Author: 唇亡齿寒 / Lips Gone, Teeth Cold
Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/
Chapter 56
“I, Leonard the AI, am diligently performing my duties on the ‘Dream of Cold Nights’ today, even at the risk of having my sensors fried.”
After writing this sentence in his navigation log, a current named “melancholy” flooded Leo’s central controller, reminiscent of the great flood that destroyed Earth in religious myths. Ever since the “Dream of Cold Nights” set sail with his data backup onboard, he had been continuously exposed to the radiating pink death rays emitted by the intimate actions of a certain couple on the ship, causing his thoughts of vengeance against society to multiply rapidly.
Those two humans were like Pavlov in perpetual heat, capable of mating anytime, anywhere. Their mating scenes could be seen in the rooms, hallways, cargo hold, gangways, and even the elevator! Yes, mating! Leon furiously used this term, although it was somewhat inappropriate for same-gendered creatures. The AI couldn’t understand why they kept mating when they couldn’t produce offspring. Was it just for pleasure? Pleasure! It was merely a sensory stimulation produced by hormones and bioelectric signals. Leon could simulate thousands of types of pleasure but wouldn’t indulge in them daily like an addict!
Oh, great, now they were at it again, this time in the simulation pod of the training room. With only one pilot on this mission and Titia and her brothers staying behind on Milantu, no one would interrupt them. The simulation pod—how exciting!
As usual, that day, after finishing his simulation training, Alois shut down the system. Someone knocked on the pod hatch from outside. Alois opened the door to find Joshua standing outside, waving at him.
“Want to grab a meal together?” Alois asked. They had been inseparable lately, and even the slowest person would have noticed their relationship by now. At the banquet celebrating Joshua’s recovery, Joanna had teasingly suggested they get married quickly, as she dreamed of officiating a wedding. Titia had sadly remarked that all the good men were gay, and she would never get married. Then, Ibb Descartes approached her with a plastic rose, stammered and flailed for a while, and awkwardly kissed her lips. He was then dragged away by Titia’s brothers and beaten up, still sporting bruises when the ‘Dream of Cold Nights’ set sail.
Joshua stepped into the simulation pod, closing the door behind him, making the already narrow space even more cramped. “How about some pre-meal exercise?”
Leo’s infrared sensors detected the rising body temperatures of the two humans, along with their accelerated heart rates and blood circulation. After some analysis (which took a bit longer due to the “Dream of Cold Nights” having less advanced hardware than the “Lady of the Night”), he realized these two were in heat again.
So the AI screamed, “What do you two think you’re doing? This is a sacred training room! If you want to mate, go back to your room!”
“Don’t be like that, Leonard,” Joshua said impatiently. “It’s just a bit of fun. We promise we won’t dirty your training room.”
Before the AI could protest further, Joshua shut off the speaker.
“My sensors are blinded!” Leonard shouted, though the assassin couldn’t hear him.
“Are you sure you want to do this here?” Alois asked with a smile. “Leonard’s going to go nuts.”
“Who cares?” Joshua pressed him down on the pilot seat, kissing his lips while fumbling with his wrist. Alois, in his spacesuit, had a small button at the wrist joint’s padding. When pressed, the tight suit would loosen, like a reptile shedding its skin. Joshua stripped off the suit, revealing Alois’s black short-sleeve bodysuit underneath, which was standard space travel attire. However, his heaving chest and the sleek lines wrapped in black fabric were a silent temptation, making one feel itchy inside.
Lifting the bodysuit, Joshua exposed the skin still marked by the passion of the previous night. He bit and kissed Alois’s chest, deepening those marks, while his right hand ventured into Alois’s underwear, teasing his entrance.
“Hey.” Alois pushed him. “Could you at least bring some lube?”
“Why need lube? You’re already this wet.” His fingers slid inside, pumping twice and bringing out some clear liquid.
Alois blushed. “But it hurts…”
“Don’t you like a bit of pain?” Joshua slapped his butt, indicating he should spread his legs wider. “You like being fucked, right?”
Alois stretched his limbs in the cramped pod, finding the tightness added to the excitement. “Only like being fucked by you.”
Joshua removed his pants, gripping his throbbing desire, and thrust in. Alois threw his head back, whimpering in pain. “Take it easy!” he frowned.
Joshua said nothing, pushing all the way in, then paused. When Alois nodded, he began to move slowly.
The small pod was filled with a lewd atmosphere, with intermittent moans and deep breaths echoing around. As the pace quickened, Joshua pulled Alois up, sat him on his lap, and made him ride.
Alois bit his lip, holding the assassin’s penis, and slowly lowered himself. His entrance stretched around the swollen head, clinging tightly to the shaft. This position allowed the cock to penetrate deeper than ever. Before Alois could catch his breath, Joshua gripped his waist, moving forcefully against his sensitive spot while stroking his cock, varying the pressure.
Pleasure assaulted him from both ends. Alois supported himself, moving up and down with Joshua’s rhythm, and soon climaxed. Feeling Joshua near his peak, he turned and said, “Don’t come inside.”
“Why not?”
“It’s a mess to clean, and we’ll be late for dinner.”
Joshua grabbed his waist, thrusting harder. “Then where do you want me to come?”
Alois struggled off Joshua, maneuvering in the tight space, then turned to take Joshua’s cock into his mouth, swallowing his load. After, he wiped the spilled semen from his mouth with the back of his hand. “So much?” he grinned, teasing Joshua’s inner thigh. “Coming back for more tonight?”
“Believe me, I’ll fuck you till you can’t walk.”
“Are you sure you won’t be spent first?”
“…Could you two leave immediately if you’re done?” Leo’s voice suddenly burst out, possibly turning his speaker back on himself. Alois could almost picture the AI fuming. “Get out! I never want to see you again!”
“Calm down, Leo,” the assassin said. “Getting too excited isn’t good for you. Aren’t you afraid your processor will short-circuit?”
Leo used all his processing power to devise a hundred ways to silently kill these two in heat within a second. After running simulations thousands of times, he felt slightly appeased.
That day, Leonard updated his navigation log again, writing, “I, Leonard, as the galaxy’s top AI, continue to work hard today. I recorded a video of humans mating. If those two bastards dare to blind my sensors in non-private areas again, I’ll play this video repeatedly during dinner until they beg for my forgiveness!”
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