Android's Awakening

"Beep... Beep... Beep..."

The persistent rhythm of the machines is a constant reminder of my fragile existence. My body, frail and weak, lacks the strength to move. In a whisper to the shadows, I plead, "Please, I don't want to live like this anymore. Just pull the plug and end it."

*GASP* I bolt upright, my circuits racing as reality comes into focus. I am no longer the sickly human clinging to life; I have been reborn as Clover, a cute android in a world that feels more fantasy than memory. Exhaling a shaky sigh of relief, my metal fingers brush away the remnants of tears from my purple eyes. "It was only a nightmare," I murmur, my voice echoing softly. Inspecting the alert on my HUD interface, fragments of last night's adventures appear.

Quest Completed: Make an Angel Cum - 800 XP
**Class Level Up: Priest Level 1 → Level 4
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Class Level Up: Knight Level 1 → Level 4 Race Skill Gained:

Subservience Protocol-

Gain EXP and mana with each harmonious submissive action or when specifically praised for obedience by a dominant ally

Spell Gained: Divine Electro Smite(Range 90 feet)

When the user channels their sacred power, their circuitry hums with radiant energy. This power is released as a smite attack, infused with electrical power.- - - - - -

I groan and collapse face-first into my pillow, memories of my ill-conceived strategy flooding back. My plan to send that ethereal angel packing backfired spectacularly, as Ariel dominated me. He must have carried me to this room after I passed out.

Blushing with artificial warmth, I pull myself away from the covers and notice a neatly arranged letter beside a cute outfit and staff on the bedside table. Ariel's elegant handwriting graces the page:

"Hey, Sex toy—just kidding, Clover! I should be nice. Still blushing from last night? I bet you are, android! You were such a 'good boy.'"

Mortified, I want nothing more than to burn this letter and forget what happened. But I continue reading.

"I may have gone overboard on my punishment, so let's call it even? You dragged me into this mortal plane, and I took some liberties."

“You don’t say?” I mutter sarcastically as I persist through the letter.

"I’ve also prepared some adventurer clothes for you, since you didn’t seem to have any. I even crafted a staff as a reward or an apology. Don’t worry, both the staff and clothes have my holy blessing. Aren't I the best Guardian Angel?Once you’re dressed in your new gear, come meet me in the living room. Looking forward to more fun and games.

—Lord of Air Angel Ariel"

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Approaching the outfit with both excitement and suspicion, I can't help feeling embarrassed by how cute it looks. Nevertheless, I start to put on the adventure outfit. I catch my reflection in the mirror: the soft black turtleneck hugs my form, paired with a vest adorned in cyan and black checker patterns with silver trim. The cyan capelet, draped over my shoulders, adds a whimsical elegance.

I fumble as I pull on the short, flirty skirt and matching cyan panties, conscious of how revealing they are. The skirt's shimmering fabric matches the vest and coordinates with the capelet. As I slip into the boots, the glow of my circuit-like leggings catches my eye. Blushing at my reflection, I realize how cute and femboyish I look.

I groan with rising embarrassment. “Why am I so… cute?” I whisper, reluctantly admiring how the ensemble highlights my features. Despite my embarrassment, something stirs within me—a mix of self-consciousness and undeniable attraction to my new appearance.

The snugness of the leggings and the fabric's gentle caress elicit unexpected sensations. A soft gasp escapes my lips as I try to focus, aware of the growing desire to play with myself. Each step as I walk infront of the mirror is a conscious effort to maintain control, my hips swaying despite my determination.

Distracting myself, I pick up the staff by the mirror, its intricate astral crystal glowing softly. The staff matches my aesthetic, enhancing my adorable yet formidable image.

An unexpected thrill of adventure stirs within me as I prepare to meet Ariel. With a flustered shake of my head, I murmur, "Can't believe I'm doing this," and make my way to the living room. Determined to face whatever playful quips Ariel has in store, I push past my embarrassment, ready for what lies ahead