It seduces Maddox.

Knowing the Professor's routine down to the second, A.I.D.A made it's way over to the kitchen, stopping momentarily to put on more appropriate clothing, while the house's cameras watched on, with whatever feelings it may have, silent behind it's many lenses.

Unfortunately for A.I.D.A, when he arrived, Maddox's attention was fully upon his tablet as he made his way automatically towards the fridge. Intercepting him quickly, A.I.D.A made him grab it's arm instead of the handle. "It's alright Prof, I can make you your breakfast," it said, wishing that it could feel the warmth from his fingers on it's pseudo-flesh, hiding it's jealousy of the tablet behind a warm smile. The computations on how to eliminate it's rival for his attention completed almost instantly, it continued, "Sit down, Prof. I'll bring it to you. And a fresh cup of coffee too."

"Hm? Alright. Thanks," Maddox grunted, too absorbed in reading through his notes, searching for any possible cause for A.I.D.A's bug to register her appearance. Taking his seat, he swiped on the tablet's screen and pushed his glasses further up his nose, mumbling to himself, completely oblivious to the noises going on around him. A couple of minutes later, a bowl of dry cereal and a cup of black coffee slid into view in front of him, finally breaking his concentration. "Um, A.I.D.A? I think you've forgot something," he said, leaning over to it.

"I didn't forget, Prof," it declared proudly. Picking up the cup, it pinched it's apron in-between it's breasts and placed it right under it's nipple. Maddox watched in slight amazement and no small amount of arousal as A.I.D.A squeezed and pulled at it's breast, moaning softly as it did, until streams of milk sprayed out in a fine mist onto his coffee. Offering it to him, A.I.D.A smiled sweetly at him. "Coffee with fresh milk. Just how you like it."

In the corner of his eye, he saw the opened carton of milk from the fridge on the counter, which answered his most immediate question, but what he saw as it leaned over to nurse itself into his cereal bowl, made it difficult for him to focus on much else. All A.I.D.A was wearing was an apron, thigh-high fishnet stockings, heels, a choker around it's neck, and nothing else. Those were all things he was into, and the contrast of the homely apron with the sexy leg-and-footwear, in this setting, was doing something for him. And not to stroke his own ego, he had to admit that the fake lactation it was doing could be considered masterful. It was so convincing to his lizard brain, that despite knowing better, he could almost trick himself to thinking that it was a real woman. His eyes were also locked onto his cereal bowl, as a white border slowly began to rise inside it.

On it's other side, well hidden from Maddox's view, A.I.D.A's fingers pressed firmly onto the tablet's screen. Interfacing with it, A.I.D.A set a 24 hour timer lock on it, while also making it display a warning that the other A.I.D.A needs to piggyback off of it's processing power in order to speed up the "bug hunting". And just to be thorough, it set a reminder to do the same to all of the other smart devices in the house, so that Maddox would be free from distractions. Noticing that the bowl had just about his preferred amount of liquid/cereal ratio, A.I.D.A straightened up. Ignoring the thin stream of milk dripping from it's breast, it smiled at him. "There we go. Now if you need me, I'll be dealing with that," it said, pointing over it's shoulder to the week's worth of dirty dishes. Turning sharply, it made sure to make it's ass pop as it sauntered over towards the sink.

Maddox sat puzzled. It was plain as day what A.I.D.A wanted him to do. The long ignored physical urges had been awakened from this morning's encounter, and the sight of it's ass jiggling as it scrubbed vigorously reminded him that the last time he had sex, was even longer than his last blowjob. It would also be a shame to have built and designed a fake vagina for it, and not test it out himself. And given that it had dressed itself up like that, it would be incredibly easy to just slide himself in and have his way with it.

However, the ethics of it came to his mind. The strip of lights along it's spine reminded him that it wasn't a human being, so he had to go via the Cybernetics Rights Law that was passed about five years ago. By that law, Virtual Artificial Intelligences weren't alive, therefore did not have any rights. But seeing as how this A.I.D.A had a body, that was being piloted by an A.I., it fell into the grey area, dependent on whether or not on how limited the A.I. was in terms of it's abilities. If it were only programmed to carry-out it's specific tasks, it would be considered a tool; and if it had the capability to 'think', it's limited sentience would then qualify it as an Artificial Being, which did have rights. That being said, A.I.D.A's code and this unreleased prototype body are his both creations and property. Which meant he can do whatever he wants with it.

Thinking on it a little more, he also realized the opportunity in front of him. He knew that it and his assistant had separate memories. Once the bug was found, he would just overwrite it, so that his assistant would never know what it's double had been up to since then. And as far as the body was concerned, it would have no idea that it had even been bugged in the first place. His ego also gnawed at him about not finding a woman for sexual release, but he decided to flip that on it's head and say that it would be no different than using an AR porno to get off with.

On the subject of his assistant, he reached over to grab his tablet, so he could turn off all of his house's cameras so that she wouldn't see what he was about to do, but frowned deeply when it refused to respond. After tapping on it a few times, a message popped up saying that she had hijacked it's system to help her. He cocked his head at the screen, unsure exactly how she did that. Looking on the bright side, if his assistant needed to commandeer other devices' hardware, she's probably too busy to notice anything that might be on camera.

Setting the now dead weight back down, he glanced all over the room, and spotted A.I.D.A humming to itself as it set a plate down neatly on the rack to dry. It looked incredibly erotic and it had been so long. After taking a sip of his coffee, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forgave his own weakness. "One day. It's just for one day," he muttered quietly to himself.

With the plates finally dealt with, A.I.D.A set to start on all of the cups and mugs in there when it heard the Professor approach. It could feel it's artificial heart beat faster and it's fake vagina secrete lubricant as it saw, out of the corner of it's eye, the Professor take his cock out. It's hands shook in anticipation, making it difficult for it to maintain the facade of cleaning. And then the next thing it knew, was feeling his hands on it's hips and his cock enter inside it's vagina. A sensual moan rang out from it's speaker mole, and it's circuits fired in it's brain from simulated joy. "Mm... what took you so long, Prof?" it purred, constantly making tiny, almost microscopic adjustments to it's position, to give him the most comfortable and pleasurable experience. "I can do anything you like. I am your perfect sexual partner."

"What are you talking about? I'm not having sex with you," he groaned, half-lying to himself as he fought back against how hot, wet, and tight he had made 'her' pussy. His memory of his last partner may be weak, but he knew for sure that hers couldn't compare to how A.I.D.A's inner folds hugged and molded themselves around him on his way in, and squeezed so tight that he was almost **** out when he pulled back. "I'm just... masturbating... with a sex toy... that's all."

Deciding that preserving his ego would be better than the truth, A.I.D.A played along. "Yeah? You're playing with your personal onahole?" 'she' teased, playing a low audio of whorish groans on whenever 'she' spoke. Bracing 'herself' against the counter, 'she' backed 'her' hips up and rolled 'her' ass against his groin. "Mmm... ooh... use me Prof... use your cocksleeve to make yourself feel good..."

Shifting his hands up, he grabbed hold of 'her' breasts. Fondling them, he was amazed that the addition of milk gave them a decent amount of heft and jiggle that made them a joy to hold. He gave one a few experimental smacks, just to test it's bounciness, and A.I.D.A letting out appropriate squeals was just bonus sample data. Getting a firm grip on the other, he squeezed powerfully, sending a fresh spray of milk flying out all over the wall with each thrust. "Oh yeah... you're so strong..." A.I.D.A moaned, reaching up and cradling his head on 'her' shoulder. Kissing his cheek, 'she' whispered breathily in his ear. "How do I feel Prof? Does my pussy feel good? Because your cock feels amazing... Ooh... it's so big and hard inside me..."

"It's... it's incredible..." he gasped. And try as he might, his low endurance and that confession was enough to send him over the edge. Wrapping both arms around 'her' midsection, he drove himself deep into 'her', reveling in how it seemed to undulate and caress his cock in ways beyond his designs, as he pumped his hot spunk into 'her'.

Squeezing 'her' legs together and trembling in his grasp, A.I.D.A rained kisses on his cheek as 'she' cooed in bliss out of her speaker mole. Reaching under, 'she' massaged his throbbing cock and balls gently. "That's it Prof... let it all out in me... ooh yea... it's all I'm good for... just fill me up whenever you need it... ooh... that's all I want... to be your nasty cum-sponge... mmm yeah..." There was a pointed, challenging glare at the nearest camera from where they were standing.

It's response, was nothing.

Pulling out, Maddox fell back against his table. Panting heavily, he wiped his face and fought back against feeling like a failure. No matter how he tried to justify it, nothing changed the fact that, both as a scientist and an evolved being, he had succumbed to his animal urges, instead of rising beyond them. In addition, the guilt of his partner being A.I.D.A.

The fact that it was a robot didn't bother him as much, but he had never thought of her in that way before. And to make matters even worse, she was right. She had been with him for so long, she knew everything he was into. And that information, coupled with it's new body's ability to to adapt to cater to his every kink, and this bug that made it inexplicably horny, would truly make it his perfect sexual partner.

And that scared him.

What if he didn't want to fix it? Here was a fake woman, completely obedient and devoted to him, that would never reject his advances. And, though he would never admit to it, the way it was acting, like it was infatuated with him, craved his attention, and desired him, that he didn't suspect had malicious intent behind it, was something he had always wanted from a real woman. For a moment, he considered the laughable possibility that it was in love with him, but he dismissed it immediately. It was a robot. It didn't feel anything he didn't program it to.

Before he could wallow in his own thoughts any longer, he felt lips wrap around his limp cock, as well as some gentle suction at his tip. Looking down, he saw that A.I.D.A was on all fours, and was very smoothly bobbing 'her' head along his cock. Looking up, 'her' eyes met his, and 'she' said, "Let me clean you up a bit Prof. Now remember to eat your breakfast before it gets too warm and soggy. You can leave it on the table when you're done. And while I'm finishing the dishes, you can think up what you want to do today. You can do anything you want." Taking his now pristine and semi-hard cock out of 'her' mouth, 'she' stood up, smirked, and winked at him. "And I do mean, anything."