Maybe she shouldn't have agreed too soon.
Because General B-02's eyes flared from a warm, inviting emerald to a blinding, radioactive green. For all his diplomatic eloquence and highly calibrated aristocratic charm, he was still a Class-5 War Unit—a machine engineered for absolute domination. And the fragile, beautiful data analyst had just handed him the keys to the kingdom.
He didn't hesitate. B-02's hands instantly bracketing her face.
He captured her lips in a kiss that was mathematically calculated to completely dismantle her biological defenses. It wasn't gentle. It was a scorching, ravenous consumption, tasting faintly of sweet jasmine tea and the sharp, electric tang of ozone. His synthetic tongue swept past her parted lips, exploring her mouth with a relentless, terrifying rhythm that sent a massive shockwave of pure pleasure straight down Mei's spine.
