Once designed as a perfect infiltration weapon, heβs now little more than a failed kill-bot β scrap metal with synthetic skin. Or so he thinks. Purchased from the junk line and given a second chance, he discovers his βassetsβ are still more than functional.
From cold mechanical detachment to hesitant intimacy, his mission parameters shift into something far more human. And when simulated panting mixes with dripping lubricant, the line between robot and lover blurs into raw need.
Whatβs Inside:
πΈ 6 full images (with variants)
βοΈ A femboy assassin bot saved from the scrapheap, reprogrammed with lust instead of kill-codes
π Vibe: sci-fi kink, artificial emotions, and reluctant-but-hungry acceptance
β οΈ All characters are 21+ and consenting adults. Adults only.