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If someone were to ask why JcJenson put lips, (well, not lips in the traditional sense. It would be more accurate to call it a highly malleable and articulated material mesh capable of replicating any mouth shape and expression) on their drones, the short answer would be for marketing.
The long answer would involve a bit of a history lesson.
JcJenson worker drones (both domestic and industrial) looked very different on their first release. With a premolded static human like face.
These early models did very poorly sales wise. Customers complained that seeing a frozen smile while their unit talked was "creepy" and "off-putting."
Many variations were made in the oncoming years, each one adding a bit more expression to their faces. The company realized very fast that the public did not want a human looking face.
The simplified looking but highly advanced mouth plus emoting cartoony screen combo was the company's biggest success, skyrocketing their drone sales.
That's the reason drones had mouths. For better sales.
Not for this... depravity.
-----wTw-----You don't have to put on that red light-----wTw-----
Tessa's cold lips gently caress J's own as she holds her against the once polished wall of the manor.
One of her hands is under her chasis, lifting her weight like it's nothing while J's legs wrap around her waist.
J keeps her eyes closed.
Tessa's other hand is holding J's. Fingers interlocked together, thumb rubbing slow circles on the back of J's hand.
It's soft. And warm and tender.
J wishes it wasn't.
J wished it was rough. And violent and horrible. She wishes the hand holding her own was a crushing vice keeping her in place.
Tessa's lips leave J's. They move down, leaving a trail of sweet kisses all the way to her neck.
By all intents and purposes, no area of a worker drone's body was more or less sensitive than the other. The sensors on her hands worked exactly the same as the ones in her neck, her arms, her legs.
Her pelvis.
No such thing as erogenous zones in a robot, after all.
And yet, the action was so... intimate.
So perverted.
J shivers. Her back arches, the bare flexible silicon casing of her back rubbing against the wall. Her maid uniform was long discarded.
She can't help it. A moan escapes her lips.
"Playful giggle."
J's shiver turns into a full body flinch. Her moan dies, replaced with a fearful whimper.
She keeps her eyes closed.
The kisses on her neck turn into small, gentle nibbles.
"We are. So naughty."
J wishes so badly that Cyn's hold on her wasn't a gentle one. Because then she could use that as an excuse. She could pretend she struggled, that she pushed the other away.
But she can't.
Because she could never push Tessa away. She can't even push what's left of Tessa away.
"Look at. Me."
How many times had J shamefully dreamed of holding Tessa's hand? Of sharing gentle touches, hidden away in some corner of the manor?
How many times had she dreamed of Tessa's eyes looking down at her with the same kind of love that J felt for her?
"Look. At. Me."
J can't. She can't open her eyes. She can't bear to see those glowing, mocking Xs looking down at her instead.
She whimpers again.
Tessa's mouth leaves her neck.
"Disappointed sigh. You are. No fun. J."
And Tessa's hands let go of her. She takes a step away as J slides down the wall, shivering as she tries to cover her naked frame.
"Perhaps I should. Summon big. Brother N. I'm sure he. Would be more. Than happy. To assist me with my. Calibration."
J breathes hitches as she hears Cyn turn and start to limp away.
"W-wait!"
She can't. She can't let N- she can't let anyone touch Tessa. Not like that.
J struggles to her feet. Her legs shook so much that if it weren't for the wall behind her supporting most of her weight, she would have surely collapsed.
Opening her eyes is a thousand times harder.
But she does.
Cyn's yellow Xs glows as she grins down at her. Tessa's mouth was open unnaturally wide, displaying the custom fangs that replaced her original teeth.
The sutures on her skin showed no sign of healing, despite being a few weeks old already.
"I- I can do it. Just- just don't- I can do it. I can do it myself."
Tessa's eyes squint with the force of Cyn's smile.
"Insincere worry. Are you. Certain, J? I'm sure. That big brother. Won't mind. He loves doing. Anything."
It takes all of J's willpower to stand up straight and stop shaking. It takes even more to keep her eyes on Cyn's.
Cyn turns back. She approaches J and places Tessa's hand against her cheek, thumb gently caressing the edge of her screen.
J hates that it takes no effort for her to lean against the touch.
"Then let's keep playing, eh, J?~"
J starts shaking again.
She keeps shaking even long after Cyn is done playing with her.
-----wTw-----You don't have to wear that dress tonight-----wTw-----
J slams V against the drone's corpses that form the inner wall of the spire. The squad leader's left hand closes around V's right wrist, grip tight enough to dent the metal inwards, keeping her from swapping her hand for any of her weapons.
J's other hand was grabbing a fistful of V's hair, forcing her head back so she would look up at J looming over her.
V was smirking up at her.
Her legs circled J's waist. Her free hand, turned into claws, were digging deep into J's back.
"Missed me much? And here I thought we weren't going to do this again. Took your sweet time sending N on another dumb day long errand."
J glares down at her.
"Shut up."
She bashes their mouths together, shoving her tongue down V's throat.
Forcing her to swallow back the stupid "make me" remark before she could even say it.
She knows the routine by now. They've done this so many times, after all.
And every single time J promises herself, this one will be the last.
She lies to herself every single time.
But that's okay. J is a good liar.
She presses their bodies together so close that their cores can feel each other's heat.
V grinds her pelvis against J's a few times. The movement lifts her skirt, making their frames come in direct contact with each other. A muffled groan comes from their interlocked lips as the sensation washes over them.
Because of course that Cyn would give them bodies driven by urges and instincts.
Robots with erogenous zones. Such a ridiculous idea.
But Cyn always enjoyed making them squirm, one way or another.
J lets go of V's hair to grab her ass instead. She uses the hold as leverage to rub their crotches against each other
V arches her back, breaking the kiss and letting out a loud and frankly obscene moan.
Her claws dig deeper into J's back.
J frowns. Her uniform better be in a repairable state after this.
There's a whimpering whisper among V's moans.
"N..."
Her eyes are closed.
J surges forward and bites where her neck meets her shoulder.
Hard.
Hard enough to pierce her casing, oil filling her mouth.
V flinches and opens her eyes, letting go of J's back and trying to push her away.
"Fuck! J! Take it easy-AGH!"
J lifts her away from the wall, then slams her against the spire once more, harder than before.
She growls, hips now rhythmically slamming against V's, basically rutting her on the spot.
Cyn didn't bother to give their bodies any actual genitalia, because why would she make things easy for them. All they could do to get rid of their urges was to basically overload and crash their sensors with too much imput.
The rapid, frantic pace gets the job done in no time.
V lets out a glitched scream, screen flickering as her sensors crash. She's left panting and whimpering as her systems reboot.
J's not far behind. She doesn't scream like V. Instead, she goes silent and still. Fangs clamping down on V's frame as she breathes heavily.
After a few minutes, once both of them are properly rebooted, J carelessly drops V on the ground.
She turns and walks away, deploying her wings after a couple of steps.
V tries to stand, but her legs are shaking too much.
"What, no cuddling?"
Her voice lags and glitches. But there's still a mocking smirk on her face.
J wipes V's oil from her mouth.
"I'm going hunting. Get yourself presentable."
She doesn't turn to look at her while she speaks.
"Wouldn't want N to see you like that, would you, V?"
Her squadmate's smirk goes away. There's an angry frown now. V gives up on standing and just lets herself fall into a sitting position.
"Whatever."
She starts to slowly bend her crumbled wrist back into shape, ignoring J's take-off.
J flies away, ignoring the leftover heat of her abused sensors.
Tch. Of course that V would be so unprofessional as to call someone's else name.
If J went through the trouble of keeping Tessa's name on her processor and away from her mouth, the less V could do was to give her the same courtesy.
They are never doing this again.
-----wTw-----You don't have to sell your body to the night-----wTw-----