After her routine sterilization bath—a daily ritual now devoid of urgency—Yuuki stepped out into the corridor expecting the familiar hum of ambient guidance lights. Instead, she found a figure waiting for her.
"Good evening, Takashima Yuuki-san," it said.
She stopped in her tracks.
The figure was not a technician or a drone.
It was a gynoid—strikingly human in posture and expression. Pale synthetic skin, long chestnut hair, and eyes that blinked too precisely. Her voice was gentle, smooth—eerily soothing.
"I am Ethel Five. You've been reassigned."
Yuuki narrowed her eyes. "Reassigned?"
"This way, please."
With mechanical grace, Ethel led her down a hallway Yuuki hadn't seen before. The air changed—warmer, scented faintly with jasmine. The sterile metal walls gave way to soft panels. Muted pink and gold lighting replaced the white glow. After weeks of minimalism, it was unnervingly… beautiful.
The door at the end of the hall opened automatically.
Inside: a wide room with a huge, plush bed, velvet curtains, and what looked like ambient music controls on the walls.
And standing at the far side, equally startled: Watanabe Takuya.
Yuuki froze in the doorway.
"Takuya?"
He looked as confused as she did. "Yuuki... they brought you too?"
Ethel turned, smiling faintly. "Please relax. You have been granted premium accommodations."
The door sealed shut behind her with a quiet hiss. Then: a heavy locking sound, deeper and more final than anything she'd heard before.
Both of them turned to face it instinctively.
Takuya stepped forward, examining the panel. "No handle. No access pad. Magnetic seal reinforced."
Then a soft hum.
A hologram shimmered into existence above the bed, displaying the Genesis Project insignia. Its synthetic voice spoke with calm finality:
"Subjects A and B: You have reached optimal compatibility thresholds. Phase 7 begins now—the Conceiving Initiative."
Yuuki's stomach turned. "Conceiving—what?"
Takuya stiffened. "They're pairing us. For breeding. Genetic continuation."
Yuuki stepped back. "No. No way. We didn't consent to this."
The hologram responded immediately. "Objection recorded. Any resistance will result in immediate disciplinary reconditioning and memory inhibition protocols."
Takuya clenched his fists. "You can't do this. We are not assets. We are people."
"Emotional resistance is anticipated. The phase will proceed."
A soft hissing began—gas flowing through the vents, barely noticeable.
Yuuki sense something was wrong. "Something is not right..."
Before she could finish, the room began to fill with a subtle, almost imperceptible gas. It carried a faint floral scent, masking its true nature. Within moments, Yuuki felt a warmth spreading through her body, a tingling sensation that clouded her thoughts. Her skin flushed, and her heart rate quickened. She glanced at Takuya, who was visibly struggling to maintain his composure. His cheeks were flushed, his breathing shallow.
"Yuuki… I don't feel right," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. "This… this isn't me."
She wanted to reassure him, to tell him everything would be okay, but her own body was betraying her. The gas was an aphrodisiac, and its effects were undeniable. Her mind was foggy, her desires overwhelming. She could feel her nipples hardening, her core growing wet. The room seemed to close in around her, the luxurious surroundings now a backdrop for something far more primal.
Takuya took a step toward her, his movements unsteady. "Yuuki… I can't… I can't control this."
She reached out, her fingers trembling as they brushed his chest. His skin was warm, his muscles tense beneath her touch. "I know," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "But we're not alone in this."
The words were barely out of her mouth before he pulled her into a kiss, desperate and hungry. His lips were firm against hers, his tongue invading her mouth with a urgency that left her breathless. She clung to him, her robe slipping from her shoulders as his hands roamed her body. His touch was feverish, his fingers tracing the curves of her breasts, teasing her hardened nipples until she gasped into his mouth.
Yuuki's inhibitions were crumbling, her resistance eroded by the aphrodisiac. She wanted him—needed him—in a way that felt both foreign and irresistible. Her hands moved to his shirt, tearing it open as she pressed her body against his. His skin was hot beneath her palms, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath.
"Yuuki…" he groaned, his voice a raw whisper. "I can't stop… I need you."
She didn't respond, couldn't respond. Her mind was a haze of desire, her body aching for release. She pushed him back toward the bed, her knees weakening as she fell to her knees before him. His pants were already unfastened, his erection straining against the fabric. She pulled them down, her fingers trembling as she wrapped her hand around his throbbing cock. It was thick, veins pulsing beneath her touch, and she couldn't resist the urge to taste him.
Her mouth enveloped him, her lips sliding down his length as she took him deep. He groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she sucked him with a desperation that mirrored her own need. She bobbed her head, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she drew him deeper. The sound of his pleasure filled the room, a primal rhythm that only fueled her arousal.
"Fuck, Yuuki… stop… I'm close…" he panted, but she ignored his plea, her mouth working feverishly. She wanted to taste him, to feel him spill into her mouth, to be the one to push him over the edge.
But he pulled away, his hands gripping her shoulders as he lifted her to her feet. "Not like this… I need to be inside you."
She didn't argue, couldn't argue. Her body was on fire, her core throbbing with anticipation. She lay back on the bed, her legs spreading as she welcomed him. He loomed over her, his eyes dark with desire, his body trembling with restraint. He positioned himself at her entrance, his tip teasing her wet folds before he thrust inside her with a groan.
The sensation was overwhelming—his thickness filling her, stretching her, his heat enveloping her. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move. His strokes were deep and relentless, his hips snapping against hers as he fucked her with a ferocity that left her breathless. The bed creaked beneath them, the silk sheets tangling around their bodies as they moved in perfect, desperate harmony.
Yuuki's mind was a blur, her thoughts consumed by the sensations flooding her body. She met his thrusts, her heels digging into his back as she urged him deeper. Her breasts bounced with each movement, her nipples brushing against his chest as he pounded into her. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion—their moans, their gasps, the wet slap of flesh against flesh.
"Yuuki… I'm close…" Takuya growled, his voice strained. "Tell me… tell me it's okay."
She couldn't form words, couldn't think beyond the pleasure consuming her. She nodded, her lips parted in a silent plea for more. He quickened his pace, his thrusts becoming frantic as he neared the edge. His muscles tensed, his body rigid as he buried himself deep within her. With a hoarse cry, he came, his seed spilling into her in hot, pulsing jets.
Yuuki's orgasm followed, crashing over her like a wave. Her body shook, her walls clenching around him as she screamed his name. The pleasure was all-consuming, a release that left her trembling and breathless. She collapsed beneath him, her limbs heavy, her mind adrift in a haze of satisfaction.
But as the aftermath of their passion settled, the reality of their situation began to creep back in. The room, the gas, the hologram—it was all still there, a stark reminder of their confinement. Takuya rolled off her, his chest heaving as he stared at the ceiling. His expression was conflicted, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and guilt.
"Yuuki…" he began, his voice soft. "I'm sorry. I couldn't… I couldn't stop myself."
She reached for his hand, her fingers intertwining with his. "It's not your fault," she whispered, though the words felt hollow. "We're not in control here."
The door remained sealed, the hologram still hovering in the air, a silent observer to their forced intimacy. Nine hours stretched before them, a daunting expanse of time filled with uncertainty and desire. Yuuki closed her eyes, her body still buzzing from their encounter, but her mind was already racing with questions. What would come next? How far would the facility go to ensure their compliance? And most importantly, could they find a way to resist—or would they be forever bound by the Genesis Project's insidious design?
The answers would have to wait. For now, they were trapped, their bodies and minds ensnared in a web of genetic manipulation and forced seduction. And as the aphrodisiac's effects began to wane, leaving them both exhausted and vulnerable, Yuuki knew one thing with certainty: this was only the beginning.