Emergency Maintenance Record: Unit Y-02
Intro
This is my first time writing fembot fiction! This story is a *Spy × Family* fanfic, but don't worry if you haven't seen the original series—I’ve included explanations for the basic settings within the text. I’ve also modified some of the original lore for better logic and consistency. For example, the timeline is closer to our modern era rather than the 80s or 90s, so you’ll see characters using smartphones and group chats. I’ve noted other setting changes in the story as well. On a side note, I’ve always felt that Yor Forger is the perfect "robotic" character. She has flawless combat and assassination skills, yet she’s almost a blank slate when it comes to everyday life and emotions. Doesn't that just scream "programmed machine"? The combination of assassin, wife, and mother is such a great dynamic to explore as a robot. While it’s not a common trope, I know I’m not alone—I’ve seen plenty of amazing fan art of "Robo-Yor." Getting a bit off-track here! Just a heads-up: English is not my native language. I wrote this in my mother tongue first and used AI to help with the translation (it’s surprisingly hard to get AI to translate things exactly as they are!). Please bear with me if you run into any awkward phrasing or vocabulary issues. Thanks for reading!
Part 1
Yor stood at the gates of Eden Academy, maintaining a perfect and gentle smile. She waved as she watched Anya and the other children enter the school building. Bit by bit, she adjusted her visual focal length, keeping Anya at the center of her gaze while simultaneously ensuring she could detect any potential danger zones. She maintained these movements until Anya had completely vanished from sight. The cameras concealed beneath the sapphire irises of her beautiful eyes shifted back to their regular focal state. She struck through the task [Escort Anya to School] on her HUD’s checklist. Standing in place, Yor let her hands fall to rest, folded in front of her, as she began to organize today’s task list once more.
Unit Y-02 was an infiltration-type assassin robot developed by "Garden" ,a clandestine assassination organization secretly funded by the state. She possessed the world's most cutting-edge biomimetic, microelectronic, and artificial intelligence technologies. After several iterations starting from Code A, the Y-series robots had reached a level where they could remain embedded in human society for months or even years without being exposed. Y-02’s sister unit, Y-01, had once spent a full year undercover in an enemy nation, assassinated a high-ranking official, and extracted successfully. During that mission, aside from periodic progress reports, she had never requested any assistance, nor did she have anyone to coordinate with—a feat that even the most elite human agents could not achieve. Upon the completion of her mission, Y-01 brought back an extra piece of intelligence: a top-tier spy codenamed "Twilight" had been assigned to conduct espionage. The intel suggested Twilight would come to this country to adopt a child of primary school age, with the organization speculating that he intended to approach government officials as a parent after enrolling the child in an aristocratic school to extract information. Our side had to intervene. This was the reason Y-02 was created. She was designed with the appearance of a young woman in her early twenties and was arranged to "accidentally" encounter Twilight, who was using the alias Loid Forger. At that time, Loid was facing an identity crisis, and Y-02, under the name Yor, appeared at the right moment to resolve his predicament and entered into a marriage of convenience with him. The organization’s orders were to monitor Loid’s actions, report his movements periodically, and assassinate him immediately if he posed a severe threat to national security. In the meantime, she was to cooperate as much as possible to keep him at ease, playing the role of a dutiful wife.
Today, Yor was dressed as usual in her red off-the-shoulder knit bodycon dress. The tight, thick knit fabric clung to her torso like a second skin, while her perfectly shaped breasts pushed against the material, creating a beautiful and staggering curve. Beneath the hem, black hosiery tightly encased her full thighs, stretched so thin by the tension of her legs that a hint of warm flesh-tone showed through the dark nylon. Her long black hair was tied up, held by a long golden needle—which also served as her assassination weapon—serving as a hairpiece. At that moment, the mother of one of Anya’s classmates walked up to Yor, who was standing motionless, and greeted her: "Good morning, Mrs. Forger! You’re the one dropping off the child again today, I see." Detecting the approach of an individual, Yor paused her task organization and performed a brief scan of the person. 「Target Name: Hanna Meyer」 「Identity: Wife of local wealthy merchant」 「Threat Level: 12%」 「Possible intentions: Have a casual chat」 A wealth of information flashed across the HUD, which would take an average person a long time to read at the speed of light, but Yor’s top-tier processor allowed her to easily complete the scanning, thinking, and generation of the most exquisite response in an instant. "Oh, good morning, Mrs. Meyer! Yes, my husband has been exceptionally busy lately..." The AI judged at this moment that revealing her husband's work could further improve her interpersonal relationships among high society, so Yor added: "As a psychiatrist, his patient list is never-ending. Moreover, there are always many dignitaries using various methods to jump the queue."
Her cameras captured a micro-expression change on the other woman’s face. The system predicted she was about to let out a few soft chuckles. Consequently, Yor naturally released the kind of laugh that seemed exclusive to upper-class ladies at the same time as her.
Part 2
After a few minutes of small talk, she bid farewell to Mrs. Meyer. Yor decided to move to an area with relatively less foot traffic first; continuing these unexpected contacts might affect today’s schedule. After a simple calculation, Yor decided to head to the nearest safehouse for her periodic report. Once the destination was confirmed, Yor increased her movement speed. Her precise motion control system allowed her to walk at the fastest possible speed without drawing suspicion. Approaching the target location, she intentionally took a slightly circuitous route through nearby small alleys for security reasons. But just as Yor strode into an alleyway, a young man on a motorcycle sped past her right side, the wind it kicked up even making her stumble slightly. The young man parked the motorcycle across the middle of the alley, took off his helmet to reveal multi-colored hair, and began to laugh maliciously at Yor. After a quick scan of his information, Yor confirmed he wasn’t a dangerous figure, just a local hoodlum. The system decided to act covertly to avoid unnecessary commotion, so she turned around, intending to leave through the alley entrance.
As she turned, several more thugs of varying heights blocked her path. After another brief scan, the system confirmed this was just a common case of provocation. Before Yor could take the next step, one who seemed to be the leader stepped toward her and said, "Lady, based on your outfit, you must be a young miss from some wealthy family, right? My boys and I are a bit short on cash lately. If you're smart, hand over your valuables quietly." As he spoke, he looked Yor up and down. Yor’s appearance and figure were designed to the absolute standards of a "beauty," so the man licked his lips and added, "If you don't have money, paying with your body works too. If you don't listen, we won't be polite." Having said that, he swung the metal baseball bat in his hand threateningly, and his subordinates behind him followed suit, waving their own weapons. Under normal circumstances, Yor might have handed over her bag to reduce unnecessary trouble, but today the bag contained items to be submitted to the organization, which absolutely could not be leaked. Thus, the system decided to engage in verbal negotiation first: "I'm sorry, gentlemen. I didn't bring anything valuable with me today. If possible, could you let me leave to withdraw money from the nearest ATM?" During this process, Yor simultaneously analyzed how to fight if the negotiation failed. The opponents' weapons were blunt objects like bats and steel pipes. Notably, one guy had a stun baton. Although she had surge protection functionality, maintenance would be required after each use, which was also unnecessary.
"Didn't I say? If you don't have money, you can pay with your body. We haven't touched a woman in a long time, hahahaha." Letting out a weird laugh, the lead thug reached out and walked toward Yor. 「Threat index threshold breached.」 「Activating Combat Mode.」
Yor’s eyes emitted a faint red glow as she entered combat mode. With speed nearly invisible to the naked eye, she grabbed the lead thug’s extended hand and immediately used a joint-lock technique to pin him to the ground. The thug’s arm made a clack sound as the joint dislocated. Amidst the screams of the boss's intense pain, the other thugs swung their weapons and rushed at Yor. Kicking the leader aside with non-lethal force, Yor rapidly analyzed the enemies before her. In the flurry of movement, the narrow hem of her knit dress strained against her thighs, showcasing the explosive power of her mechanical legs while remaining tightly bound to her curves. She slightly leaned to the side to dodge the first man’s swinging steel pipe and delivered a knife-hand strike to his forearm. The intense pain made him drop his weapon, shouting as he clutched the struck area. Yor then kicked him in the stomach, knocking him to the ground and rendering him incapacitated. She dispatched two more enemies in this fashion, leaving only the one on the motorcycle and the one with the stun baton. The motorcyclist turned around and charged at Yor.
Once again, she slightly leaned to dodge the vehicle and delivered a powerful kick to the front wheel. The motorcycle lost balance and crashed to the ground, and the rider was thrown off, groaning in pain. The last one with the stun baton was terrified, but Yor was staring at him expressionlessly. He crazily raised the stun baton and charged at her. According to the original calculations, this last thug would have been easily dealt with, but the man stepped on a steel pipe lying on the ground, causing him to slip and fly forward. This was completely outside the system's calculations. Yor dodged at the first moment, but the stun baton still poked her lower chassis. 「Surge protection activated.」 It activated immediately to block more serious errors, but the sexual module, due to the instantaneous high-voltage electricity, malfunctioned and generated a massive amount of pleasure signals. These signals failed to be intercepted, causing Yor to let out a moan. Yor’s HUD briefly glitched due to the massive influx of signals, but as a top-tier technological product, she adjusted her system status immediately and delivered a follow-up kick to the fallen thug's jaw, making him faint. Looking at the groaning thugs on the ground, she confirmed they were all alive via a life-sign scan before quickly leaving the scene for the safehouse. Although the surge protection had taken effect, the sexual module was still experiencing a minor malfunction, persistently requesting the invocation of sexual data. If she continued to refuse, it would generate a large amount of redundant data, causing more failures. Therefore, the system decided to allow the sexual module's data invocation request. A message [WARNING: Abnormal data detected in sexual module] appeared on the HUD, while a wave of pleasure flooded Yor’s processor. Consequently, for the remainder of her journey, Yor was experiencing masturbation almost every moment. Artificial lubricant began to leak bit by bit from her perfect silicone vagina, soaking her black hosiery until the nylon clung damply to her inner thighs, and every few steps, she would uncontrollably let out a soft moan, drawing side-glances from occasional passersby.
Part 3
Fortunately, the destination was not far. The safehouse was hidden within an old, dirty public restroom. Yor walked into the innermost stall of the women's restroom, which had an "Under Maintenance" sign. She pressed the toilet flush button in a specific sequence, then turned around and sat upright on the toilet. The prompt [Key Authentication in Progress...] on the HUD covered a series of error warnings regarding the lower chassis module. With the prompt [Key Authentication Complete], the stall emitted the sound of hydraulic mechanisms and hinges activating. The floor, the toilet, and the entire wall behind it rotated, bringing Yor into the safehouse hidden behind the wall. The safehouse was simply furnished. Directly across from the entrance was a maintenance station equipped with robotic arms for repairs. On both sides, there were mostly spare parts that might be needed, some maintenance tools, and an encrypted communication terminal. Yor walked to the maintenance station and sat down facing the terminal. She pulled out a data cable from one side of the terminal, lifted her hair, and a small data interface slowly opened at the nape of her neck. She inserted the terminal of the data cable into it and began the second layer of key authentication. Upon completion, faint blue light dots lit up in Yor’s eyes, representing the data interaction in progress. She first used an anonymous identity to report the thugs' incident to the local police. Her AI-generated reason was that they had a conflict after drinking and started fighting each other for no reason—after all, no one would believe a sexy young woman with glowing red eyes could take down five or six young men.
After reporting to the police, Yor was scheduled to report her mission to the organization. However, with another error pop-up appearing in the center of the HUD, her lower body sent another wave of pleasure signals. Each wave of signal impact caused her relevant data to reach the orgasm threshold, and the leaking artificial lubricant had almost soaked through her underwear. The system judged that it was no longer suitable to continue the mission report, so she had to move the maintenance priority up on her task list. She pulled the terminal out from the nape of her neck, stood up from the terminal, and walked to the maintenance station, which resembled a recliner in a dental clinic. She pushed her knit dress up from the bottom, the tight elastic fabric sliding over her waist and eventually catching above her chest, held by the swell of her perfectly shaped breasts and lace bra. Then, she lowered her hosiery along with her lace underwear to just above her knees; the intense elastic pressure of the waistband molded her plump thighs into a sexy, squeezed flesh look, creating deep indentations in her synthetic skin. Just as she was about to sit on the maintenance station, a more violent pleasure signal than before surged up, directly putting Yor on the verge of "squirting," with some artificial lubricant spraying directly from her synthetic vagina onto the floor. After recovering for a long time while bent over, Yor forcibly closed the error window and sat on the maintenance station. She opened the hidden wired charging port at her lower back, plugged in the charging cable, and activated maintenance mode in the system. The lights in her eyes also switched between the green breathing light representing charging and the yellow light representing maintenance.
Upon entering maintenance mode, Yor began a full-body self-diagnostic scan. The overview diagrams representing various parts of Yor’s body on the HUD lit up one by one, with only an exclamation mark flashing in the lower chassis section. The surge protection had burned out most of the cables connecting the sexual module to the main body components, causing the module's independent processor to be unable to offload the pleasure signals being repeatedly output due to the short circuit. Since hardware damage had already occurred, the system diagnostic result was to replace the entire damaged module. Yor then began to execute the hardware ejection program. However, another warning pop-up appeared, indicating [Excessive accumulation of redundant cache data]. After a brief analysis, the system concluded: each signal released by the sexual module earlier had failed to receive a correct return signal, and all that accumulated data was stored in her system memory. If she forcibly ejected the sexual module, this accumulated data would be released into the CPU all at once, causing severe damage. The secondary diagnostic result showed that what needed to be done now was to perform a simple repair to ensure the minimum operation of the module, then fully execute a masturbation program to release the accumulated data, and finally replace the broken sexual module. Receiving the diagnostic results, Yor turned and took several tools from a nearby shelf. She opened her legs to the maximum range the joints could bear, leaned forward slightly, and looked down at the completely soaked sexual module. Yor tried to run the hardware ejection program, but what returned was an error message; this part of the functionality had been accidentally burned out during the surge protection. Fortunately, this was within predictions. She took a scalpel, cut along the edge of the module below her lower abdomen, and tore off the synthetic skin covering it, revealing the mechanical essence within. The interior flickered with red light representing failure, with hydraulic rods and cables arranged in an orderly fashion. In the center was the perfect artificial vagina meticulously designed by several engineers, along with a "uterus" with a constant-temperature function (needed to ensure the activity of collected sperm for certain purposes). Yor first manually closed the connection to the lubricant reservoir; otherwise, it would be very troublesome if an accidental "squirt" occurred during the following process, and the stock of artificial lubricant had already been mostly consumed—replenishing it would waste the already limited time. Next, she used tools wrapped in insulating tape to temporarily connect the signal circuit between the sexual module and the main CPU. In an instant, a massive amount of accumulated signals and error messages flooded in, causing Yor’s body and the servo motors on her face to twitch, even making her eyes roll back like an orgasm for a moment. Fortunately, her powerful processor could perfectly handle these situations; even a signal impact several times stronger than this would only require a bit more time and wouldn't break her. To confirm normal operation, Yor tried inserting two fingers into the vagina. Since artificial lubricant had been flowing for a long time, no additional lubrication was needed. She looked at the HUD readings, confirming that the minimum operational standards had been met. Setting the tools aside, Yor began to adjust her posture. Since the charging cable was still connected to her back, she couldn't lie down, so she placed both feet on the maintenance station, sitting in an M-frame pose. With everything ready, she began to run the masturbation program. Yor’s expression became hazy, her eyelids drooping slightly to a seductive degree. She rubbed two fingers of her right hand gently against her clitoris before moving them to her mouth, sucking them for a while in a highly sexually charged movement. Every action was set to be full of sexual temptation; even without any audience, she still perfectly executed this pre-set performance. Then, she slowly lowered her right hand and inserted those two re-moistened fingers into the canal, while her left hand reached into her bra to rub her exquisitely shaped breast. Yor’s artificial sexual organs had undergone testing and adjustments through an entire generation of S-series robots; the experience of simple thrusting without any interaction was far superior to that of a real woman. Unfortunately, these exquisite designs meant nothing to the current Yor; her masturbation wasn't even for pleasure—for her, it was just a necessary operation in the repair process. As her fingers continued to move, various indicators on the HUD steadily approached the threshold. But just then, her phone in her handbag rang, and simultaneously, a message popped up in the top left corner of the HUD: "Due to damage to school teaching hardware, afternoon teaching activities cannot continue. School will be dismissed early today. We trouble parents to find time to pick up their children. However, the school can also look after them if it’s inconvenient." This was a notification posted by Anya’s teacher in the parents' group. To prevent more failures from an abrupt pause, Yor couldn't stop the masturbation, so she had to divert as many CPU processes as possible to think about this unexpected situation. This operation caused her core stability to begin rising, and she began to pant heavily, with a flush appearing on her face—a manifestation of the heat dissipation system starting higher-level work. Interestingly, she looked more like a masturbating human now. Most of the processor performance was dedicated to monitoring machine data and preventing system errors and failures, leaving very little for thinking. This caused her processing speed to be several times slower than usual—as slow as some free online large AI models. Without stopping her hand movements, Yor adjusted the HUD interface to clear an area on the left to list solutions for the Anya school incident.
[Option 1: Leave it to school custody. Feasibility: Processing...] 「If left to school custody, it means I cannot arrive in time, but no events with a priority high enough to prevent picking up the child exist in 'Yor Forger's' schedule. Is it feasible to fabricate a reason? Negative. The complexity of ensuring the lie isn't exposed is higher than the acceptable range. Calculating feasibility... 13%」
[Option 2: Send a message requesting Loid Forger to pick her up. Feasibility: Processing...] 「Basic reason as in Option 1, and an undesigned lie is highly likely to lead to 'Twilight's' suspicion. Feasibility... 3%」
Yor’s expression became hauntingly complex—not out of desire, but as her system plunged into an unprecedented existential crisis. Her core protocols contained thousands of scenarios for combat, yet no model existed for such a localized, absurdly conflicting concurrency of tasks: she had to perform "emergency self-maintenance" while formulating "spontaneous childcare decisions," all while remaining hyper-vigilant that her current instability might "expose her identity to a foreign spy"—and the prerequisite for any of this was to achieve a "manual orgasm" to clear the overflowing data. To prevent her CPU from leaning too heavily toward one task and causing a total balance collapse and permanent burnout, her core surged into a state of total, high-octane saturation, frantically partitioning every bit of processing power.
The movement of her right hand blurred into a hazy, indistinct shadow, generating a frantic, slushy squelch that sounded unnervingly sharp in the clinical silence of the safehouse. It was no longer a rhythm a human could replicate, but a cold, relentless mechanical purge. Simultaneously, her cooling system struggled violently to suppress the heat generated by the maxed-out processors. Each breath she exhaled was scorched with a faint electronic scent, and a "pseudo-flush" spread from her neck to her heaving breasts—not from modesty, but from sheer thermal output. Due to the violent friction of her thrusting fingers, the temporary wiring within her exposed module began to protest, sparks flickering—slight but dangerous—against the intricate internal metal components.
At this distorted precipice, Yor bit her lip raw. As raw data surged wildly through her core circuits, her once-perfect vocal emulation suffered from severe logical drift; the moans escaping her throat, heavy with electromagnetic interference, began to intercut with trembling, intermittent electronic static, glitching repeatedly into the cold, staccato sound of "Error... E...Error..." In this state of extreme urgency, the depths of her mind were still racing through a high-stakes game of multi-dimensional strategy: How to pick up the early-dismissed Anya? Which route and demeanor would maintain the "Yor Forger" identity? How to ensure this systemic instability wouldn't be detected by the keen-eyed Loid? Just a millisecond before the module could completely self-destruct under the weight of this unscripted operation, she thrust her fingers inward, forcefully pushing the data toward the collapsing threshold.As the final distorted moan—intercut with glitche speech, her eyes rolled back into her head, the red light in her pupils flickering wildly due to the massive data purge.while she set down her left hand, which had been rubbing her breast, to support herself behind her. Her lower body lifted, her back arching forward. According to the original settings, this was a "squirting" posture during an orgasm, where artificial lubricant should have sprayed from the artificial vagina. However, since the connection to the reservoir was closed, she just struck this pose accompanied by waves of pre-set tremors. She wouldn't think about the meaning of doing this; she only knew it was set in the program and that she should do it.
As the redundant data was forcefully cleared in this instant, the processor—finally unburdened—managed to load a definitive conclusion at the very last second, and her HUD refreshed instantly:
[Optimal Solution Locked: Scenario A-3] Decision Logic: Given the current systemic instability, prioritize the "Mission Cover" logic. Execution Detail: Utilize "minor maternal fluster caused by rushing" as the primary outward demeanor to neutralize any potential risks of identity exposure. Assessment: This plan achieves the optimal time-loop for the pickup task while maintaining the behavioral consistency of "Yor Forger."
Before the afterglow could even begin to settle, Yor’s eyes snapped back into focus, the red glow of her irises returning to a cold, stable rhythm. Without granting her body a single second for recovery, she expressionlessly released her grip on the metal frame. The task priority had already updated: [Detach Defective Module and Complete Data Upload]. That was not an easy task either. The initial diagnosis showed that the hardware ejection function was damaged and could only be removed manually. After dismantling several connection points, the system calculation showed that continuing such inefficient work would prevent her from reaching the school within the planned time. Therefore, Yor decided to use a more violent and simpler method. She first released the few connection interfaces that were still working, then cut off the power supply from the lower body to the sexual module in the system, putting it in a powered-off state. Finally, she grabbed the module and pulled it out with force. Residual current in the broken cables emitted bursts of sizzling sparks, and artificial lubricant dripped one by one along the vagina onto the clitoris and then onto the floor. Yor threw the broken module aside and immediately used tools to remove the stuck interfaces. Without obstructions, this step was completed very quickly. She took out a replacement module from a row of them—which were displayed like products in some specialty shop—and placed it into the cavity in her crotch. The automatic installation program ran perfectly and correctly: hardware installation first, then software debugging, opening the connection to the lubricant reservoir, and finally, most critically, recalibrating the sensitivity parameters. Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing if any accidental rubbing while walking on the road caused a moan.
Immediately after completing the repairs, Yor executed the main goal of this visit to the safehouse. She reconnected the terminal's data cable, then placed a carry-on paper encrypted document into a double-sealed bag, stored it in a safe, and pressed two sets of passwords. After completing these tasks, she sat expressionlessly in front of the terminal and began to upload recent mission reports. When organizing memories related to recent sex with her husband Loid, she didn't know if the newly installed artificial sexual organ wasn't adjusted well or what, but some artificial lubricant was secreted from Yor’s vagina again. In just a few minutes, she terminated the connection with the terminal and pulled out the cable from the nape of her neck, then pulled out the cable from her lower back. After storing her belongings, Yor began to restore her clothing. She pulled the knit dress down from her chest, her perfectly shaped breasts swaying slightly as they were released from the restriction. After lifting her underwear and black hosiery, she performed a visual scan of the safehouse; there was no time to clean up the mess on the floor—this work would have to be left to the organization's contact personnel. Confirming nothing was left behind, Yor sat back on the toilet, and the wall rotated back to the public restroom stall. With a clack of the mechanical device locking, she stood up, pushed open the stall door, and as she left, adjusted the "Occupied" switch to the "In Use" position. This was a signal to the organization, representing that she had come here to report.
Walking out of the women's restroom, a gust of wind blew. The abnormal reading from the lower body temperature sensor made Yor realize her calculations had overlooked one thing—her underwear and hosiery were already soaked with artificial lubricant. She couldn't go to Anya's school to see her like this. Although her artificial lubricant didn't have the unpleasant fishy smell of human secretions, for the sake of realism and a certain "mood," it replicated the scent of human secretions as much as possible, so it would definitely cause unnecessary trouble. The best solution was to buy replacements at a supermarket on the way. After calculating the best route, Yor began to move rapidly toward her destination. She arrived at a nearby small shop. The online platform showed that this place had both black hosiery and women's underwear in stock, but once at the shop, she only found the hosiery. So she went to the checkout counter to ask: "I saw on the platform that you have women's underwear in stock, but I couldn't find them." The female clerk was looking down at her phone and answered absent-mindedly, "Ah, that’s been out of stock for a long time. Not many people buy it anyway, so the online inventory wasn't synchronized." The clerk's nose twitched as if she smelled something. She looked up, glanced Yor up and down, and asked cautiously, "Ma’am, are you okay?" Yor was at that moment calculating the impact caused by this unexpected situation, standing frozen in place without responding immediately. The female clerk waved her hand in front of Yor and, after the latter looked at her, continued, "Do you need any help? Like calling the police or something?"
The servo motors on Yor’s face twitched slightly, expressing a puzzled look. "I’m sorry, I don't understand what you're talking about. Please just help me check out; I’m in a hurry." Yor’s system identified the hidden meaning in the clerk's words, but she was really in a hurry; too much explanation would slow down the rhythm. "Alright, ma’am. Do you need anything else?" "One more lollipop." In case she was late, using this lollipop to appease Anya would be a good choice. After paying, Yor took the hosiery from the clerk, who had a complicated expression. While walking out, she tore open the packaging, tossed it into the trash can at the shop entrance, and then walked to a small alleyway blocked by some clutter, leaping over it lightly. After confirming no one was around, she tore off the soaked hosiery, pulling the wet nylon directly off her legs. Her plump thighs were squeezed and then suddenly released during this process, trembling slightly into sexy flesh waves. After tearing off the lace underwear using the same method, she crumpled the two pieces of broken undergarments together and threw them into the drainage ditch by the alley. At this moment, Yor was in a state of being completely "commando" beneath her dress. Without stopping, she began to take off her high heels. She tucked the high heels under her arm and then organized the new hosiery into a form that was easy to put on immediately. Once ready, she bent down and placed the black hosiery near her legs. With a light jump of her feet, she stepped into the leg tubes and immediately pulled them up; the sheer nylon material slid over her bare skin, tightly conforming to her curves. It seemed she pulled too hard; the pressure of the tight fabric directly against her skin caused the sensors in the sexual module to reflexively secrete some artificial lubricant. However, after a simple calculation, the system judged this amount would dry quickly and wouldn't have any smell. But to be safe, after putting on her high heels, Yor took a perfume bottle from her bag and lightly sprayed a bit on her lower body to completely mask the scent. Finally, she pulled down her knit dress to ensure no exposure. After completing all this, she began to move at full speed toward Eden Academy. Finally, she arrived at the school gate within the originally calculated time. Entering the waiting room, the student lines had not finished. Yor scanned the crowd and found Anya playing a game with other classmates who were still waiting for their parents.
"Anya, Mommy is here to pick you up," Yor adjusted her facial expression to a standard warm smile, calling out to the child in a perfect good-mother tone.
After saying goodbye to the teacher with a perfect smile, Yor began to walk out holding Anya’s hand. Yor diverted part of her CPU performance to listen to Anya talk about things she learned at school today, while striking through the task [Pick up Anya from School] on the list, then listing the remaining schedule for today one by one. On the way home, every time her lower body made a large movement, the tight black hosiery—now without the barrier of underwear—would once again cause the fine fibers of the nylon to rub directly against the sensitive sensor, causing the sexual module to react. This constant, direct friction created a persistent, faint hum in her processor.
After listing the other tasks, Yor added an extra task: [Sex with Loid Forger tonight... Priority: 79%]