"A week ago, I told him about the human enhancement algorithm," Pierre continued.
"He's a scientist like me, so he was excited and wanted the code too. But he had nothing to offer, so I told him to record this video in exchange for a few lines of code that reduce human perception from 100 to 80."
Susan didn't believe it. The actual code could reduce perception to 20ms.
"You're lying. My husband is the smartest man in the world," she retorted. "He wouldn't fall for your lies, and he could have advanced it from your code."
"I've heard it. The invisible suit, contact lens camera—everything you wore was his creation, wasn't it?" Several windows popped up, displaying blueprints of the invisible suit and contact lens camera. "Actually, they were all mine. I gave him those blueprints long ago in exchange for funding."
"The smartest man alive," Pierre said in a mocking tone.
"I don't believe you." Pierre released her wrist and stood beside her.
"Just watch. This video was recorded a week ago." The video played, showing her husband standing alone in front of the camera.
"Susan, I hope this message reaches you. Pierre told me he'll ensure it does…"
He knew and contacted Pierre all this time? a question arose in her mind.
If he could contact him, what about me? I'm your wife—worry and anxiety were developing in Susan's mind. The video continued as her husband expressed his feelings while she was on duty. Richard's voice was steady.
"You were away too long, Sue. While you were gone, I dedicated myself to science and to Yorkland, our nation. I hope you understand. As time passed, my mind gradually lost interest in your presence, even forgetting you're still my wife. Pierre offered me an opportunity to advance our technology. Our soldiers can react faster, at 80ms latency! It's unbelievable. Pierre agreed to share this code with me, but in exchange…"
Richard paused, showing his left hand. The wedding ring—a symbol of their bond—was removed in front of the camera. Susan was stunned. No words, only tears. Her brown eyes were now red from unstoppable tears. As the video continued,
"I'm sorry, Sue. Goodbye."
When the video ended, Susan fell to her knees. Her husband had ended their marriage for a hundred lines of code.
Questions flooded her mind. "Why? Richard… Why? I've been waiting for you. It hasn't even been a year." Her heart felt squeezed by an immense force. Her stomach churned. She let out her cry without hesitation.
She still couldn't believe it was real. "This must be fake."
"You can tell it yourself. I'll allow you to contact him. It's 4:00 AM here, so he should not be working now."
Pierre handed her a phone. Still crying, Susan called her husband. Moments later, the call connected.
"Hello, Rick!" Her voice brimmed with joy at reaching her husband after months apart.
"Hello, Susan." His voice was cold, flat, no excitement.
Is this how he greets his long-lost wife? Susan wondered.
"Listen, Rick! Pierre lied…" Before she could finish, he interrupted.
"Sorry, Susan, I'm busy…" The line went dead. Susan's mind went blank. "He didn't even ask how she's doing… It's true…" Susan submitted to reality. Her beloved husband was gone. The only bond and faith she had left vanished in mere seconds.
The last person she trusted had betrayed her for his own ambitions. Now, she stood alone with a man who had shattered her faith—her strength, pride, relationships, and work—everything torn apart. Her loyalty to the nation was repaid by exposing her identity and cost her sister's life. Then, her loyalty to Richard was ripped away by a few lines of code. She had nowhere to go now. As she cried out, nearly collapsing, Pierre reached out and helped her stand on her feet again.
Pierre's gentleness reminded her of a conversation she once had with her sister:
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"You should quit this job, Susan," Natasha said.
"But I want to be like you—strong, smart, beautiful," Susan replied.
"But it's too dangerous. I want you to live your life, find a good man, be happy, and grow old," Natasha urged.
"Mehh~ Sounds boring," Susan scoffed.
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A good man? Susan thought of Richard. He had once been a good man, until moments ago. Now that good man had left her, indifferent to her safety. Pierre then wrapped his arms around her. She felt his warmth transmitting through her, calming her chaotic thoughts. Her grudge was decreasing and turning into affection.
In his presence, she was merely his puppet—no harm, no value. But he still gave her a chance to live. She could be reborn, free from dangerous duties, and become Dora Romanov, an NRE researcher.
Susan recalled Pierre's intellect that morning, his strength that dominated her, his bold moves that sparked her body. His dominance fulfilled the feelings she had been seeking—feelings that no one else had ever given her. Now she could feel herself becoming aroused, the tight suit soaking and dripping. Her pussy was pulsing, craving for his domination. Her breath quickened and deepened. Her blood circulated faster throughout her body. She swore against those who had abandoned her while slowly stepping away from Pierre's arms.
Fuck the mission.
Fuck the country.
Fuck that dumbest man.
"So…?" Pierre raised his eyebrow, awaiting her answer. Susan gave up, her mind empty.
"Just do whatever. I don't care anymore." Susan's eyes locked on Pierre.
As she turned to Pierre and slowly unzipped her suit to the end, letting it fall to the wet floor, her well-trained muscles and firm body were exposed. Her pink nipples were hardened. Her shaven glistering pussy was ready for any excitement. Her full and round breasts swayed as she knelt before Pierre, the man who'd dominated her world. Her head bowed at his feet.
"Please forgive me, Master."
Susan had completely submitted to Pierre.
Her body ached, awaiting his command, craving for what's coming next.
Pierre observed Susan's submission, smiling with pleasure. He leaned down, turning Susan's face upward.
"Good girl…" Then his hand squeezed her mouth, forcing it open.
"M…master…"
As he reached into his pocket, Susan saw a label—PX-7—on the pill, the same label as on the syringe. He fed it into her mouth. Susan swallowed it as he commanded.
The pill began to enhance physical arousal, increase lubrication, heighten sensitivity, and amplify the resistance trait unless the person was a masochist. The resistance trait, in turn, would enhance the person's submissive nature, multiplying their sexual desire.
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