Perfect body

Trinity woke up from her sleep in the morning and stumbled into the bathroom.

She lived alone, so how could there be someone in the bathroom? Did she forget to turn off the faucet, or was there a burglar?!

At that moment, the bathroom door opened from the inside.

A naked, well-built man stood there!

Trinity was almost too shocked to close her gaping mouth.

His face was as handsome as jade, with chiseled features and deep eyes that sparkled like stars, a blend of ice and fire, gentle yet commanding. His lips were a luscious red, and his tall, muscular body glistened with water droplets, looking incredibly enticing. His perfect V-line disappeared into a place Trinity's gaze dared not reach...

So white! So tender!!

She stared unblinkingly at the breathtakingly handsome man before her, her heart skipping a beat.

"Close your eyes!" His authoritative voice was extremely pleasant, like the magnetic sound of a cello's bass.

Trinity's heart trembled at first, then her face flushed red as she hurriedly turned around. "Sorry, I went into the wrong room..."

However, after taking a couple of steps, she stopped and calmly told herself: He is the robot I bought.

Suddenly, a strong arm wrapped around her and pulled her into an embrace.

Trinity trembled with fear and looked at the man again. He had already wrapped a towel around himself, and from her upward angle, his handsome and enchanting face was so close.

"You're the ugliest human I've ever seen!"

Hearing his mockery, Trinity's face turned a bit sour. "How am I ugly?"

Wait, what did he say?

Human?!!

"You..."

The man was so incredibly handsome that it was suffocating, his perfect face leaving her utterly dazed. The dazzling light in his dark eyes could captivate anyone in an instant.

"Based on what?"

"Based on... I am your master!" Trinity swallowed nervously, facing his beauty.

She examined him carefully and found no signs of artificiality on his body. The advancements in modern technology were astonishing, making it possible to create a robot that looked exactly like a real person. If this weren't happening right before her eyes, she wouldn't have believed it.

However, Lambert suddenly lifted Trinity horizontally and tossed her into the bathtub. His eyes were dark, as if he had some sinister plan. He didn't expect that, in her struggle, the little one in his arms would cause him to lose his balance, and they both fell into the bathtub together.

The position they landed in was quite awkward.

Trinity's face collided with his solid chest, and the pain was excruciating.

"Your welcome gift is quite unique," Lambert's body heated up, his gaze deepening. He instinctively pressed down on the back of Trinity's head and commanded, "Don't move!"

Did she have to stay still just because he said so?

Trinity didn't care and struggled to get up. Unexpectedly, Lambert's long arms firmly pinned her in his embrace, rendering her immobile.

"Don't move!" Lambert warned again.

"Not moving at all is for cowards!" Trinity was referring to his concealed weapon. Suddenly, she widened her eyes and blushed furiously as she realized what it was. "Let go of me, you scoundrel!"

"Keep cursing, and I'll shut your mouth. Do you believe me?"

Both his hands were controlling her, so how could he possibly shut her mouth?

"You bastard! Just wait until I get my freedom back, or else I'll..." Trinity kept cursing until she suddenly fell silent, glaring at the guy with the wicked smile. Her expression clearly conveyed that even if she wasn't speaking, she could curse his ancestors with her eyes.

"I don't need my hands to shut you up."

"Oh wow, quite a complete package. No wonder you're a high-tech product," Trinity retorted, her anger rising at his smug expression. Finally, she couldn't hold it in anymore. "Do you believe I could bite you and turn you into a eunuch?"

"Are you sure you dare?" Lambert's gaze became piercing as he stared at her, a hint of provocation in his eyes. "If you ruin me, won't you regret spending all that money?"

Trinity ground her molars. "You're really good at threats."

Damn it...

"Why is the master yielding?" Lambert observed her delicate, defiant face. Her pitiful yet rebellious look stirred a desire to conquer within him, adding a triumphant tone to his words.

"Don't call me master. You're my master," Trinity snapped.

Lambert looked pleased with himself. "You said it."

"You..."

"Regretting it is useless now. If you want me to let you go, you'd better accept your fate," he coaxed smoothly.

Trinity felt like she had been tricked. "Accept what fate?"