The Nature of Possession chapter 345

345 – EP.12 Morning of Isis

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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 of his hand 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 by thinking of excuses.

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

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

He traced 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.

When his gaze finally turned to her, Isis smiled softly. He didn’t know if he wanted to smile yet, but when he saw him, he felt like he had to make that face.

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

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

Slowly lowering his master’s finger pointing towards him, Isis bent his body forward. He showed off the traces of yesterday that he deliberately left unpolished like a medal.

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

For some reason, Isis added that face to her memory.

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

“From now on, I will manage the master’s stress on a regular basis.”

Notice is given in a assertive tone, as if not receiving any refutation.

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

He finally says something that he didn’t want to say 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.

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“…….”

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

Perhaps she was in a bad mood? Isis slowly moved away from her master. And then he opened his 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 could it be bad to hold it and shake it like that?”

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

Isis took it as a positive sign.

“If you felt burdened by the large number, we will try to reduce the number. I just did that because I received information that boys of the master’s age dream of playing in groups.”

“Where do you get that information?”

“This was the result of an interview from past adult magazines such as Maxim and Spark. Ask the youth, Top 10 s*xual fantasies you definitely want to try.”

“So group orgy is number one?”

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

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

He pressed his temples and muttered. This was his behavior when he was in a bad mood or faced with an absurd 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, I will create a normal situation.”

“What if it’s average?”

After drinking the cold water given by Isis, he asked to confirm.

“Of course it’s a one-to-one relationship.”

“Is there no option not to do it?”

“No. It is absolutely necessary to relieve the Master’s stress.”

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

“So, Master, please tell us. Of the objects we did yesterday, which one was your favorite?”

“It doesn’t matter what appearance it is. If it’s ambiguous, just rotate it.”

“I can’t do that. 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 makes no logical sense.”

Isis looked at him, narrowing her eyes.

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

The question was as persistent as a lioness biting an antelope’s neck.

The Master of Isis lay down on the bed again, pressing his temples. Raising the blanket all the way over his head, he turned on his side, showing his back to Isis.

“Master?”

“Just do it. Don’t look different, just the way you are.”

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

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

“…Okay. There’s no need to change your hair or body for no reason. Just come with just you. If you’re going to do it.”

“Confirmed. From now on, we will manage Master’s s*xual desires…”

“Stress management.”

He quickly corrected his words.

“I will only manage stress 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 sleep while I prepare breakfast.”

The other Isis headed outside, and Isis spoke to the owner.

The owner’s face came out from the blanket and looked at Isis.

“But you… Why are you smiling?”

The master narrowed his eyes and studied Isis’ face.

“I don’t laugh.”

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

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

“…I guess I didn’t wake up…”

He thought that Isis seemed strangely excited when 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 don’t mind.”

“What are you doing?”

“Yes, it is quite a time-consuming task.”

“What’s wrong?”

The owner asked while putting bacon into his mouth.

“Do you like customization?”

“Customization? Is it something like decorating the face or body shape?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Why the sudden customization? You’re not trying to make a new body again, are you? As I said before, I just like the way it looks now.”

“It is true that we are building a new body as the Master said, but it is not the body I will use.”

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

He put some scrambled eggs into his mouth and mumbled, asking casually.

“I’ll tell you about that later.”

Isis also casually promised the following.