Lobotomy Corporation but with Simulation System?

"Manager…"

The Training Department Dean's voice returned to its usual softness, like the timid little rabbit, weak and hesitant.

"Hm? I'm right here, Hod. Are you still feeling uncomfortable…? You should try other things, don't look for comfort from the employees."

X was trying to persuade the Training Department Dean to focus her energy elsewhere, to not pay too much attention to the employees' opinions.

What was there to care about in the employees' opinions? Why not pay more attention to the Manager, right?

X found it strange. She was the Deans' superior. Why didn't the Deans consider the Manager's feelings? They scolded her all day long. When the employees had problems, she was the first to be scolded.

Now, the Dean was unhappy, and she had to comfort her.

But what could she do? She was the Manager, responsible for her Deans— the Deans were responsible for the employees, and she was responsible for the Deans.

After several days, she had more or less gotten used to life here. X had figured out a very effective way to handle personal problems.

She loosened her collar, pulling it open, deliberately getting closer, making it easy for the Training Department Dean to reach… very easy, completely unguarded.

Gentle policies, paired with gentle actions and a gentle tone…

X's voice was a mezzo-soprano. It was a thin tone, a mixture of soprano and alto, a more neutral and less distinct timbre.

That deliberately lowered voice, like a whisper, the subtle friction in her throat, created a gentle and sympathetic tone. It was a voice that resonated deeply, a rare gem that soothed the listener's soul, captivating them.

A pleasant mezzo-soprano could become addictive, captivating and irresistible—and X clearly possessed this quality.

The black-haired woman with short bangs and golden eyes possessed a unique and cool charm. This was because of her seemingly aloof and unapproachable appearance. Her gentleness made her even more captivating and desirable, making her irresistible.

People always have desires. Who wouldn't want to be loved, to be noticed?

Being favored is a great feeling.

"Do you want to try again? It's alright, don't suppress yourself… Venting your emotions sometimes is a good thing."

That magnetic tone, that language that should have been restrained, yet used suggestive freedom, was like a Garden of Eden viper whispering in the Training Department Dean's ear, tempting her with forbidden things.

"Really, Manager?"

Because X was slender, her smooth collarbone was clearly visible, perfectly smooth, more like a work of art… The Training Department Dean, for a moment, couldn't tear her gaze away.

But like someone hesitant to try a new dish, hesitant to approach because of the unfamiliarity, Dean Hod kept asking, her reverence preventing her from taking any presumptuous action.

Perhaps… this was an invitation. This was permission… This was seduction?

Desire was a terrifying thing. Once it arose, it was difficult to suppress, difficult to satisfy.

This was arousing inappropriate desires.

Reason restrained desire. The rigid impressions ingrained in her memory made the Training Department Dean suppress herself, constantly telling herself not to do this. But the black-haired woman with short bangs and golden eyes—

"Of course, Hod."

X answered as usual, completely unaware that the Dean's thoughts and her own perceptions differed.

The rational bowstring snapped. A longing for something… Desire broke through reason.

This was dancing on a tightrope. The steel wire had a weight limit. And—this was a dangerous act. It could break at any time, fall… fall…

Her sky-blue eyes, like precious gems, were fixed on the woman in front of her. The black-haired woman with short bangs had completely captured her attention.

Only when the temptation gradually fades can the grass under the horse's hooves remain untouched.

Swallowing nonexistent saliva, she leaned closer tentatively, lightly biting X's delicate white skin.

"Biting" wasn't the right word. "Licking" was more appropriate. She first gently licked it, like tasting a dish, using her tongue to savor the flavor.

Normally, that pointed part is the most delicate and sensitive. Even though it's an AI, it's not a human body… Thanks to Lobotomy Corp's over-engineering, many unnecessary functions have been added, with unclear purposes.

The Department Deans, these AIs, are almost indistinguishable from humans. They have senses and a rich sense of taste. Their emotions are just as complex as those of humans.

When people judge a dish to be delicious, they would mention the color, aroma, and taste. Only when these three elements are excellent can a dish be considered delicious.

A beautiful appearance, a tempting aroma, a delicious smell…

First, the visual experience, appreciating a dish. Then, experiencing its alluring aroma. Then, using chopsticks to take a bite, savoring it delicately.

The pursuit of ultimate deliciousness isn't just about taste, it's about multiple aspects. It's a kind of empathy, giving people an immersive experience in various ways, a confluence that achieves a 1+1>2 effect.

A captivating flavor… Even though, in reality, there wasn't any special scent. To be precise, it was just the scent of body wash.

X was a very clean person, almost obsessively clean. She would shower very meticulously every day, in the morning and at night. If time allowed, she would also shower in the middle of the day, washing away impurities.

So, there shouldn't be any unusual odors. Unusual scents or fragrances only came from not showering properly.

On X's body, only a faint fragrance could be smelled— the scent of body wash and perfume.

It was a citrus scent combined with rose and osmanthus. Very light, not overpowering. Cologne scents were usually refreshing like this, like the light, cool sensation of mint in your mouth.

It was a cheerful scent that emanated from within, and this gentle, refreshing scent was the most captivating.

Clean and refreshing, yet naturally understated.

This scent suited X very well. It wasn't too strong. The light, clear, and cool fragrance also matched her temperament. Cologne itself represented elegance and coolness.

It was subtly melancholy, like X's serious and dignified aura.

Restraint made her even more alluring, especially when she broke the rules, revealing a sense of abandon— like a moth drawn to flowers, losing its way, disoriented in this beautiful scene.

Her delicate white skin continually attracted the Training Department Dean's gaze.

Licking and sucking at her collarbone, leaving a slight mark, then nibbling gently with her teeth.

Lightly applying pressure to her smooth skin, gradually increasing it, moving along, like a brushstroke on paper, creating a gentle breeze, then lifting the brush, leaving dense marks like a painting.

A slightly red mark appeared on X's collarbone.

Hod was a little clumsy and didn't have good control over her strength, so her bite hurt X a little. Unconsciously, she made a pained moan.

"Manager… I… I'm sorry, did I hurt you…?"

The Training Department Dean was like a student who was rushing to finish an exam and accidentally wrote the wrong answer. She was very nervous. Hearing X's moan, she quickly apologized, not knowing what to do.

She tried to lick X's swollen collarbone, like licking a wound. But this only caused more pain under the stimulation.

But X tolerated this clumsiness, trying to accept it, and responding in kind.

Clumsiness wasn't a mistake. In fact, X rather liked Hod's naive demeanor. After all, who would deliberately make things difficult for a young woman?

Her sky-blue eyes were like beautiful sapphires, clear and bright. Who could resist such a pitiful and pleading gaze?

At least X couldn't refuse the Dean's request. She almost never refused any Dean's request, as long as it wasn't excessive. She would try to satisfy them.

"It's alright, Hod. It's fine to indulge your desires a little. I don't mind you venting your emotions on me. Your work has been excellent these past few days— But I've forgotten to reward you. Consider this your reward."

Actually, this wasn't a reward. X hadn't mentioned this kind of reward to the Training Department Dean. But X still helped the Training Department Dean find an excuse, a reason for "work-related rewards," so that Hod could accept it calmly.

Accepting these actions calmly, finding a justification, a rational explanation for her behavior.

The method that worked on Netzach also worked on the other Deans.

Although she was often slow, X could more or less understand this kind of psychological need. Everyone sought a sense of security, wanting peace of mind.

Dean Hod was probably in this situation. Because of her anxiety, she sought reassurance from the employees, comforting herself with "saving the employees" and "the employees' gratitude."

To correct this flaw, the best way to solve this problem was to help Hod find comfort and reassurance from other sources.

That was X's intention. If the Manager could provide the Dean with comfort, allowing Hod to feel secure, then she wouldn't be affected by the employees' opinions.

And if a good outcome could be achieved, then the process and methods didn't matter. Even if the methods were a little underhanded, if a small sacrifice was necessary, it didn't matter.

Without much hesitation, the Training Department Dean made her decision.

"Manager… Can… can I do it again?"

Even though it was a question, X didn't need to answer. Because Hod had already kissed her, silencing any potential response.

Unlike X's gentleness, the Training Department Dean's actions were unexpectedly forceful and clinging. She pressed close, thoroughly exploring X's body, as if she wanted to leave a deep impression, greedily searching… as if she wanted to mark every inch of X.

She longed for X to be infused with her scent… longed for X to be enveloped in her scent, to carry her fragrance.

This was undoubtedly a possessive, predatory animal, not a soft, docile herbivore.

Quickly, her naivety faded. The Training Department Dean's kisses became more skilled… her actions became increasingly sophisticated.

This could be attributed to X being an easy subject to train, an easy target to vent her emotions on. Or perhaps… it was more than just a simple training subject.

After all, this wasn't something a training subject would do. Usually, a kiss indicated permission, a prerequisite for proceeding to the next step… Only X didn't realize it.

She didn't have that concept.

But once ignited, desire could only grow, like a bottomless black hole that could never be filled. It had to be extinguished with a bucket of water while it was still a small flame, or a tank of gasoline would be poured on it, making it burn even more fiercely.

The Training Department Dean was no longer satisfied with kissing. She intimately rubbed along X's neck, rubbing against X's hair. She greedily inhaled X's scent, immersing herself in the faint citrus and osmanthus fragrance.

Hod, who had been sitting on X's lap, began to caress X's lower abdomen. Her knees gently pressed, pressing against X's waist, rubbing… inexplicably… indescribably.