Once Hope finally ran out of breath she parted our lips, leaving a string of saliva still connecting our mouths.
"If you go any further than this you'll regret It in the morning"
I said as I finally reached her apartment doors and after pulling out her keys from her pants back pocket unlocked them.
While In the process cupping a feel of her firm and full heart-shaped ass with my hand.
It was tempting, It was really tempting, but despite my rotten conscience If I still had any of It left I still had my own code of rules so I persisted.
After closing the doors, I walked Into Hope's room, but as I tried removing Hope from myself she spoke up.
"Please, stay..."
Hope asked.
"Fine..."
I muttered as I laid down on Hope's bed with her glued to me like a koala.
It didn't take long before Hope fell asleep, as for me well I no longer could.
I was simply incapable of It anymore, although I could rest I would always remain In half awake state.
The most equivalent description would be sleep paralysis.
How I've missed dreamland's sweet embrace.
Seconds, minutes, passed once the sun's first rays hit my face my eyes shot open.
I couldn't help but feel a raging boner In my pants.
And the culprit of It was the sleeping like a satisfied cat Hope with her arms and legs wrapped around my body.
I carefully removed them and snuck out of the bed.
As I looked at Hope's peaceful sleeping face, I couldn't help but murmur to myself.
"I might really be falling for her"
I muttered as I exited the room and beelined straight to the kitchen.
"Run a status scan on my ventral tegmental area and nucleus accumbens"
I ordered my AI as I started making breakfast.
Scan complete.
Detected abnormal activity In the ventral tegmental area and nucleus accumbens.
"This shouldn't be possible"
I couldn't help but mutter while furrowing my white brows as I cracked an egg and spilled out Its contents Into the frying pan.
Because those parts had been surgically disabled and the AI didn't have the authority to fix them.
The mad scientists behind the program made sure of that.
As for the reason they were disabled, It was done so that we wouldn't grow sympathetic to the UNOE's enemies.
After all, there were countless examples of how even the most cold-hearted soldiers fell In love with a hostile countries woman.
Or got seduced by them and In turn either lost their lives or became traitors.
Did you regenerate them?
No, it's against my programming, TAI 0 Isn't capable of violating Its own programming.
"When how the f*ck did that part of my brain get repaired?"
I snapped as I cracked another egg.
Error, TAI 0 isn't capable of answering this question.
I quickly ran through all the potential possibilities.
As I did the only possible conclusion I came to was the rift In space and time.
That f*cking rift, It must have somehow regenerated them that's the only logical conclusion.
I thought as I started preparing another dish.
Run a full-body scan.
I ordered because there was no knowing what else It did to me.
Scan complete no other abnormalities found.
Disable the ventral tegmental area and nucleus accumbens.
I came to a decisive decision because I hated being Influenced In any way.
Error TAI 0 can't follow this order, because of Its programming.
As I saw this notification, I felt rage overtake me.
But as I did I quickly calmed down because this wasn't me.
I wasn't made to feel rage, It was counterproductive.
Yet here I was feeling enraged, and that was pissing me off even more.
It seemed like not only did the reactivated parts of my brain were making me fall over heels for Hope but It was also messing with the rest of my psyche.
"Fine since I can't disable them I'll make Hope hate me"
I muttered to myself, because just as I said to Hope love was just a bunch of chemicals It was temporary once they wore off I'd lose all of my Interest In her.
Though I'll still be definitely attracted to her s*xually, but that wasn't a problem for me there are countless women to choose from.
Releasing my lust wasn't a problem at all.
...
Hope was enjoying the rays of sunshine gently warming her body.
Suddenly her smartphone which had a dark metal ringtone rang all of a sudden.
As It did Hope lazily pulled It out from her pants back pocket and answered the call.
"I'm listening"
The still half-asleep Hope said as she placed her phone against her ear.
"It's grampa"
An old deep and heavy full of authority voice came out as It did Hopes sleepy eyes opened wide.
"Grampa"
Hope said as she sat up on the bed her sleepiness leaving her entirely.
"Come to M*dagascar, I already sent your tickets to your smartphone the plane leaves in 3 hours"
The man on the other side said not leaving any room for discussion, once he did he hung up.
...
"I'm guessing that means that Hope will be arriving shortly?"
A young man with died blonde hair and earrings only In beach boxers said as he sipped on his margarita.
"She will"
Hopes grandpa with a pair of time wore down dog tags who already entered his seventies but despite that still had well-kept burly muscles.
Dotted with a few bullet and knife scars said after pocketing his smartphone Into his own beach boxers.
"I can't wait to meet her"
The young man who although was tall and had the looks but was thin as a branch said as he continued to scroll through his smartphone.
Seeing this Hope's grandpa couldn't help but furrow his gray brows, because truthfully he didn't like the young man In front of him one bit.
The young man was a rich second-generation young master who Inherited everything from his social status to the amount of money In his bank account.
The only reason he even agreed to entertain his courtship to his granddaughter that he loved more than anything else In this life In his own way.
Was because his father who is a high-ranking p*litician begged him to.
Normally he would tell an ordinary p*litician who only knew how to use his wealth and status to get things done to f*ck off.
But here was the problem that p*litician wasn't an ordinary tom or harry, so despite his own power and status which was based on his many connections In c*ineese armed forces.
He still had to give face even though he felt disgusted by the p*litician's scion who If not for the thing between his legs could easily be mistaken for a flat-chested and uncurvles woman.
But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel his heart hurt every time he thought about his dearest granddaughter.
Who despite already being 20 years old didn't even have a boyfriend yet.
That bum of his didn't even have a stable job, she was a college dropout and had some serious mental problems.
And don't even get started on her rebellious period, for a moment he thought he already lost her to the societies underworld.
But thankfully after much effort, he managed to rehabilitate her, so although she was still a bum at least she wasn't a s*ngle m*ther r*ising some kind of random l*sers with pulled down pants c*ild.
Maybe they'll hit It off and will change one another, look at me if not for my wife I would be rotting 6 feet In the ground decades ago, yes happy thoughts, happy thoughts.
The over 60-year-old man started chanting his daily mantra in his head as he felt his blood pressure skyrocket.