Chapter 65 Oversight

65 Oversight

As the train hurtled down the tracks, I watched the buildings pass me in a blur, their familiar shapes and colors blending together into a mosaic of memories. I leaned back in my seat, lost in contemplation about the recent events. What happened with Ayumi made me realize something crucial: people react differently to situations. While it was true that she displayed those leading signals due to her Sensei-complex, I had convinced myself that she was begging to be fucked by me , just to free me from guilt. However, what happened after the ordeal was beyond my expectations.

I had assumed she wouldn't become emotionally attached so quickly because of her outward demeanor, but this experience taught me that people are far more complex than their surface appearances suggest.

Emotions and reactions often run deep, and it was a reminder that understanding someone's feelings and motivations could be a lot more intricate than it seemed.

In the end , I had to used a suggestion to help her calm down and ease her emotions. I didn't manipulate her thoughts too much, just gave her some ideas to prevent future jealousy issues. It was important to have a smoother relationship and avoid unnecessary problems. "I want to sit here," a weird middle age man wearing a face mask , a hat and a black jacket suddenly spoke, jolting me from my important thoughts.

I glanced around and noticed that there were plenty of empty seats available. I couldn't help but feel frustrated by this guy lack of respect.

"Oh, sure, buddy. I mean, you must have been searching high and low for this one perfect seat . How could I possibly refuse such a rare opportunity?" I sarcastically replied.

I was annoyed that he interrupted my thoughts. Given all the open seats around, I couldn't help but think he was deliberately trying to get under my skin. "Interesting," he chuckled, before abruptly turning around and walking away. "What crazy guy," I said, shaking my head. "The world is really filled with crazy and eccentric people. Good thing I'm not one of them," I nodded to myself, appreciating my own sanity .

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— As I finally reached Seoul, I get off from the train and stepped onto the bustling platform. The city's familiar sights and sounds greeted me, but before I could fully take it all in, my phone rang. I quickly picked it up, wondering who might be calling at this moment. I checked my phone screen, and it displayed "SLAVE #2" as the caller. Confusion washed over me as I pondered why Alyssa, whom I had explicitly programmed to remain at home and only call me in emergencies, was reaching out at this moment. "Why are you calling?" I asked.

"Master, that guy from before is at the front door," she said in a nonchalant tone, lacking any emotion, "and he keeps ringing the doorbell." The initial posting of this chapter occurred via Ñøv€l-B!n.

"The guy from before? You mean your ex-lover?" I sought clarification, making sure I understood correctly.

"Yes, Master," she confirmed.

CRACK!

The unmistakable sound of glass shattering sent a shiver down my spine.

"Don't tell me," I exclaimed, but as fear and concern washed over me, I quickly realized that I was defenseless. I scanned my surroundings, and my eyes landed on a pair of big scissors lying in the garden. Without hesitation, I grabbed them, .

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

As I heard more things breaking inside the house, I became completely sure that something terrible was unfolding. It appeared that the guy had lost his mind and broken into my home. Fueled by anger, I gripped the garden scissors tightly. "I'll fucking kill him for messing up my property!" I hissed through gritted teeth as I slowly pushed the door open, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest.

Adrenaline coursed through my veins, and every muscle in my body tensed as I walked deeper into the house, clutching the garden scissors like a weapon.

Inside, the chaos was evident. Furniture was overturned, belongings scattered, and shattered glass littered the floor. "Damn it, she must have really struggled to cause this much chaos," I grumbled, shaking my head in annoyance. I should have been more cautious. Knowing that guy is such a scumbag, I really should've warned her to be on her guard. This oversight weighed heavily on me.

I also realized that I had made mistakes in her programming, particularly the part where I instructed her to never let other men touch her It seemed like she had taken this directive very seriously and was willing to do anything to follow it.

I figured out that I needed to fix these programming errors and address the issues causing her behavior later.

"But for now, I need to save my property," I affirmed to myself.