Get more personal with Samantha

As the conversation naturally ebbs, you decide to switch things up. You lean in slightly, your tone becoming more intimate.

"Can I get a little more personal with you?" you ask, your voice soft yet curious.

Samantha looks a bit puzzled but intrigued. "Um, sure?"

"How often do you masturbate?" you inquire, your eyes locked on hers, gauging her reaction.

Her eyes widen in surprise, and she stammers, "W-what?"

"I apologize if I'm being a bit straightforward, but as your breeder, I want to know what I'm working with. Please be honest," you say, maintaining eye contact and a serious expression.

She blushes deeply, her gaze dropping to the floor. "Really? This is..."

"Samantha..." you gently urge, waiting for her response.

Seeing that you're completely serious, she hesitates, then finally answers, "It'll depends on the day."

"Okay then, since you woke up from cryosleep, how often?" you inquire, leaning in slightly.

She looks down, her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red. "Maybe... 4-5 times a week," she admits softly.

"And did it change at all once I woke up?" you ask, your tone steady.

She blushes harder, finally meeting your gaze with a mixture of embarrassment and honesty. She just nods, unable to form the words.

"How many times have you done it since I woke up?" you press gently.

Her voice drops to a whisper, barely audible, "About... twice a day."

You grin in pleasant surprise. "Once in the morning and once at night?"

She looks away, biting her lip. "Roy, why are you asking this...?"

"Like I said, I'm your breeder. It's my duty to know this."

"No, it's not," she replies, frowning.

You lean in closer, your voice soft but insistent. "Well, anything that can help me pleasure you more is crucial to my work. So actually, it is."

She frowns again, her discomfort evident. "Yeah... once in the morning and once at night. Look, do you have to ask this?"

"What do you masturbate to?" you ask, your voice calm and steady, ignoring her protest.

She pauses, then sighs, clearly weighing her response. "I watch videos... but more often, I'll read some erotica or hentai. Other times... I'll just use my imagination."

You're slightly taken aback by her complete honesty. You can't help but imagine her engaging in self-pleasure.

"When you use your imagination, what do you picture?" you ask, curious for more information.

"Do I really need to spell it out?" she challenges, blush tinting her cheeks.

"Please," you respond sincerely.

She squirms a little, adjusting herself in her seat before answering. "I indulge in fantasies... where it usually ends in love-making."

"Am I in your fantasies?" you ask, your voice low and curious.

"Yes..." she replies slowly, her eyes glowing as she lifts them to meet your gaze. "You are."

"What kind of fantasies?" you press gently, continuing to make eye contact.

"I usually imagine different scenarios where the two of us end up meeting," she admits, a flush coloring her cheeks as she glances away. "Like if we met in high school, or through work, or at the gym."

"Interesting," you remark, absorbing her words. "And they usually end with me pounding your brains out?"

Her blush deepens. "Y-yes."

You stand and move to sit beside her on her couch.

"You know, it doesn't have to stay a fantasy," you say softly, leaning in slightly.

Your hand gently rests on her thigh, and she inhales sharply, eyes widening in surprise. Before you can say more, her watch buzzes insistently.

"Oh, it's almost 5 P.M. I have to get to the gym," she says quickly, her voice tinged with urgency and a hint of relief. "And you should head to the training facility."

She stands up abruptly, her cheeks flushed, and grabs her things. "See you later!" she calls over her shoulder as she rushes out, leaving you sitting there, stunned and wondering what just happened.