The Luxury of Pleasure
After escaping the cramped car, I returned home after several hours. The moment I stepped through the entrance and into the living room, I claimed Min-jeong’s lips. Despite the sudden kiss, she showed no surprise whatsoever, casually slipping her tongue into my mouth as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Her clothes, stripped away as we entered the living room, lay scattered across the floor. I placed my hand on her large, soft buttocks, barely concealed by the underwear that revealed the director’s perverse tastes. It felt like kneading a soft, oversized rice cake. I sank onto the sofa, strength draining from my body. Was it because of the open wound? …Well, what did it matter?
“…Min-jeong, stand over there.”
“Yes, understood, Doctor.”
Min-jeong stood at attention, fully exposing the most private parts of her body—parts no one else should ever see. She still wore underwear, but the garments failed to cover her, instead shamelessly accentuating her exposed pussy and breasts.
“…Min-jeong, aren’t you embarrassed?”
“…? I do not understand the question.”
She remained perfectly still, only blinking her eyelids as she voiced her confusion. Of course. The old Min-jeong would never have attempted something like this out of sheer embarrassment.
“…Then tell me about your current modified state.”
“Yes, understood. Serial number: FBW-04. Unit designation: Cheon Min-jeong. Current handler: Doctor Jeong A-un. The personality of the previous unit, Cheon Min-jeong, has been completely erased. There is zero probability of recovery for the personality lost to the Flower. Therefore, please feel at ease and make full use of me, FBW-04.”
“Excellent. I like that.”
Her voice carried no trace of emotion, reporting in a perfectly mechanical, even tone. I clapped my hands and rose from the sofa. Losing the woman who had consumed the Power Source to Chan-woo stung, but now that I had reclaimed you, none of that mattered.
I pushed my aching body up and approached her.
“Min-jeong, spread your legs.”
“Yes, understood.”
By the time I stood before her, she had obediently parted her thighs wide, revealing her crotch. I reached out and touched her there.
“…It seems a little wet. From what we did in the car earlier?”
“Yes. According to the sexual processing instruction file loaded into this unit’s artificial brain, a certain level of sexual stimulation triggers the secretion of lubricating fluid to facilitate smooth sexual processing—”
“That’s too much trouble… Just get wetter, quickly. I want to finish fast and rest.”
“Command confirmed. Initiating forced arousal. …Hngh…♡”
At my single command, her hips jerked and thick fluid gushed from her pussy, the heat of it coating my fingers.
“…I created you, yet you’re still impressive.”
I rubbed her dripping entrance, found the opening, and slid one finger inside. Her once-virgin hole, so tight until moments ago, now welcomed my finger with folds drenched in sticky lubricant, wrapping around it pleasurably. Just as she had said—like a hole created solely for sexual processing.
“Good, Min-jeong. Now turn your hips this way.”
“Yes, understood. Please enjoy the sexual processing using my female genitalia.”
She kept her legs spread and turned, presenting her ass toward me. Between the cheeks she held apart, her pussy continued to drip, the liquid sparkling as it fell onto the marble floor.
I unzipped my pants, pulled out my erect cock, and pressed the head against her entrance. She was so wet that the moisture was immediately apparent the moment I touched her. The hot, sticky fluid coated the tip and ran down the shaft, sending faint sparks of pleasure through me even before penetration.
“…Ha, haha… Already begging for it…”
Her emotionless eyes looked back at me, and for a moment the image of the human Min-jeong overlapped with her. Startled, I rubbed my eyes and looked again. The sight of something wearing Min-jeong’s face spreading her legs for me drew a hollow laugh from my lips.
I liked you too, Min-jeong. Your diligence, your sincerity. If I had been a different kind of person, we might have built a family together. But I have an important role to fulfill now. Help me. Stay by my side.
The laughter that had been bubbling up finally subsided. I removed the hand covering my mouth, gripped her waist, and thrust all the way to the root in one motion.
“…Male organ insertion confirmed. Executing sexual processing pattern A using vaginal muscles. If an emergency occurs and you wish to force termination, please issue the command immediately. Beginning now.”
Min-jeong’s pussy began to move, undulating around my cock as she recited the dry precautions.
“…Ugh…!”
The overwhelming pleasure shooting up my spine made me hunch over. Paying no attention to my reaction, she continued moving her hips. Literally as if her sole purpose was to milk a man’s semen, she worked her inner walls, stroking every inch of my cock. Her face remained expressionless, staring blankly at the empty living room.
“…How is it, Doctor? If pattern A does not please you, I can switch to pattern B—”
“No, that’s fine.”
“Understood.”
“Min-jeong. Has your personality truly been completely erased?”
“Yes. The human personality of Cheon Min-jeong, used as the base for this unit, has been completely destroyed through modification.”
“I see.”
For a while I simply watched her move her hips in silence. It felt good—very good—but…
“Stop.”
“Yes. Halting sexual processing. Does it not please you?”
When I pulled out, my cock emerged with an obscene sound from her tight hole. It was still fully erect, glistening with her fluids, but she knelt before me, looking up as if wondering whether she had done something wrong.
There was nothing wrong. It had felt wonderful, and we could have finished quickly without wasting time. But somehow… finishing like this wouldn’t bring me satisfaction. The thought surprised me a little. Satisfaction? I didn’t have the luxury of time to indulge in such things.
Pleasure is one of the most essential components of what makes us human. Yet I believed I must not enjoy it. If I used this power for my own personal desires, how would I be any different from those humans? I am different. I am one of the few who have realized that truth. If even I change, who will save the humans living in this era?
Pleasure is a luxury I cannot afford. Yes… a luxury…
“Ugh… What are you doing right now, Min-jeong?”
“Lick… Cleaning Doctor’s male organ, which has been soiled by the fluids this unit secreted.”
“…I never gave that order.”
“…”
Perhaps I had lost too much blood—my head throbbed as I pressed a palm to my forehead, struggling to resist temptation. Startled by the rough sensation on my cock, I looked down to find Min-jeong licking me, cleaning off her own fluids with her tongue.
I had never issued such a command. So what was the problem? The Flower was still in the testing phase and had not been granted independent thought. All her actions were supposed to be under my control—her gait, physiological functions, blinking, even her breathing. Everything was reported to me and managed by me.
Yet this action was neither something I had ordered nor programmed. What on earth…
“Min-jeong…?”
“Yes, Doctor.”
Countless possibilities raced through my mind. Calculate. What is happening here? How strange.
“…”
Min-jeong is a failure. But a failure that comes remarkably close to perfection. That was my conclusion. A new human who had all the flaws of humanity erased and all its strengths amplified—that was the new form of humanity I had desired. Yet what moved her now was sexual desire, a primal human instinct. That wasn’t necessarily bad; no living being could prosper without it. But to think that the human instinct I believed I had completely erased still remained…
This was not the humanity I had sought. Yes, it wasn’t. Human flaws cannot be removed. They cannot be fixed—and they were never flaws to begin with. If humans lacked sexual desire, would our species have survived this long? More profoundly, why did evolution grant us pleasure from sexual intercourse rather than pain, fear, or disgust? Have you ever considered that? If the reason for our evolution was something “negative,” who would willingly engage in the act to propagate the species? The only reason is because it feels good.
“…Why didn’t I realize this sooner?”
There had never been any need to strip away human flaws. What I had thought were flaws weren’t flaws at all. Instead of trying to evolve by amplifying strengths, I should have turned weaknesses into strengths by supplementing them.
“…Haha, hahaha!!”
I had been heading in the wrong direction with my research from the very beginning. Why was I laughing? Because there was so much more to study now. If I pursued research in this new direction, how many things I had never known might I discover? The thought already filled me with excitement.
“Min-jeong.”
“Yes, Doctor.”
“Upload the artificial personality I am about to describe onto the backup personality pattern prepared for impersonating the human Cheon Min-jeong.”
“Yes, understood.”
“Upload personality patterns number 4, 9, 46, and 75.”
“Yes. Uploading the four specified artificial personalities.”
What did that mean? It meant I, too, was human. I might have my own flaws, but they were not the generalized flaws I had attributed to all humans. I had been human all along. It felt like being reborn. To this newly born self, I intended to grant the personal luxury of pleasure.
“…Personality upload complete. Shall I apply it immediately?”
“Yes. Apply it.”