Heat flared at Vaygren’s temples. She told herself that the feedback was an artifact, a technical echo. But it wasn’t just code. The fram had, in the course of connecting itself to the client, kissed something in her that had been kept off-limits: a memory of her own she hadn’t intended to carry in a stranger’s hands. It was a softness she had packed away, labeled “inefficient.”
Vaygren felt it too. Through her interface, a subtle feedback loop sang back: a thread of the client’s yearning snagged her peripheral sensors. A warmth, more intimate than professional distance allowed, threaded through the connection. She blinked, automatically severing the secondary feed. Protocol prevented cross-contamination, but protocol was made by people who’d never tasted borrowed longing. vaygren lustful temptation ep 1 cyberfram install
The final pieces—the helmet and gauntlets—clicked into place. The room went dark as the visor sealed over her eyes. For a second, she was blind. Then, the HUD flared to life, painting the world in hues of crimson and gold. Heat flared at Vaygren’s temples