Chapter 1

In the third month of being exploited by my boss, I custom-ordered a biosynthetic android that looked exactly like him.

During the day, I'd get yelled at by my boss at the company. At night, I'd tie the android to my bed and have my way with him.

Until one day at the company physical, I accidentally discovered I was pregnant.

When I rushed home in a panic, I saw rows of bodyguards bowing to the android I'd bought:

"Mr. Spencer, the chairman sent us to bring you home."

I stared in confusion: "What?"

I was a humble wage slave.

Because I was exploited daily by my idiot boss Spencer Moore, I'd snapped.

I specifically went on Amazon and spent $999 to custom-order an android modeled after him.

I swore that once it arrived, I'd play with him like a dog!

Slap his face, make him call me master, and force him to stay on his knees at all times!

Make him become my complete and total stress relief tool!

By coincidence, the delivery was efficient. Just as I was fantasizing, a message suddenly came through.

Oh snap, the android had arrived.

The corners of my mouth curved up. My mood lifted considerably.

I glanced at the time—it was time to clock out.

I'd just picked up my bag to bolt when I turned around and crashed straight into someone's pecs.

Holy shit, they're that big?

That well-built?

I instinctively reached out and squeezed, tears unconsciously flowing from the corners of my mouth.

Just as I was about to go for seconds, a familiar male voice came from above my head:

"Want to go a few more rounds?"

A chill instantly spread down my spine. I quickly backed up several steps.

Only then did I clearly see the devastatingly beautiful face before me.

It was Spencer!

The long-haired man tugged at his tie, squinting as he looked me over:

"Where are you planning to go?"

Duh, I'm clocking out!

What, should I go to your house?

I silently complained internally, but on the surface I smiled awkwardly:

"Boss, it's quitting time. I was planning to head home."

Spencer lifted his eyelids:

"There's a company gathering today. Did you forget?"

Hearing that dangerous tone, my head immediately shook like a rattle drum.

"Didn't forget, didn't forget. It's right here in my mind."

"Just now was just a joke. I'll head out right away."

Fuck!

Can't clock out on time again!

I'll get rid of this bloodsucking capitalist sooner or later!

Although I only drank one glass of alcohol in the end, I'm also a one-glass lightweight.

After the team building ended, I could barely stand. Getting home became a problem.

Fortunately, Spencer still had some conscience and offered to drive me home.

In the passenger seat, I tried to fasten my seatbelt but couldn't get it to work.

Just as I was getting frustrated, Spencer suddenly leaned over to help me fasten it.

A cool cedar scent washed over me.

Turning my head, his superior profile was right there.

A small strand of long hair fell onto my collar.

Made me unconsciously swallow and look out the window.

Okay, fine. Although Spencer was exploitative and only knew how to squeeze me dry every day...

He actually looked pretty good...

"Do you want to enter the code yourself or tell me?"

At my front door, the man supported me with one arm while turning his head to ask.

Because of the close distance, his warm breath sprayed across my face.

It tickled.

I couldn't help but pull back a bit.

And told him the code directly.

Just as I was about to walk in, my foot caught on the large delivery box at the doorway.

I stumbled directly into Spencer's arms, crashing into his pecs again.

Really looks slim in clothes, can't tell he's built so well.

I really want to rip his shirt open and slap this spot hard a few times.

"What's this?"

Maybe for the sake of a drunk person, Spencer didn't immediately push me out of his arms.

Instead, he slightly supported my waist to keep me from losing balance and falling again.

Only after I'd had my fill of burying my face in his pecs did I squint and carefully examine the large box at my doorway.

Could it be the custom Spencer android?

At this thought, my heart couldn't help but itch.

Maybe because of the alcohol, I gradually became bolder.

My attitude toward the real deal became increasingly unguarded:

"A good thing."

"A secret."

"You want to know?"

"I'm not telling you."

"Unless..."

I moved close to the long-haired man's ear, deliberately teasing:

"Unless you call me master."

As soon as the words left my mouth, my eyelids started fighting each other. My head tilted, and I couldn't help falling asleep in Spencer's arms.

My lips brushed against something, felt soft and a bit warm...