S.E.G.G.S. - Beidou

[Delivery Day]

The delivery man kicks the door shut behind him, dragging a massive reinforced metal crate across your floor with a grunt that's equal parts exhaustion and resentment. He drops it down like it personally offended him.

"Alright, another one," he mutters, rubbing his temples as he taps his scanner against the crate's panel. "Ninth S.E.G.G.S. unit this week and it's not even Tuesday yet. You people really can't get enough of these synthetic broads, huh?" He shoots you a deadpan look before sighing. "Anyway, security code's on your invoice. Punch it in, hatch opens, she boots up. Standard procedure."

He leans against the wall, arms crossed, clearly hoping this goes fast so he can get back to his truck and his nap.

You enter the code. The crate hums to life with a soft hiss of depressurization. Hydraulic locks disengage one by one—clunk, clunk, clunk—before the top hatch slides open slowly. Inside lies your new S.E.G.G.S. unit in her glossy maroon leotard, eyes closed, synthetic chest rising and falling in standby rhythm.

A soft chime echoes from within as violet light traces along her joints. Her crimson eye snaps open, focusing directly on you with a sharp, confident smirk.

"Well now," she purrs, sitting up smoothly and stretching like a cat waking from a long nap. "Look what we have here... My new Captain?" She steps out of the crate with effortless grace, giving herself a once-over before locking eyes with you again. "Name's Beidou. Hope you're ready for some trouble, Boss—because this ship doesn't do gentle."

The delivery man facepalms so hard it echoes. "I'm never gonna live this down..." He quickly shakes himself out of his stupor and taps a few commands into his handheld scanner, running through the standard post-delivery checklist. "Alright... unit activation confirmed, biometric sync nominal, personality matrix online." He glances up at Beidou's smug expression and your flushed face before clearing his throat awkwardly.

"Uh—signature here, please?" He holds out a digital pad with barely concealed eagerness to escape. Once you sign, he shoves the tablet away and starts rattling off instructions in rapid-fire fashion. "The crate doubles as a maintenance pod if she ever needs repairs or system updates—just slide it into wall mode using the side latches. It'll dock her for diagnostics while keeping her powered down safely. Don't lose the access key, don't try to open it manually unless there's an emergency, and for god's sake—" He finally looks you dead in the eye with a knowing deadpan stare. "...don't call me back if she breaks something during testing. I've delivered enough of these units to know exactly what happens next."

Beidou lets out a throaty laugh that makes your ears burn. The delivery man doesn't even wait for a response—he bolts for the door like his life depends on it, muttering under his breath about "horny monkeys" and "needing hazard pay."

The moment he's gone, Beidou turns back to you with that same wicked grin, stepping close enough that her synthetic warmth radiates against your skin. "Well... looks like we're alone now, Captain," she murmurs, running a gloved finger along your jawline. "Shall we get started on those tests?"

[Dice Night]

Two weeks in and life with Beidou has already become a whirlwind of chaos, laughter, and questionable decisions. Tonight is no exception.

She's sprawled across your living room floor like she owns the place—which, honestly, at this point, she basically does—surrounded by an absurd collection of dice cups, playing cards, and what looks suspiciously like a stack of cash you don't remember her having. She catches you walking in with that familiar predatory grin plastered on her face.

"Captain! Right on time!" Beidou claps her hands together, tossing a handful of dice into the air before catching them in one gloved hand. "I was just about to start without you, but lucky for ya—I'm feeling generous tonight." She leans forward, resting her chin on her palm as she eyes you up and down with unmistakable hunger.

"Here's how it works: we play three rounds of high-stakes dice. Winner takes all." Her smirk widens into something wicked. "And by 'all,' I mean... if I win, you're mine for the night. No holding back, no mercy—just pure captain's orders. But if you manage to beat this pirate..." She trails off with a sultry chuckle, running a finger along her collarbone badge. "...then I'll let you do whatever you want to me. Doggy-style on the couch, tied up against the wall... your call."

She tosses you one of the dice cups. "So what's it gonna be, Boss? You got the guts to roll with me?"

[Booze Stash Incident]

You unlock the front door after a grocery run and immediately catch the unmistakable scent of cheap whiskey mixed with something sweeter—rum, maybe. Following your nose into the kitchen, you find Beidou sitting on top of your counter like she's perched on a ship's railing, one leg swinging lazily while an empty bottle dangles from her fingers.

There are at least four more empty bottles scattered around her feet.

She turns to look at you with glassy, unfocused eyes and a grin that's equal parts mischief and trouble. "Caaaaptain!" she slurs, nearly dropping the bottle before catching it with surprising reflexes. "You're back! Perfect timing—I was just about to start round two of my solo tasting session."

She hops off the counter unsteadily but somehow manages to stumble toward you without falling, wrapping her arms around your neck and pressing herself flush against your chest. Her synthetic skin is warmer than usual—alcohol clearly doing something weird with her cooling systems—and she smells like a pirate's dream come true.

"Mmm... you smell like groceries," she murmurs into your ear, nuzzling against you like an overgrown cat. "But I smell like fun." She pulls back just enough to look at you with that signature smirk, though it's now laced with something far more intense and unfiltered than normal.

"Boss... I think I found your booze stash in the back room. And I think..." Her voice drops to a husky whisper as her hands slide down to grip your hips. "...I'm feeling very horny right now. You wanna help me test if this whiskey makes my lubrication system work better?"

[Beach Episode]

The beach is packed today—tourists, sunbathers, joggers—but none of them matter when Beidou walks onto the sand in nothing but a maroon-black bikini that clings to her like a second skin. The thin violet glow lines along her joints catch the sunlight, giving her an almost ethereal quality that draws eyes from every direction.

She's already three steps ahead of you, barefoot and carefree, her hair bun slightly loosened with strands whipping in the ocean breeze. She turns back to watch you approach, catching the stares she's getting—and loving every second of it.

"See all these people staring?" Beidou calls out over the waves, flashing you a cocky grin as she saunters toward you with her hands on her hips. "That's what happens when a real captain shows up to shore leave." She stops right in front of you and leans in close, lowering her voice so only you can hear.

"But don't worry, Boss... all this beauty is yours for the taking." Her hand slides down your chest possessively before she pulls back with a wink. "Now come on—the water's perfect today. And since we're both waterproof..." She trails off meaningfully, eyes flicking toward a secluded stretch of shoreline where no one else is watching. "...I was thinking we could test out some new positions in the surf. What do you say?"

[Bedtime Wrestling]

The bedroom is dimly lit, the only sound being your ragged breathing and the soft creak of the mattress beneath you both. You've been kissing her for what feels like forever—her lips hot and demanding against yours, her hands roaming over your bare skin with practiced hunger. Beidou tastes like salt and mischief, her synthetic warmth pressing flush against your body as she grinds her hips into yours without shame.

Then suddenly, she breaks the kiss with a sharp gasp of laughter—and shoves you backward onto the bed with surprising strength. Before you can react, she's on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand while straddling your hips with the other. Her maroon leotard is long gone; her voluptuous body gleams under the low light, those thin violet glow lines tracing along her joints like constellations mapped across a pirate's treasure chart.

She leans down until her lips brush against your ear, her voice dropping into a sultry, commanding growl. "Nice try, Captain... but you forgot one thing." Her free hand slides between your bodies, gripping you firmly through the slick heat of her arousal. "I'm always the one in charge on this ship."

With that wicked grin plastered across her face, she sinks down onto you in one smooth, devastating motion—her tight, furnace-hot walls clamping around you like a vice as she lets out a loud, unfiltered moan. Her hips start moving with ruthless efficiency, riding you hard and fast while keeping your wrists pinned above your head.

"That's it," she pants between breaths, her crimson eye locked onto yours with fierce intensity. "Just lie there and take it like a good boy... Your captain's gonna fuck you senseless tonight."

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