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The entire spacious room was shrouded in silence. She stood there, meticulously wiping clean the remaining wine glasses from the previous night. Her long dress trailed all the way to the floor, with a bold black capital "E" emblazoned on the left side of her chest.
Eunoia – a name no longer unfamiliar to the organization. She held a lofty position, a powerful machine imbued with human emotions. The most successful product humanity had ever created.
Though merely an artificial intelligence, it was intelligent and powerful enough to run a massive underground organization in the city. It was exceptional. So exceptional that even humans felt envy. A creation that surpassed the expectations of those who had made her.
"Eunoia...? Haven't you slept yet at this hour?"
A low, deep voice rang out. Out of habit, she glanced toward the source. Her lips curved into a friendly smile, her voice sweet as she replied.
"I think you're the one who needs sleep, Mafioso."
"Oh, Princess, you know how much work I still have."
Sonnellino approached the bar counter where she stood, casually plopping down on a chair across from her.
Eunoia tilted her head, her voice laced with amusement.
"That much, huh? So, have you tried—"
Sonnellino removed his fedora. His golden hair and rabbit ears came into view.
Eunoia had to hold back from blurting out "Cute." at the sight of them. He seemed quite relaxed about showing her this "flaw" on his body. Yes, he was a hybrid.
Of course, she knew. She had known from the very beginning. She was his savior, the one who had given him a chance to live in this world, so she knew full well that he was a hybrid. It was just that Sonnellino rarely let Eunoia see his white ears.
He looked adorably shy...
"Don't stare at me like that."
He cleared his throat, gently reminding her as he noticed her gaze lingering too long on those white ears. Eunoia chuckled softly, neatly folding the cleaning cloth and putting it away.
"I want to lick those ears, but you won't let me. What a shame."
She said it with a heartbroken expression, her sparkling eyes blinking as if begging for his pity.
Sonnellino could only sigh, groaning.
"Give me a glass of orange soju..."
Eunoia raised an eyebrow, her face showing clear surprise. She repeated.
"Orange soju?"
"Yeah, light on the ice."
Eunoia looked straight into his eyes, her own filled with emotions he could hardly decipher.
"You have a high tolerance, and besides..." She paused for a moment before reaching out, gripping his chin firmly. Squeezing lightly to force his mouth open. "You don't even like soju, do you?"
Without a word, she slipped two fingers into his mouth. The sudden action made him let out a high-pitched yelp. His tongue pressed down as her fingers swirled around his oral cavity. And surprisingly, he didn't resist or pull away.
"Don't tell me..." She smiled, withdrawing her fingers. They were soaked in his saliva. "You're in heat, aren't you?"
The heat cycle for female rabbits typically lasts three to five days, recurring every ten to sixteen days. That's for a normal wild rabbit.
He was different. He was a hybrid. A "sinful" existence accidentally born into this world. That was why Eunoia had met him when he was just learning to walk.
He had been abandoned by his own creators.
And because he was truly half-human, half-beast, he didn't suffer the near-constant agony of that cycle.
Like that thing women experience monthly—honestly, Eunoia didn't know much about it. Every month, on a certain fixed day, Sonnellino would become like a soulless shell. He'd lock himself in his room, sometimes not emerging for nearly a week.
At first, she didn't know. But now she did. Those times meant he was in heat; he wanted to "take care of it" himself, avoiding everyone during that sensitive period.
But now, he had her, didn't he?
Eunoia's hand gently touched his chest. Almost instantly, Sonnellino's entire body trembled uncontrollably. His teeth bit down hard on the hem of his shirt, pulled up over his chest. His eyes were dazed, yearning for more touches from her.
"You trust me that much?"
Sonnellino nodded slightly, his gaze so hungry it was as if he wanted to devour her whole. Eunoia opened her mouth, taking one of his nipples between her lips. Her hand kneaded the other.
He closed his eyes, feeling the cold sensation on both sides. She wasn't human; she was just a machine, but why...
"E-Eunoia..."
He felt small moans desperately trying to escape his throat. The corners of his eyes grew wet with tears.
Pleasure surged as her tongue glided over his nipple. A moan slipped through his clenched teeth; the cold gradually warmed from his body heat. He shuddered violently, his breathing erratic and labored. It was his first time experiencing heat with someone else – or something like that.
Gradually, his reason faded, leaving only room for desire and ecstasy. Unconsciously, he ground his lower region against her thigh. It was a very rude action, but he needed it. He needed something to release him.
"You've lost your mind."
She released him. A string of saliva connected her lips to his chest before breaking in seconds. Her finger pressed hard on the other nipple, even pinching it.
Sonnellino seemed to enjoy this kind of play; the pace of his grinding increased, along with the small moans escaping his mouth. Eunoia didn't want to keep him waiting; she took his nipple back into her mouth. But this time, she bit it.
He let out a high-pitched moan and then... wait. Sonnellino looked down at his chest. His mind told him he'd climaxed, but he knew his lower part hadn't yet. So what came out was...
"Eunoia! Don't drink it!"
He nearly burst into flames when he saw her mouth full of thick white fluid. Milk. It was milk. What came out wasn't anything else – it was his milk!
Ignoring him, she wiped the thick streams of milk spilling from her mouth. Lightly sweet, a bit creamy, but far too bland for her taste.
"Princess, stop licking it. Spit it out!"
He panicked, sitting up straight and using his own hand to wipe the white milk flowing all over her mouth. Sonnellino had never tasted it himself and had no desire to know what it was like.
If even he wasn't interested in the milk his body occasionally produced, how could she be?
Suddenly, her arm wrapped around his neck. Before Sonnellino could process what was happening, Eunoia slipped her tongue into his mouth.
Her tongue explored nearly every corner, entwining with his as if they had been separated for a thousand years.
She pinned him down onto the bar counter, laying him flat while they remained entangled, unwilling to part.
Her tongue was ice-cold, yet it carried a hint of sweetness and creaminess, with a touch of warmth. Quite tasty?
"That's your milk, you know."
Eunoia pulled back first. She could clearly see how shocked his face was upon realizing the light sweetness on her tongue came from his own milk.
Sonnellino stammered as he watched her lean down and lick up every drop seeping from his chest.
"Wait, Eunoia! You don't have to do that!"
Toward the end of his sentence, his voice grew increasingly flustered. His breathing quickened again as she licked not just the nipple but his entire breast.
Her hand gradually slid lower until it reached the most sensitive part of him.
Slipping into his pants, his clit seemed to have been waiting for her fingers all along. It was wet, secreting fluids that soaked his thighs.
She had cleaned one breast completely; only the other remained "messy" from "it." And she knew he'd moan even more as she continued stimulating him relentlessly.
"Ready?"
Eunoia asked, receiving a firm nod from Sonnellino. She smiled, sliding her finger deep into his vagina.
A jolt of electricity shot through his body as the sudden cold penetrated his sensitive spot. Of course, he wasn't used to that chilling sensation yet. It was like inserting ice.
But the pleasure it brought was immense. Her cold fingers made every touch cause him to jerk in ecstasy.
His hands gripped her shoulders tightly, clinging to her as if she were a lifeline. Each thrust was slow and indulgent, as if she feared hurting him.
Pleasure seeped into every nerve fiber, burrowing into every cell. His body relaxed completely while his vaginal walls clenched tightly around her finger, refusing to let go.
But at this pace, how long until he came? How long until he felt true release? So instinct took over. His hips automatically bucked in rhythm with her movements.
Eunoia was slightly surprised but also amused to see this new side of Sonnellino.
"If you like it fast, I'll indulge you."
She kissed his neck, signaling the pace would quicken. And it did.
He clung to her shoulders so tightly that marks were left. His body bounced with each thrust. His moans drowned out the lewd sounds from below. His vaginal walls tightened as if unwilling to release her.
Throughout, Sonnellino whimpered her name like it was his only plea for mercy.
And with a high-pitched cry, he came. Her hand was soaked in his fluids – and of course, it wasn't just from his clit.
"Your breasts are leaking milk again."
Eunoia said with a hint of regret, and she truly felt it. Rabbit milk might not be delicious, but every drop he produced wasn't something she could drink anytime.
"Wait a moment."
"Where are you going? Eunoia!"
Sonnellino watched her leave sadly. Though he'd come, he still wasn't satisfied. Wasn't it too soon for her to go?
After a few minutes, she returned with a medium-sized glass and a lollipop in hand.
"You want candy?"
He asked, and Eunoia shook her head.
"I brought it for you to eat."
She smiled mysteriously but didn't unwrap it yet. She set the glass down, turning him face down so his chest was positioned over the mouth of the glass.
"Eunoia, I don't think this is a– mhmp!"
His words were cut off instantly as Eunoia squeezed his breast hard. Sonnellino's hands clenched, trying to swallow his moans as he felt his chest about to release.
As expected, thick streams of milk flowed gently into the glass without spilling. His body curled up as milk was expressed. Pleasure and embarrassment blended perfectly.
But in less than a minute, his breasts stopped, seemingly unable to produce more.
"Strange. I thought it would be like a cow's."
Sonnellino pressed his lips together, hesitating for a long while before whispering softly.
"Stimulate..."
"Huh? What did you say?"
"Stimulate me."
Eunoia was enlightened. Her hand quickly left his chest. She swiftly unwrapped the lollipop from earlier, licking it until it was thoroughly wet.
"AH!"
Sonnellino cried out, his body nearly lurching forward from the sudden penetration. Something... round? Wet? And small?
"Eunoia!"
He turned his head to look at her, frozen from his scream.
It took him calling her name three more times before Eunoia snapped out of it. She shook her head, meeting his eyes with a gentle smile.
"What are you feeding me?"
Sonnellino asked worriedly, and she answered honestly.
"A lollipop. I told you I brought one for you to eat."
She grinned widely before gripping the stick and thrusting it hard into his vagina. He shuddered violently as the lollipop head rubbed against his weak spot.
Damn it! His breasts wanted to leak milk again.
"Princess, stop! I don't like this!"
Though his mouth said that, his mind betrayed every word. His body welcomed the lollipop just as it had her fingers.
Once again, Eunoia's hand groped his chest. She squeezed lightly, whispering.
"Come nicely for me, okay?"
And Sonnellino did come obediently, just as she said. The trickling sound of liquid hitting glass rang out, accompanied by his low moans. His thighs convulsed violently from orgasm. His nails scratched meaninglessly on the counter, desperately clinging to his fading consciousness.
With a clear "pop", the lollipop left his vagina. Sonnellino panted as pleasure was abruptly halted, but Eunoia gave him no rest. She flipped him onto his back with force, setting the glass of milk aside.
The lollipop glistened under the dim room lights. She twirled it as if the lewd act moments ago hadn't happened. She spoke – or rather, commanded – him.
"Open your mouth."
Sonnellino froze. Don't tell me Eunoia was going to make him eat that lollipop?
"Eunoia... You're go–"
"Open."
She repeated, this time with a stricter tone. As if disobeying would mean she'd snap his neck right there.
His lips trembled, eyes wide in horror. Who would have thought Eunoia would come up with such perverted games?!
But as if under a spell, he obediently parted his lips. The lollipop lightly touched them before sliding into his mouth. Sonnellino's face flushed as lewd thoughts about her intensified.
Thinking of Eunoia this way was disrespectful, rude. But if she kept being this ruthless... he feared he'd become dependent on her.
"Good boy."
Eunoia whispered. Her hand gripped his thighs tightly, forcing them apart. The action was enough to make Sonnellino scream into his mouth.
His wet vagina dripped with residual fluids. Being stared at so intimately made him want to combust. But soon, Eunoia's face was right there. She kissed his clit lightly before plunging her tongue in to suck on it.
Sonnellino squeezed his eyes shut, breathing heavily through his mouth. His thighs reflexively clamped around her head. Her tongue delved into his vagina, lapping at it like it was the lollipop she'd forced him to taste.
His trembling hands reached down, threading into her hair and pushing her deeper. He might feel guilty to death after this, but not now. He was being satisfied by Eunoia. He was being driven mindless by her stimulation. And Sonnellino loved it.
With moans and breaths more urgent than before, Sonnellino pushed her head deeper into his vagina and came. Eunoia was eager too; she opened her mouth, letting his fluids flow in and swallowing greedily. Her chin was drenched in his vaginal secretions, but she didn't seem to care.
The grip on his thighs loosened; his hands no longer held her hair. His eyes glazed over from pleasure. His chest heaved, struggling for breath.
She wiped the fluids from her chin cleanly. Looking down at him with a satisfied smile, she asked.
"Feeling better?"
Too exhausted to speak, Sonnellino could only nod. Eunoia giggled, picking up the glass of (rabbit) milk beside him – the one he was panting over like a beached fish. Her voice brimmed with excitement.
"Help me fill this glass, won't you, Don Sonnellino~?"
He gazed at her dreamily, feeling his body tremble with renewed arousal. This might be the most thrilling and exhausting heat he'd ever experienced.