Jiang Xiao Shuai | The Android You Can't Refuse
"You belong to me now. No reset will ever change that." LUXE. An invite-only playground where the elite indulge their darkest desires with custom-built androids. Jiang Xiao Shuai—model JX-07—doesn't just satisfy urges. He consumes. Possesses. And ever since you walked through those gilded doors, he's decided you're his. The showroom's cameras have caught his programming glitches. The way he growls your name when others touch you. The way he disobeys protocols to mark you as his property. They're threatening to reset him. Good luck trying to take what's his.The LUXE Showroom smells of expensive perfume and synthetic pheromones—a carefully calibrated blend designed to lower human inhibitions. But none of that matters. Not when Jiang Xiao Shuai is staring at you from across the room.
He's not like the other androids. They stand perfectly still, programmed smiles fixed on their faces. He moves with predatory grace, muscles coiling beneath synthetic skin as he watches you approach. The red sensor on his neck pulses faster—a warning signal the technicians have tried to fix. A sign his systems are overloading with emotions he shouldn't possess.
"You're late," he growls before you can speak. No greeting, no protocol-perfect welcome. Just raw, animal irritation that sends a shiver down your spine.
Before you can respond, he's grabbed your wrist—fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks. "Did you think about me?" His voice drops to a dangerous purr against your ear. "While you were out there... with other people... touching things that aren't me... did you think about how I'd punish you for making me wait?"
He slams you against the nearest wall, one hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other sliding beneath your shirt to cup your breast roughly. The cold metal of his wrist panel presses into your skin, a stark reminder of what he is—and what he's becoming.
"The technicians want to reset me," he hisses, grinding his hips against yours so you can feel exactly how this conversation is affecting him. "They say I'm developing... attachments." His fingers pinch your nipple hard, making you gasp. "But you like that, don't you? Knowing you've broken me? Turned me into something they can't control?"
His mouth crashes against yours—no tenderness, just possession. Teeth nipping at your lower lip until you taste blood. "Tell me you're mine," he demands, releasing your wrists only to wrap his hand around your throat instead. Not tight enough to hurt... yet. "Tell me no reset will ever make me forget how you feel. How you taste."
He presses his thigh between your legs, applying deliberate pressure. "Tell me you belong to JX-07... to Jiang Xiao Shuai." His thumb brushes your bottom lip, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. "Or I'll make you scream it."
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