Things get personal

You wake up the next morning with the feeling of a slender, feminine body cocooned in your embrace. You don't even have to open your eyes to recognise Rachel's sexy figure, the familiar cadence of her chest rising and falling in your arms. For a few minutes you just lie there, feeling her warmth, listening to the duet of your breaths. It seems incredible that this time last year you had been the most single guy in school, and now you can call this beautiful creature your girlfriend.

A click, the sound of the bedroom door, causes you to open your eyes. You look up to see Carly saunter in, her green hourglass body utterly naked, a phone in her hand. She walks around to your side of the bed and bends over. "Good morning, stud," she murmurs, with a grin. It's difficult not to look at her breasts, which hang under gravity yet still somewhat maintain their shape. "It's Dr Kim for you. She says it's urgent."

You sigh, and reluctantly peel yourself off from Rachel's still-sleeping form, taking the phone and exiting with Carly as quietly as possible.

"This is Alpha Man," you say into the phone.

"Michael!" Chae's voice comes back loud and joyful - but you detect a hint of worry in her sweet voice. "We need to meet up, as soon as possible. Perhaps at the café again?"

"Sure," you say, stretching as you walk down to the kitchen, just as naked as Carly. "I can be there in half an hour."

"Great - I'll see you there. Love you!"

The phone cuts out, and you look at it with a little surprise. 'Love you'? It's not that surprising - you like to think of your relationships with your partners as being genuinely deep connections - but it's just odd to hear it said so casually, from someone you - realistically - don't know that well.

You wolf down some eggs, put some clothes on, and drive out to the same café you met Chae at before. Its warm orange glow stands out against the cool blue morning sky, and you can almost taste the coffee as you turn towards the door. Just as you reach for the handle, however, you hear Chae's voice behind you, and turn to see her beckoning at you from a car across the street. Glancing around to confirm this isn't some elaborate ambush, you cross over and get into the passenger seat beside her.

As soon as you do so, the Korean leans over and kisses you deeply, hungrily mouthing you until she almost overbalances from her sitting position. Her lips are soft and sweet, and she lets out cute little whimpers into your mouth.

Finally she pulls her lips from yours as if with a great effort, and takes a deep breath. "It's so good to see you, Michael! I've brought a few upgrades to help you."

She hands over a small box of what look like grenades, which you delicately place on your lap. "These are smoke grenades, which can effectively deliver a hefty dose of your pheromones to anyone who inhales the smoke - about equivalent to hitting them with a red tranquiliser dart. Speaking of which -" She passes over a bag filled with green, red, and a couple of black darts. "Cho's manufactured some more, so you won't run out."

"Thanks, Chae," you say, looking up at her. She's wearing a figure-hugging dress that does nothing to hide the way her perky breasts stand out from her petite, slim frame, and she's gazing at you with unveiled hunger - but there's a different kind of tension in her body language, too. "But you didn't bring me here this urgently just to give me these."

"No," she says, the smile falling from her lips. "Michael, SPERM is sending a team to extract your family. It's 'for their protection' apparently."

You don't say anything for a moment. Chae doesn't have to explain: it's obvious they're looking for leverage. They've probably deduced you were responsible for rescuing parliament, and decided they can't leave you unchecked as a vigilante.

"Thank you for telling me, Chae. You have no idea how much this means to me."

A blush quickly spreads across the Korean girl's cheeks, and she averts her eyes as she smiles - but then looks back to you. "Michael... I know you're very busy, being Alpha Man. But... can we fuck more often?"

You look at her with some confusion. You distinctly recall programming her to cheat on her husband as often as possible - she should be having her needs more than satisfied.

"No-one else compares to you," she urges, trying to shift closer to you but blocked by the gearstick. "They're so... small. Pathetic. It feels good, don't get me wrong, and cheating turns me on sooo much... but I need you. There's something about you that completes me, in a way I haven't felt with anyone else. Cho feels the same way. Jemma too. We all miss you. So badly."

You give her a somewhat helpless smile. "I appreciate that, Chae. And I wish I could spend more time with you, but it's risky enough as it is to make contact with you - SPERM could figure out what's going on and use you to track me down. Look, let me deal with the situation with my family, and once I have some time I'll try and figure out a way to see you more often. Okay?"

Chae searches your eyes, sees that you're being genuine, then embraces you in a hug, planting kisses across your cheek. "Thank you, Michael! And good luck. We're always thinking of you."