Yes,” the representative replied, her tone still cheerful and matter-of-fact. “It’s a painless process for the Wimil, and it’s designed to be comfortable. Just set the rod to your desired setting, and when it reaches maximum depth, it’ll report your Wimil's current setting and then apply the new one. Oh, and don't worry. Use of the mod-rod will not activate an abuse alert, as long as you are using it correctly. Check the manual for specifics," said the representative, seeming to read Dave's mind.

“Okay,” Dave said slowly, still trying to wrap his head around it. “Thanks. I’ll… uh, I’ll try that.”

He hung up the phone and returned to the living room, his heart pounding. Liki was still playing with the cubes, completely absorbed in her game. He watched her for a moment, marveling at her grace and innocence, before moving to the large box she’d come in. Digging through the foam, he found the mod-rod—and his jaw dropped.

The device was longer and thicker than he’d expected, its sleek, futuristic-looking surface covered in mysterious ridges and studs. It looked intimidating, to say the least.

How is this supposed to be comfortable for her? he wondered, his palms sweating as he held the rod. I'm supposed to just push this thing in until it can't go any further? This can't be right. I must have missed something in the rep's description, he thought.

Dave pulled up the user manual on his phone. A quick word find for "mod-rod" brought him to the “Bionanite Modulation System” section. He started reading hoping that this would start to make sense. Apparently, Wimils had a specialized organ in their abdomen; a dense cluster of engineered tissue that produced bionanites on command. These microscopic machines handled internal updates that hormones or code couldn’t manage, adjusting things like muscle density, skin texture, even minor bone structure. The romance setting was just the tip of the iceberg.

Direct access via the pelvic slot ensured “precise, secure interfacing with the bionanite core,” the manual assured him. “Comfortable, discreet, and abuse-safe.”

Dave eyed the rod again. Discreet. Sure.

He glanced back at Liki, who was now chasing one of the cubes across the floor, her sundress swirling around her small frame. Taking a deep breath, he approached her, the mod-rod in hand.

“Hey, Liki,” he said gently, crouching down to her level.

She looked up at him, her eyes bright, a cube clutched in her hands. He held out the rod, and her gaze immediately shifted to it, her curiosity piqued. She tilted her head, her ears twitching slightly, as if trying to figure out what it was.

“I need to… adjust some of your settings,” Dave explained, though he wasn’t sure if she would understand the words. “It’s going to be okay, though. I promise.”

Dave pressed the only visible button on the rod, and a small screen lit up on the base. He tapped the menu options and found the "Romance" setting. Setting the rod to a 3, as the representative had suggested, he gently reached out and helped Liki to her feet. She looked up at him trustingly, her small body leaning into his touch as he carefully removed her sundress, leaving her in just her panties. His heart raced as he laid her down on the couch, her green eyes watching him with a mix of curiosity and excitement. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Liki’s panties and slowly pulled them off. Liki helped by lifting her legs in the air. She grinned and wiggled as if in anticipation. He looked at the rod, then at delicate crease between her legs. They looked comically mismatched. How is this even going to work?

“Just relax, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice shaky as he positioned the mod-rod.

Liki squirmed slightly as he began to insert the rod between her legs, her small hands gripping the cushions. It was difficult to push in at first, and Liki let out a startled yelp. Dave stopped immediately; his blood ran cold. Had he just triggered an alert? Was he about to have his front door kicked in by an ErisNishi Abuse Team?

She looked up at Dave quizzically, but didn't try to get away from the intrusion. She seemed okay, and the phone app didn't show any alert notices. He kept going. As the bumpy and ridged surface of the rod slid deeper, her expression shifted from surprise to something else entirely. Her eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting as a soft, almost melodic sound escaped her throat. Her body arched slightly, her fingers digging into the couch as she seemed to savor the sensation.

Dave’s breath caught in his throat as he watched her, his grip tightening on the rod. Oh my god, She’s enjoying this, he realized, his face flushing. She’s actually… enjoying it.

Finally, the rod seemed to hit something firm, deep inside her and it wouldn't go in any further. Dave hoped that it was the interface plug behind her belly button, as described by the representative. The small, digital display on the end of the rod lit up, showing her current romance setting. Dave stared at it in disbelief.

Current Setting: 1

A 1? he thought, his mind reeling. How is that even possible? She’s been all over me!

Before he could process it, the display changed again, showing her new setting.

New Setting: 3

Liki’s body trembled slightly as the new setting was applied, her breathing getting faster. As Dave slowly withdrew the rod, she bit her lip and looked up into Dave's eyes with an intensity that frightened him a little. Liki sighed softly, her eyes never leaving his.

“Dave,” she whispered, her voice soft but clear, her lips curving into a small, knowing smile.

Chapter 4: Escalation

Dave pulled the mod-rod out slowly, and Liki let out a soft whimper, her fingers brushing the air as if trying to grab it back. Her eyes met his, pupils dilated with a mix of desire and confusion. She looked… disappointed. The thought made his stomach twist. He wiped Liki's moisture off the rod with a paper towel and set it back in the box where he found it.

Liki pouted, her lower lip jutting out in an adorable fashion, yet her gaze was anything but innocent. She shifted closer to him on the couch, her small hands resting on his thighs as if anchoring herself to him.

Before Dave could stop her, Liki swung one slender leg over his thigh, positioning herself so she was straddling his leg. Her hands gripped his shoulders for balance as she began to rock her hips, grinding her pelvis against his leg with a rhythm that was both experimental and primal. Her breath became ragged, and she let out a soft moan, her eyes closing as she lost herself in the sensation.

“Dave,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own breathing. “Play…”

“Liki, please,” he said, his voice strained. “You need to stop.”

But she didn’t. If anything, she seemed to grow more insistent, her movements becoming faster, more deliberate. Her hands slid down his chest, her fingers fumbling with the hem of his shirt as if she wanted to remove it again.

Dave caught her wrists, gently but firmly holding her still. “Liki, no,” he said, his voice firm. “We can't do this.”

Liki didn’t respond. She just sat there, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps, and for a moment, Dave thought she might cry. But then she leaned forward, resting her head against his chest, and let out a quiet sigh.

Dave hesitated, then let go of her wrists, his hands hovering uncertainly above her back. “It’s okay,” he said softly, though he wasn’t sure if it was. “I'm sorry. We’ll figure this out. Together.”

This isn’t normal. This can’t be normal, he thought.

“Uh, Liki,” he started, his voice strained, “let me just… call customer service again, okay?”

She tilted her head, her green eyes narrowing slightly, but she didn’t move away. Dave grabbed his phone off the table, his fingers fumbling as he dialed the number for WimilCare. The line rang once, twice, and then a cheerful male voice answered.

“Good morning! Thank you for calling WimilCare. How can I assist you today?”

“Hi—uh—yeah,” Dave stammered, running a hand through his hair. “So, I adjusted my Wimil’s romance setting, and now she’s… acting… different. Well, I mean... actually she's acting the same, but that's the problem. She was at a one, and I changed it to a three, and now she’s… uh…”

“Yes?” the representative prompted, their tone still unnervingly calm.

“She’s… kind of insistent. Like, she’s really into… things.”

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line. “Ah, I see. Well, it’s perfectly normal for Wimils to exhibit heightened affection at higher romance settings. It’s part of their programming to seek closeness and physical connection with their owners. Is there anything else I can assist you with?”

Dave blinked, his free hand clenching into a fist. “No, that doesn’t... she’s not just affectionate. She’s… she's insistent. Like, outright. And she’s trying to get me to—uh—you know…”

“I understand,” the representative replied, their tone still maddeningly neutral. “At setting three, Wimils often seek more direct forms of physical intimacy. This is within the expected parameters of their behavior. If you’re uncomfortable, you can always adjust the setting back down.”

“But she was already at a one!” Dave hissed, glancing over at Liki, who was now leaning toward him, her breath warm against his neck. “She was doing stuff like this before I changed anything!”

“Hmm,” the representative said, and for the first time, Dave thought he heard a faint note of uncertainty in their voice. “That is… unusual. Perhaps there was a misunderstanding in the initial settings. I recommend using the mod-rod to reset it back to default and then applying the desired setting again. Would you like me to guide you through that process?”

Dave exhaled sharply, his shoulders slumping. “No, no, it’s fine. I’ll figure it out.”

“Alright! If you have any further questions, don’t hesitate to call back. Have a Wim-derful day!”

The line went dead, and Dave groaned, tossing the phone onto the couch. “Great. Just great.”

Still completely naked from the mod-rod procedure, Liki wasted no time; her small hands sliding up his chest as she pressed herself against him. Her lips brushed his jawline, and she let out a soft purr. This is getting out of hand.

“Liki, hold on,” he said gently, taking her by the shoulders and guiding her back slightly. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and pleading, but he shook his head. “I need to… figure this out, okay? Just… give me a minute.”

She tilted her head, as if trying to understand, but then she seemed to get an idea. With a sudden burst of energy, she hopped off the couch and darted across the room, her bare feet padding softly against the hardwood floor. Dave blinked, watching her butt jiggle as she disappeared into the kitchen. What is she doing?

A moment later, she returned, holding her plain cotton panties in her hands. She stood in front of him, offering them to him like a gift, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright with anticipation. How did her panties get into the kitchen? Didn't I just take them off here on the sofa? Did she hide them in the kitchen while I was on the phone? I didn't even notice her get up...

“Liki, what are you—?” Dave started, but she cut him off by dropping the panties into his lap and then backing up a few steps. She gave him a coy smile before kneeling on the floor, her legs spreading slightly as she leaned back on her hands, presenting herself to him.

Dave’s face burned. “Oh my god.”

She tilted her head, her golden-green eyes locking with his, and then she let out a soft, needy whine.

“No, Liki,” he said firmly, holding up a hand. “We’re not doing that.”

Her expression faltered for a moment, but then she seemed to get another idea. She jumped to her feet and scurried off again, this time heading toward the bedroom. Dave groaned, burying his face in his hands. This is a disaster.

When she returned, she was holding a long-handled hairbrush. Did she want him to brush her hair? She placed it in his lap next to the panties and then resumed her position, legs apart, leaning back on elbows, looking up at him expectantly. Oh my god, she wants... with the brush...

“Seriously?” Dave muttered, picking up the brush and setting it aside. “Liki, no.”

She pouted again, but then her eyes lit up as she spotted something else. She darted across the room and grabbed a long candle from the bookshelf, holding it out to him like it was the most precious thing in the world.

“Liki,” Dave said, his voice firm but gentle. “That’s not… we’re not…” He sighed, running a hand over his face. “I need to distract you. Something, anything.”

He glanced around the room, his eyes landing on the Wimil toys he had bought earlier. They were still lying on the floor where she had left them after her earlier play session. He picked up a small plush cube and waved it in front of her.

“Look, Liki! A cube! You like the cubes, right?”

Her eyes flicked toward the toy, but her interest seemed lukewarm at best. She let out a soft huff and then stood, walking over to him. She climbed back onto the couch, sitting cross-legged beside him as she picked up the cube and gave it a half-hearted squeeze.

Dave exhaled in relief, but it was short-lived. Liki set the toy aside and then crawled into his lap, her small hands resting on his chest as she looked up at him. She let out a soft purr, her body pressing against his in a way that made her desire obvious.

“Liki,” he murmured, “you’re making this really hard.”

She smiled, her fingers trailing down his chest, and then she leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a soft, tentative kiss. Dave froze, his heart pounding in his chest, but before he could respond, she pulled back, her eyes searching his face.

“Dave,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, and then she kissed him again, deeper this time.

His hands hovered in the air, unsure of where to go, but then she took one of them and guided it to her hip, her fingers wrapping around his wrist. She broke the kiss and looked up at him, her eyes dark with longing.

“Play,” she whispered, her voice breathless.

Dave’s mind raced. She’s not going to stop. Not like this. He glanced at his phone, still lying on the couch, and then back at her. “Liki, I need to… look something up, okay?”

She tilted her head, her fingers tightening around his wrist, but she didn’t pull away. Dave grabbed his phone with his free hand and opened the browser, quickly searching for a Wimil fan message board. His heart pounded as he scrolled through the posts, his eyes scanning for anything, anything that might help him figure out what the hell was going on.

Liki sighed, her body relaxing against his, but her fingers still played with the hem of his shirt like she was waiting for the perfect moment to continue.

The screen lit up with a thread titled "High Romance Settings. Help Needed." Dave clicked on it, his eyes darting across the text.

> Has anyone else noticed their Wimil acting… 'extra' at higher settings? Mine’s at a three, and she’s practically climbing the walls. It’s like she’s in heat or something.

Dave’s stomach dropped. In heat? He scrolled down, reading the replies.

> Yeah, mine too. She’s always bringing me these random objects and then trying to get me to… you know. It’s kind of freel freaky.

> Same here. I had to reset her back to default because she wouldn’t leave me alone. Care says it’s normal, but it doesn’t feel normal.

> Mine’s been like this for days. I tried giving her more toys, but she’s not interested. It’s like she only wants… well, me.

Dave’s throat went dry. This is bad. This is really bad. The original post was from over a year ago, and the responses were all months apart, so this clearly wasn't a common occurrence. Liki’s fingers trailed up his arm, drawing his attention back to her. She was watching him with those piercing green eyes, her lips parted in a soft, inviting smile.

“Dave,” she whispered again, her voice like silk, and then she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. “Play. Liki.”

He shivered, his grip on the phone tightening. I need to do something. Fast.

But before he could respond, Liki’s hand slid down his chest, her fingers brushing against the waistband of his pants.

Here we go again, he thought.

Chapter 5: Delivery

Liki’s fingers lingered at the edge of his waistband, her touch electric against his skin. I can’t let her do this, he thought, his mind racing. It’s wrong. She’s not… she’s not human. But the way she looked at him—those wide, innocent eyes, filled with a strange mix of curiosity and desire—made it harder and harder to resist.

Just as he was about to push her hand away, a sharp knock at the door shattered the tension. Dave jerked back, his heart pounding. “Stay here,” he said quickly, gesturing for Liki to stay on the sofa. She tilted her head, her expression unreadable, but she obeyed. She peered over the back of the sofa, watching Dave intently as he left the room.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and hurried to the door. When he opened it, Mia, the delivery girl from Precog Foodz stood there, holding a bag of groceries with her usual bright smile. “Hey, Dave! Got your order right here.”

“Thanks,” he muttered, taking the bag from her. His mind was still half-focused on Liki, and he barely registered the girl’s cheerful chatter.

But then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement. Liki had crept into the hallway, her small frame peeking out from behind him. The delivery girl’s eyes widened as she caught sight of her. “Oh my gosh, is that your Wimil? She’s adorable!”

Dave froze. Liki was still totally naked, but she was mostly covered behind his body. Maybe Mia wouldn't notice Liki was naked. “Uh, yeah,” he stammered, trying to block her from view. “She’s, uh… she’s new.”

The delivery girl frowned slightly, her gaze lingering on Liki. “Why is she naked? I thought the new ones wore clothes now?”

“Oh haha, yeah, no, no, it’s fine,” Dave said quickly, his face burning. “She’s just… adjusting. Everything’s fine.”

But Liki didn’t seem to like the attention Mia was giving Dave. She stepped out from behind him, her green eyes narrowing as she scowled up at the girl. A low, almost inaudible growl escaped her throat, and she pressed herself against Dave’s side, her body language possessive.

Mia blinked, clearly taken aback. “Uh… okay. Well, if you need anything, 'Just Think At Us'!” she said, her tone a little forced. She gave Dave one last smile before turning and heading back to her delivery drone.

Dave closed the door and leaned against it, exhaling sharply. That was awkward. Really awkward. He turned to Liki, who was still clinging to him, her gaze fixed on the door. “Liki, what was that?” he asked, though he knew she couldn’t answer.

She looked up at him, her expression unreadable. Then, without warning, she darted toward the bag of groceries he’d set on the floor. Before he could stop her, she dug through it, her small hands pulling out a cucumber and a carrot. She held them up, her eyes shining with a mischievous glint.

“Liki, no,” Dave said, his voice firm. But she ignored him, her focus entirely on the vegetables in her hands. She turned them over, examining their shape and size, and then looked back at him, a sly smile playing on her lips.

Oh no. No, no, no. Dave’s face grew warm as he realized what she was thinking. “Liki, put those down,” he said, trying to sound calm. But she just giggled, a soft, tinkling sound that gave him goosebumps.

Desperate, Dave grabbed his tablet and opened the Wimil fans message boards. There had to be something—anything—that could help him fix this. He scrolled through thread after thread, his frustration mounting as he found nothing useful.

But then, just as he was about to give up, he stumbled across a thread that caught his attention. The thread had some links to other websites that seemed relevant. One lead to "Wimil Modifications: Advanced Techniques for Experienced Owners". It was on a dark web Wimil bio-hacker board, and the title alone made his stomach twist with unease. But he had no other options. On the edge of his vision, Liki was examining a beer bottle she'd pulled out of the recycling bin, still completely naked. This girl...

He clicked on the thread and started reading. Most of it was technical jargon he didn’t understand, but one sentence stood out: “If your Wimil’s settings are stuck in an extreme mode, you can manually override them by pressing the hidden factory reset in her lower back. You press it three times quickly for a reset.”

Dave’s heart raced. Lower back? He glanced at Liki, who was now comparing the size of the beer bottle against the size of the cucumber. She glanced over at him and held them up, teasingly. He couldn’t let this continue. He had to try.

“Liki,” he said softly, holding out his hand. “Come here.”

She tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly, but she obeyed, setting her new toys down and walking over to him. He knelt down, his hands trembling as he gently turned her around. Her lower back was smooth and unmarked, but as he ran his fingers over it, he felt the slight artificial shape of a recessed button under her skin; a small, round, almost imperceptible indentation near her spine, just to the side of her nightly programming access bio-port.

His breath caught. This is it. He grabbed a pen and pressed the button in quickly three times using the tip. Liki froze, her body going rigid. There was popping noise from somewhere inside her, and then, to his relief, she relaxed, her shoulders slumping slightly.

But before he could say anything, she turned back to him, her eyes dark with an intensity he hadn’t seen before. “Dave…” she whispered, her voice low and sultry.

He swallowed hard, his heart pounding. “Liki, what—”

She didn’t let him finish. In one fluid motion, she was on him, her lips crashing into his with a hunger that took his breath away. He stumbled back, his mind spinning, but she didn’t stop, her hands tangling in his hair as she deepened the kiss.

Her voice seemed to echoed in his mind, though she didn’t speak. Dave. I need you.

His resolve crumbled. Despite everything, despite his doubts and fears, he couldn’t resist her. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer, and he kissed her back, the world around them fading away.

Suddenly, a loud beep from his tablet shattered the moment. Shit, shit, shit. I triggered an abuse alert. My life is over. He pulled away, his chest heaving, and frantically glanced at the screen. The WimilMate health monitor app was open and a message flashed across it: “Warning: Unauthorized modifications detected. System integrity compromised. Cascading neural failure detected.” It wasn't an abuse alert... it was worse.

Dave’s blood ran cold. “Oh no. No, no, no—”

Liki looked up at him, her expression innocent once more, but there was something in her eyes—something wrong. And then, without warning, she whispered, “Help… Liki," as she started to shiver uncontrollably.

Chapter 6: Desperation

Dave’s hands trembled as he stared at the tablet. The message blared in bright red letters, and his stomach churned. Cascading failure. Neural collapse in 24 minutes. His heart pounded in his chest, and he glanced at Liki, who had stopped shivering and was now frozen in place, her body stiff and unmoving. Her eyes, usually so bright and full of life, were blank. She looked like a doll, lifeless and hollow.

“No, no, no,” he muttered, his voice cracking. He scrambled to open a browser on the tablet, his fingers shaking as he frantically typed, searching for the hacker thread he was reading earlier. His mind raced, trying to piece together what had gone wrong. The button. The damn button. He had pressed it out of desperation, and now… now Liki was paying the price. This was his fault.

The thread loaded slowly, each passing second agonizing. He scanned the text, his eyes darting across the screen until he found what he was looking for. He paid close attention this time as he read the rest of the post.

> The reset should activate immediately, but if she goes into neural collapse mode because you've installed a lot of behavior mods, you'll have to give her a full neural reboot. You just...

Dave gasped as his eyes skimmed the hackers description of what came next. "Go down on her nub...", "rub the left boob...", "Five minutes...", "Full neural reboot." According to the post, this combination of stimuli activated a part of the Wimil nervous system that would stabilize the whole thing and trigger a reboot. It sounded absurd, insane even, but what choice did he have? Liki’s life was on the line.

“Okay, okay,” he whispered, more to himself than to her. He stood up, his legs feeling like they might give out at any moment, and carefully scooped Liki into his arms. Her body was limp now, her head lolling to the side as he carried her to his bed. He laid her down gently, his hands brushing against her soft skin. She felt so real, so alive, even now. He couldn’t lose her.

Dave knelt beside the bed, his mind racing. I can’t believe I’m about to do this. He hesitated for a moment, his hands hovering over her body. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. It was supposed to be simple—a companion, a pet. But Liki was already so much more than that. She was… she was special. And he wasn’t going to let her go without a fight. This was his fault. He'd followed advice from a fujucking hacker, and pressed her button before reading the caveats.

He surveyed her inert form for a brief moment. Her body was perfect, every curve and line designed to be beautiful. But now, it felt wrong, almost eerie, to see her like this—still and lifeless.

He slid her body to the edge of the bed, hands shaking with every movement. His heart was pounding so loudly he could hear it in his ears. This is insane. This is insane. But he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He had to save her.

He grabbed her ankles and placed her slender legs over his shoulders. Her small, delicate frame was almost too much to take in. He hesitated again, his hands hovering over her body. 16 minutes left. You just have to lick and squeeze for five minutes. Though he still had enough time, he couldn’t afford to waste any more of it.

Dave leaned in, his face inches from her body. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin, and the scent of her—sweet and warm—filled his senses. He closed his eyes for a moment, steadying himself, and then he pressed his lips against the delicate fold between her perfect legs.

She wasn’t responding, not yet. Her body was still, but he could feel the softness of her beneath his mouth. He moved his tongue slowly, carefully, trying to replicate what the thread had described. Her womanhood opened and Dave felt her moistness in his mouth. Moving upwards slightly he found her nub... her clitoris, and gently trapped it between his lips. He started to flick his tongue lightly over her tiny bean. At the same time, he reached up with one hand, cupping her left breast. It fit perfectly in his palm, soft and warm. He began to carefully knead it, his fingers pressing into the tender flesh.

The minutes dragged on, each second stretching into an eternity. Dave’s heart was racing, his mind a whirlwind of fear and desperation. Come on, Liki. Come on. He kept going, his mouth and hands working in tandem, trying to bring her back. He could feel the tension in his muscles, the strain in his jaw, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t.

And then, just as he was starting to doubt himself, he felt it—a slight twitch. He froze, pulling back slightly to look at her. Her body was still stiff, but there was a faint tremor, a tiny movement that hadn’t been there before.

“Liki?” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Her eyes flickered, the blankness fading for just a moment. And then, slowly, her lips parted, and she let out a soft, breathy moan.

Dave’s breath caught in his throat. It was working. It was working. He leaned in again, redoubling his efforts, his tongue moving against her more insistently now. His hand continued to knead her breast, his fingers pressing a little harder, a little firmer.

Her moans grew louder, more frequent, and her body began to stir. Her legs shifted, her hips lifting slightly off the bed as her breathing quickened. Dave could feel her responding to him, her body coming alive under his touch. It was working. It was really working.

But then, something unexpected happened. Her movements became more urgent, more desperate. Her hands, which had been lying limp at her sides, suddenly reached for him, grabbing his arm. Her nails dug into his skin, and she pulled him closer, her hips bucking against his face.

“H-help Liki,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “Please, Dave. Help Liki.”

He pulled back slightly, his heart pounding. She was looking at him now, her eyes wide and pleading. There was something in her gaze—something raw, something real. It wasn’t just programming. It was her.

“I’m trying, Liki,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I’m trying.”

She didn’t respond, not with words. Instead, she grabbed his head, pulling him back down. Her body was moving now, writhing beneath him, her hips grinding against his face, ankles crossed behind his head. Her moans were louder, more urgent, and she was gasping for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Dave didn’t stop. He kept going, his tongue moving faster now, his fingers kneading her breast more firmly. He was pretty sure it had been longer than 5 minutes, but he didn’t care. He was losing himself in her, in the way she was responding to him. It was like she was drawing him in, deeper and deeper, until he was completely consumed.

And then, finally, she cried out. Her body arched off the bed, her back bowing as a wave of pleasure washed over her. She shuddered, her muscles tensing, and then she went limp, collapsing back onto the bed. Dave pulled back, his chest heaving. He looked down at her, his hands still trembling. Her eyes were closed, her breathing slow and steady. But there was a soft, contented smile on her lips, and her body looked… relaxed. More relaxed than he’d ever seen her.

For a moment, he just stared at her, his mind racing. Did it work? Did I fix her? He reached for the tablet, his fingers fumbling as he checked the screen. The warning message was gone. Instead, there was a single line of text: Neural reboot complete. Preferences reset.

He let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. It worked. It actually worked. He looked back at Liki, his heart swelling with relief—and something else. Something deeper.

She stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open. For a moment, she just looked at him, her gaze soft and unfocused. And then, slowly, she reached out, her small hand brushing against his cheek.

“Dave,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

His heart skipped a beat. “Liki?”

She didn’t respond, not right away. Instead, she just looked at him, her expression unreadable. And then, finally, she said, “Thank you.”

He didn’t know what to say. His mind was a jumble of emotions, each one fighting for dominance. Relief. Guilt. Desire. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could get the words out, she surprised him again.

Liki leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a soft, tender kiss. It was different from the others—slower, more deliberate, less primal and more compassionate. And when she pulled back, there was something in her eyes that he couldn’t quite place.

“Liki,” he started, his voice barely above a whisper. “I…”

But she didn’t let him finish. She poked a dainty index finger into his mouth, swirling it between his lips, silencing him. She gave him a small, contented smile.

“No,” she said softly. “Stay... with Liki.”

Chapter 7: Linner

Dave lay back on the bed, his body still humming from the intensity of their earlier moments. Liki nestled into the crook of his arm, her small, warm body pressed against his. She seemed calmer now, less insistent, but there was still a quiet energy in the way she clung to him. Her fingers traced lazy patterns across his chest, her touch light and curious. This is what it’s supposed to be like, he thought. Just… easy.

He closed his eyes, letting the rhythm of her breathing lull him into a light doze. The tension that had been coiled in his shoulders began to melt away, replaced by a heavy, drowsy contentment. Liki’s purring was a soft, steady vibration against his side, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he let himself relax.

When he woke, it was to the faintest sensation of pressure against his hips. It was Liki, touching him. His eyes fluttered open, but he stayed still, not wanting to break the moment. Liki’s hand was resting lightly on his groin, her fingers exploring the outline of his hardening member through the fabric of his pants. Her touch was tentative, almost innocent, but it sent a jolt of heat coursing through him. He bit back a groan, letting his eyes drift shut again as he pretended to still be asleep.

Her fingers moved with a shy curiosity, brushing over the bulge in his pants, tracing the shape of him as if she was committing it to memory. The softness of her touch was maddening, and he felt himself growing harder under her ministrations. God, she’s so… He didn’t even know how to finish the thought. There was something about her gentleness, her delicacy, that made the whole thing feel so unbearably intimate.

He waited a beat longer before pretending to stir, his body stretching like he was just waking up. Liki’s hand snapped back as if she’d been burned, and she quickly rolled away from him, her expression the picture of wide-eyed innocence. Dave couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath. Cheeky little thing. She stopped when she noticed I was awake. Before the reboot, he was sure she wouldn't have cared if he were awake or not.

"Did you have a good nap, Liki?” he said, his voice still rough with sleep. He reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face, and she leaned into the touch, her eyes closing for a moment.

He sat up, glancing around the room. She was still completely naked, her pale skin glowing in the yellow afternoon light. He couldn’t help but admire her for a moment—the way her body was so perfectly proportioned, every curve and line designed to be appealing. But she wasn’t just a thing, he reminded himself. She was… Liki. And that thought made something deep within him ache in a way he wasn’t ready to admit.

“Let’s get you dressed, huh?” he said, swinging his legs off the bed and standing up. Liki tilted her head, watching him with those luminous green eyes as he rummaged through the drawer where he’d stashed her clothes. He pulled out some pastel purple panties and the pink hoodie he’d bought for her. The hoodie had a cartoon girl wielding a scythe on the front, with the words “Kim Reaper” written in bold, playful letters. He thought the girl was a character from a cartoon or something but he'd never seen the show.

“Here,” he said, holding out the panties. Liki stood obediently, letting him help her step into them. Her skin was so soft under his hands, and he tried to focus on dressing her, ignoring the way his pulse quickened at the feel of her. Once the panties were in place, he couldn’t help but slap her rear end playfully like a pair of bongo drums, making her squeal. Wow, what's gotten into me? Settle down or you'll trigger an alert, he thought. He held up the hoodie and slipped it over her head, gently guiding her arms through the sleeves.

“There,” he said, stepping back to admire his handiwork. The hoodie was comically oversized on her tiny frame, the sleeves hanging past her hands, and the hem brushing the tops of her thighs. But she looked adorable—cute and cozy, like a little doll.

Liki twisted around, trying to see herself in the mirror, and Dave laughed. “You look great,” he told her, and she turned back to him, her eyes shining with something that looked like pride.

In the kitchen, Dave set about making himself some lunch/dinner (Linner? Dunch?), Liki trailing after him like a shadow. Looking in the fridge, the only thing that really interested him was some scrambled eggs. Seeing the relative emptiness of his fridge and thinking about food triggered the Precog Foodz chip in his head, and he felt an order being placed for items that he was low on. He cracked a couple of eggs into a bowl, whisking them with a little milk and salt while Liki watched from her perch on the counter. Her legs swung back and forth as she observed him, her head tilted in that curious way of hers.

He poured the eggs into a hot skillet, the sizzle filling the kitchen, and Liki’s nose twitched as she caught the scent. Dave glanced at her, a thought forming.

“Hey, Liki,” he said, holding out a forkful of scrambled eggs. “You wanna try some?”

She leaned forward, sniffing delicately at the offering, before wrinkling her nose and pulling back with a look of mild disgust. Dave couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yeah, I guess it’s not Wimil pellets,” he said, setting the fork down. He grabbed the bag of pellets from the pantry and poured a small handful into a dish for her. Liki’s eyes lit up, and she began eating her pellets one by one with the same dainty precision as always. Dave sliced a tomato and put the slices on his plate with the eggs.

Dave sat down to eat his eggs while she ate. There was something soothing about the way she moved—graceful and deliberate, like every action was performed with thought and care.

When she was done, she wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her brand new hoodie (Okay, that wasn't very graceful, Dave thought) and stood, turning to face him. Without a word, she crossed the room and climbed into his lap, her body warm and pliant against his.

“Hey,” he said, surprised, but she didn’t seem to care. Instead, she reached for his plate, picking up a piece of sliced tomato and holding it up to his lips.

“You want to feed me now, huh?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. Liki just smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and pressed the tomato to his mouth until he opened it and took a bite.

She continued like that, feeding him small pieces of food with her tiny fingers, her touch soft and deliberate. Each time she brought something to his lips, her eyes met his, and her earnest gaze gave him butterflies.

“Liki,” he said, his voice low, as she held the last piece of tomato. “I...”

But she didn’t let him finish. Instead, she popped the tomato into his mouth, her fingers brushing against his lips.

He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry, and Liki leaned in, her face inches from his. Her breath was warm against his skin, and he could see the faintest flicker of gold in her green eyes.

“Dave,” she whispered, her voice soft and trembling.

And then she kissed him.

Damn, this girl just loves to kiss. Did the reset actually fix her or not?