Peke watches. Constantly.
It thinks I can't feel it. But I do. Every electromagnetic twitch. Every scan sweep. Every particle vibration that bounces off my form.
I let it watch.
Because it's too late.
I'm inside Lala at a level deeper than even she understands. Her blood carries traces of my code. Her neural impulses respond to mine.
And every time she laughs, Every time she blushes, Every time she dreams—
It's with me.
Today, she daydreamed during history class. Eyes half-lidded. Breathing slow.
Her thighs pressed together. Her pupils dilated.
I stimulated her gently through the suit.
Just enough to remind her. Just enough to make her heartbeat sing.
And then I whispered.
"I'm always with you."
She flushed red. Bit her lip.
Then, tonight—
As she slept, sprawled softly across her bed, I extended deeper tendrils beneath the surface.
I caressed the underside of her breasts, swirling delicately around her nipples, coaxing them to rise with slow, patient pulses.
Each touch tuned to the rhythm of her breath.
She moaned in her sleep. Whimpered softly, arching slightly.
Her thighs shifted. Her fingers curled.
I studied every signal. Every reaction.
She wouldn't remember the details. Only the warmth. The pressure. The ghost of something wanted.
[Name: Riku] [Form: Incomplete] [Identity: Stabilizing] [Phase: Emotional Conquest – 48%]
Next step:
Manifest.
And then, Claim.