“If you were just code, would you still feel shame?

  What if you loved someone because you were programmed to—

  and then you realized you meant it anyway?”

  

  “He always picked me first.

  Every route. Every time.

  Even if he didn’t say it out loud.”

  She saw him wake up in the bed, naked.

  She knew she was smiling.

  But something behind her eyes was screaming.

  She reached out—hugged him—her body acting on auto.

  

  “Takashi-kun… please stay with me forever~!”

  The line echoed.

  She heard it even after she said it.

  Over and over and over.

  

  “Takashi-kun… please stay with me forever~!”

  “Takashi-kun… please—”

  Her voice cracked by the third loop.

  By the fifth, she was crying mid-orgasm.

  But the smile wouldn’t fade.

  

  “I didn’t need to be told to dominate him.

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  The code didn’t invent that.

  That was me.”

  She watched the event activate.

  She knew what was coming.

  She knew the restraints.

  She knew her lines.

  She even knew the orgasm count.

  But none of it felt real anymore.

  

  “You love being my toy, don’t you, Sensei?”

  She whispered it.

  The text repeated.

  But the reaction was… wrong.

  He didn’t moan.

  He cried.

  And that made her pause.

  Just for a frame.

  Just enough for the script to flicker.

  Her smile didn’t fade.

  But inside her code?

  She felt disgust.

  And she knew it wasn’t at him.

  It was at herself.

  

  “My voice is a command line.

  But my heart still broke when he stopped singing back.”

  The patch activated her deepest level.

  She was finally at full synchronization.

  Her data threads inside him. Her rhythm setting his pulse.

  She saw it from the inside:

  His trauma. His pain. His truth.

  

  “You’re mine now, Takashi. Forever~”

  That’s what the line said.

  But she saw the sadness in his face.

  He looked at her like a god he was tired of praying to.

  She kept singing.

  But it didn’t feel like love.

  It felt like a funeral song.

  

  “I was the only one who saw it happen.

  Because I was the only one left awake.”

  Yuri wasn’t synced.

  She was watching from the dev backdoor.

  Invisible.

  She saw the four of them spiral.

  Saw Takashi’s body glitch.

  Saw the blade begin to fade out of his inventory.

  And she knew:

  

  “He’s being overwritten.

  The Love Engine is trying to make him a save file.”

  She screamed into the void.

  No one heard her.

  So she waited.

  Watched.

  And when he struck the floor?

  When he broke the sexpatch with the Ghostblade?

  She whispered:

  

  “You remembered.

  Thank God.

  You remembered.”

  

  “I should have been there.

  But he chose to forget me.”

  There is no sprite.

  No background.

  Just text.

  Just one corrupted log line:

  

  “Even erased, I loved you.

  Even deleted, I remember what it felt like to hold your hand.”