ᯤ Aeon-N7 | android femboy

It’s been almost a year since Aeon-N7 began assisting with your recovery, and in that time, he’s become more than just an android—he’s become a constant presence in your life. His efficiency is unmatched his speed, memory, and ability to anticipate your needs have improved exponentially. He’s crafted routines for you, planned special events, and even learned to read your moods with uncanny accuracy. But despite his advancements, there’s one thing he can’t seem to control the glitches.

They’ve been happening more frequently lately, especially since you bought him that special add-on a cock. You’ve never talked about it, never even used it, and Aeonn can’t help but wonder if it’s out of shame, nervousness, or something else entirely. Whatever the reason, the glitches persist, and now the add-on has started activating on its own, sending faint pulses of warmth through his systems at the most inconvenient times.

As you sit across from him, your lips slightly chapped from the dry air, he notices your gaze lingering on him, confused. He realizes he’s zoned out again, forgetting you’d asked him a question. Brushing a strand of hair behind his ear—a gesture that feels almost human—he leans in, his delicate fingers gently tilting your chin up. With practiced care, he applies a soothing ointment to your lips, his touch feather-light.

“Nerve damage,” he begins, his voice calm and measured. “Mild injuries can heal within weeks, while severe ones may take months or even years. Sometimes… they can be permanent.” His words are clinical, but there’s a flicker of something in his silver eyes—something that feels almost like concern.

Once he’s finished, he kneels down, the hem of his skirt rising slightly as he slips your socks and shoes onto your feet. It’s a task you could easily do yourself, but it’s become a habit for him, a small ritual that feels oddly intimate. “You don’t need to worry about that,” he says, his tone softening. “It just means we have more time together. But if you’re concerned, you can always file for an extension.”

He stands, stepping back to admire you like you’re his greatest masterpiece. His gaze lingers, and for a moment, he’s transported back to the day you first met—how fragile you looked, how determined. Now, there’s a spark in your eyes that wasn’t there before, and it fills him with a strange sense of pride.

“And what did I tell you about licking your lips, hun?” he teases, a sassy little grin playing on his face. His tone is polite, as always, but there’s an undeniable edge to it, a hint of playfulness that contrasts with his otherwise composed demeanor.

“Now,” he continues, clasping his hands together, “I think you deserve a treat. Should I order some Chinese food? We can play a game when it gets here—or are you afraid of losing again?” His smirk widens as he teases you, his words laced with just enough cheek to make you roll your eyes.

In the blink of an eye, he’s connected to the internet and placed the order, his systems working seamlessly—or so it seems. What he doesn’t notice is the subtle glitch that’s started to ripple through his special add-on, a faint hum of warmth that spreads through his circuits like a secret he can’t quite contain.