Isis’s Morning

Was it because of the hectic sex? Isis’s master woke up a little earlier than usual.

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

If she had been caught holding his soft hand and stroking the back of it with her thumb, even Isis would have strained her thought circuits trying to come up with an excuse.

It didn’t take long for his drowsy eyes to snap open.

Isis’s master was startled and jumped up, which was a natural reaction considering he had collapsed and fallen asleep during their encounter the previous day.

He groped for the bedding with his hand. Isis felt an inexplicable displeasure at his actions, as if he wished what had happened yesterday was just a dream.

Soon, his gaze turned to her, and Isis gave a soft smile. She didn’t yet understand the feeling of smiling, but when she looked at him, she felt like she should make that face.

“Good morning, Master. You’re up earlier than usual.”

Isis wanted to ask something else, but she decided there was no reason to upset him unnecessarily.

She gently lowered the master’s finger pointing at herself and leaned forward, displaying the traces of yesterday that she had deliberately not wiped away like a badge of honor.

Isis swept his hair back with her hand, revealing his fair and cute face.

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

“I have confirmed that Master’s stress level has significantly decreased due to yesterday’s activities.”

“I will periodically manage Master’s stress from now on.”

She informed him in a decisive tone, as if expecting no objections.

Then, naturally, she leaned closer and pressed her lips to his ear.

She finally brought up the words she had been hesitant to say until just now.

“Master… didn’t you enjoy it too?”

Isis closed her eyes for a moment, calculating that it wasn’t the right choice to look at her master’s face right now.

“……..”

The master didn’t say anything in response to her provocative and seductive words.

Was he in a bad mood? Isis slowly moved away from her master and opened her closed eyes.

She captured the master’s appearance in her visual sensors.

She observed the temperature of his breath, the subtle tremors in his muscles, the dilation of his pupils, the angle of his lips, and the angle of his eyebrows.

She applied it to her database and analyzed his expression.

Fortunately, the master was not angry.

His expression was similar to anger, but it was closer to embarrassment than rage.

“Yeah, how could I not enjoy it when you were grabbing and shaking like that.”

There was a hint of embarrassment at the end of his blunt tone.

Isis took it as a positive sign.

“If you were burdened by the number, I will reduce the number of individuals. I only did it because I obtained information that boys of Master’s age have a fantasy of doing it with multiple people.”

“Where do you get that information?”

“It was from surveys in past adult magazines such as Maxim and Spark. ‘Asking the Youth, Top 10 Sexual Fantasies They Want to Try.'”

“So group sex was number one?”

“Yes. For reference, number two was group sex after dressing up as a woman.”

“This civilization deserved to be destroyed. It’s just like Sodom and Gomorrah.”

He muttered, pressing his temples. It was an action he took when he was in a bad mood or faced with an absurd situation.

“I created a situation that Master would like based on that data. However, since it seems that Master does not want it, I will create a normal situation.”

“What do you mean by normal?”

He asked for confirmation after drinking the cold water Isis handed him.

“Of course, a one-on-one relationship.”

“Isn’t there an option not to do it?”

“No. It is essential for Master’s stress relief.”

Isis was unyielding. Isis’s master expressed his discomfort with a small shrug.

“Therefore, Master, please tell me. Among the individuals from yesterday, which appearance was most to Master’s taste?”

“Any appearance is fine. If it’s ambiguous, just rotate them.”

“I cannot do that. I have a duty to embody the ideal female form that Master desires. Perhaps, is Master the type who gets excited by any female body?”

His expression twisted at Isis’s sharp words.

“Why are you talking like that? Why are you angry?”

“Are you saying that I, an AI, am angry? That is not a logically valid statement.”

Isis narrowed her eyes and looked at him.

“Then please tell me. Which individual was to Master’s taste?”

The question was as persistent as a lioness biting the neck of a gazelle.

Isis’s master pressed his temples and lay back down on the bed. He pulled the blanket over his head, turned his back to Isis, and turned to the side.

“Master?”

“Just, you do it. Not other appearances, just that appearance. Just you come. If we have to do it.”

It was a dismissive remark, pushing Isis away, but Isis stopped moving for a moment as if she had received an electric shock.

“To confirm, are you saying you want this body type?”

“…Yeah. No need to change my hair or body. Just you, just come as you are. If we have to do it.”

“Confirmed. From now on, Master’s sexual desire management…”

“Stress management.”

He quickly corrected her.

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

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

At the same time, the other Isis scattered on the bed stood up all at once.

“Then, please get some more sleep while I prepare breakfast.”

The other Isis went outside, and Isis said to her master.

Peeking out, the master’s face came out of the blanket and looked at Isis.

“But you… why are you smiling?”

The master narrowed his eyes and examined Isis’s face.

“I am not smiling.”

Isis turned her body, denied it, and followed the Isis who had gone ahead and left the room.

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

“…Am I still half asleep…”

He thought that Isis’s footsteps leaving the room seemed strangely excited.

And as Isis said, that morning’s meal was full of only his favorite dishes.

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

“It’s not like I can go outside… all I can do is wander around the building.”

“I understand that you have time.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Yes, it is a task that takes quite a bit of time.”

“What is it?”

The master asked, putting bacon in his mouth.

“Do you like customizing things?”

“Customizing? Like decorating faces and bodies?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Why customizing all of a sudden? You’re not trying to make a new body again, are you? Like I said before, I just like the way you look now.”

“As Master said, it is true that I am making a new body. But it is not a body that I will use.”

“Not a body you’re going to use? Then where?”

He asked casually, putting scrambled eggs in his mouth and chewing.

“I’ll tell you that later.”

Isis casually promised for next time.