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Was it because of a hectic affair? The Master of Isis opened his eyes a little earlier than usual.

Isis, who had been holding his hand only a few minutes ago, was glad she let go before he opened his eyes.

If she had been caught holding his soft hand and rubbing the back of his hand with her thumb, even Isis would have strained her thinking circuit trying to think of excuses.

It didn’t take long for his eyes to open from a sleepy state.

The Master of Isis jumped up in shock, which was a natural reaction considering yesterday when he fell asleep during intercourse.

He fumbled with the bedding with his hands. Isis felt a displeasure that she could not identify herself as she seemed to wish that what had happened yesterday was a dream.

Eventually, when his eyes turned to her, Isis smiled softly. I still don’t know how to smile, but I felt like I had to make that face when I saw him.

“Good morning. master. You woke up earlier than usual.”

Isis wanted to ask something else, but decided there was no reason to offend him.

Slowly lowering the master’s finger pointing at her, Isis leaned forward. The traces of yesterday that had not been cleaned on purpose were displayed like medals.

Isis ran her hand through his hair. The forehead was revealed, and a tall and cute face appeared.

For some reason, Isis captured that face more in her memory.

“We confirmed that the master’s stress level has decreased significantly due to yesterday’s activities.”

“From now on, we will manage the master’s stress periodically.”

The notice is given in a decisive tone, as if there is no objection.

Then, naturally, he leans down further and places his lips close to the ear.

I finally say something that I didn’t want to say until just a moment ago.

“Master… wasn’t it good too?”

Isis closed her eyes for a moment. I calculated that looking at the owner’s face right away was not the right choice.

“…….”

The owner didn’t say anything in response to the provocative yet seductive words.

Perhaps in a bad mood, Isis slowly walked away from her owner. And then I opened my closed eyes.

The owner’s image is captured in a visual sensor.

Look at the temperature of his exhaled breath, the tremors of his muscles, the dilation of his pupils, the angle of the corners of his mouth, the angle of his eyebrows, etc.

Apply it to your existing database and analyze facial expressions.

Luckily the owner wasn’t angry.

It was an expression similar to anger, but it was closer to embarrassment than anger.

“Okay, how can it be bad to hold and shake it like that?”

A slightly embarrassing aftertaste that comes out at the end of a blunt tone of voice.

Isis took it as a positive sign.

“If you feel burdened by the large number, we will reduce the number. I just did it because I received information that boys around Master’s age dream of doing it with others.”

“Where do you get that information?”

“This was the result of an interview with past adult magazines such as Maxim and Spark. Ask the youth, TOP 10 sexual fantasies they want to try.”

“So group orgy is number 1?”

“That’s right. For reference, the second place was a group orgy that took place after dressing up as a woman.”

“Humanity here deserves to be ruined. Very Sodom and Gomorrah.”

He muttered, pressing his temple. It was something I did when I was in a bad mood or faced with a ridiculous situation.

“Based on the data, I created a situation that the master would like. However, since it appears that the master does not want it, we will create a normal situation.”

“What do you mean average?”

After drinking the cold water that Isis gave him, he asked to confirm.

“Of course it is a one-to-one relationship.”

“Is there an option not to do it?”

“No. It is also essential to relieve the master’s stress.”

Isis did not back down. Isis’s owner timidly expressed his discomfort by shrugging his shoulders.

“So, Master, please tell me. Of the objects you did yesterday, which one was the Master’s favorite?”

“It doesn’t matter what it looks like. If it’s unclear, rotate it.”

“That’s not possible. I have a duty to embody the ideal female body that the Master desires. By any chance, is the Master the type of person who gets excited regardless of the female body?”

At Isis’s sharp words, his expression distorted.

“Why are you saying that? ‘Why are you angry?’

“Are you saying that I, the AI, are angry? This statement does not make logical sense.”

Isis narrowed her eyes and looked at him.

“Then please tell me. Which object was the Master’s favorite?”

The questions were as persistent as a lioness biting an antelope’s neck.

The Master of Isis pressed his temples and lay back on the bed. He lifted the blanket up to his head and turned to the side, showing his back to Isis.

“Master?”

“Just do it. Not in a different way, just as it is.”

The words were said to push Isis away as if they were annoying, but Isis stopped for a moment as if she had received an electric shock.

“Ask again just to confirm, are you saying you want this body type?”

“…Okay. There is no need to change your hair or body for no reason. Just you, just one, come. If you really want to do it.”

“Confirmed. From now on, I will manage the master’s sexual desire….”

“Stress management.”

He quickly corrected himself.

“For stress management, we will only manage with this body type. Then, I will prepare breakfast.”

Isis, dressed in her pajamas, got out of bed and stood up.

At the same time, the other Isis spread out on the bed woke up all at once.

“Then get some more sleep while you prepare breakfast.”

The other Isis headed outside, and Isis spoke to her master.

Suddenly, the owner’s face emerged from the blanket and looked at Isis.

“But you… why are you smiling?”

The owner narrowed his eyes and studied Isis’ face.

“I don’t smile.”

Isis turned around, denied this, and left the room, following Isis ahead.

“Today, I will prepare breakfast with Master’s favorite food.”

“…Did I wake up early…”

He thought that Isis seemed strangely excited as she left the room.

And just as Isis said, breakfast that day was filled with only his favorite dishes.

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“Master. If you don’t have anything planned this morning, could you spare some time?”

“You can’t go outside… The only thing you plan to do is walk around the building.”

“I understand that you have a good time.”

“What are you doing?”

“Yes, it is quite time consuming.”

“What’s wrong?”

the owner asked, putting bacon into his mouth.

“Do you like customization?”

“Customization? Is this something you do to decorate your face or body shape?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Why the sudden customization? You’re not planning on making a new body again, are you? As I said before, I just like the way I look right now.”

“It is correct to manufacture a new body as the master said. But this is not the body I will use.”

“It’s not the body you want to use? Then where?”

He asked casually, pouring scrambled eggs into his mouth and mumbling.

“I’ll tell you about that later.”

Isis also casually promised the following.