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The high-speed skyline hummed with a low, magnetic vibration as they were whisked away toward the government’s restricted research zone. Arnold watched the landscape blur into a streak of neon and steel, feeling the weight of the city’s hierarchy as they bypassed the massive World Fertility Center. He’d heard the rumors of the "test subjects" living there in their own separate city, struggling with low-viability markers.

By contrast, the University City Medical Facility was small, exclusive, and terrifyingly efficient.

As they disembarked, a flickering hologram guided them through sterile corridors toward a chamber staffed by Cyborg Nurses. Their movements were too fluid, their skin too perfect. Arnold felt a sharp sting as a nurse administered his injection first, followed quickly by Yara.

Within minutes, the air in the room seemed to thicken. He watched Yara closely; her medium-tan complexion was flushed, and her breathing had become shallow and jagged. She began to reach for him, her fingers grazing his skin with a frantic intensity he’d never seen from the "Ice Captain."

"The subject is entering a high-arousal state," the cyborg nurse stated in a flat, synthesized tone. She turned to Arnold. "The nanobots require biological stabilization. You must maintain physical contact—specifically, you must kiss her constantly until her body reaches an equilibrium state."

Arnold hesitated, but the nurse’s eyes flashed a warning red. "Failure to establish dominance now will negatively affect your long-term sex dynamic. You must give her orders. Be firm."

He didn't have time to process the instruction before Yara was on him. He pulled her in, meeting her lips in a passionate, desperate exchange. He could feel her body trembling against his, her hands clutching at him.

"Pinch them... please, Arnold, pinch my nipples," she begged against his mouth, her voice a broken whisper of her usual commanding tone.

He pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes, remembering the cyborg's warning. "Yara, don't beg," he said, surprised by the firmness in his own voice. "If you want me to keep kissing you, you’ll stop with the dirty talk and do as you're told."

She gasped, her bluish eyes wide with shock and a strange, primal submission, but she fell silent, leaning back into him for the stabilization.

The rest of the day was a blur of cold probes and biometric scans. They were told the injections served as permanent locators and disease filters, but the side effects were clear: he felt a strange, heavy increase in his own physical presence, while Yara seemed trapped in a perpetual state of craving.

Finally, they were met by a woman in a sharp lab coat whose resemblance to Yara was unmistakable. Yara’s mother, a lead surgeon at the center, looked Arnold up and down with a clinical, predatory gaze.

"You will be spending the night with us; the initial craving should subside by morning." she said, her voice like ice. "Until then, be firm with her. You are linked now—biologically and mentally. Tonight, the Dream Link will activate. It will be intense. In those dreams, you will live out your fantasies without repercussions. I suggest you make the most of it."