Chapter 18 - New Body~❤️

I'm finishing up chapters 25 to 28 and just know there's going to be a lot of smut since I made one for each of the current girls. I wasn't planning to but whatever.

Imma try to mass release them to not bore you with smut and can skip them if you like.

Anyway, this has smut but I haven't made any A.I lewd images for this yet. Maybe later. Idk. That aside, enjoy and feel free to tell me your suggestions.

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The soft hum of machinery pulsed through Soren's private laboratory, the cool blue glow of holographic monitors illuminating the polished metal walls. The room was filled with a quiet anticipation, a stillness that preceded something monumental.

Soren stood before the regeneration pod, his sharp gaze fixed on the figure within—a masterpiece of science and genetic perfection.

"Status?" he asked, not turning away from his work.

A smooth, melodic voice resonated from the lab's speakers.

"Finalization at 98.7%," replied A.U.R.A., his Artificial Unified Research Assistant.

"Cellular synchronization is stable. Consciousness transfer remains uninterrupted. Subject is approaching optimal functionality."

Soren smirked. "Good."

Inside the chamber, suspended in biogel nutrient fluid, Nana Shimura's new body rested in pristine stillness. Every detail had been carefully crafted—not just restored but perfected.

The Viltrumite augmentation had sculpted her physique into something exquisite. Powerful yet undeniably feminine, her form struck a balance between strength and elegance.

Her toned abdomen spoke of raw power, her supple curves retaining the grace of her former self while now carrying the refined durability of a warrior. Her long legs, perfectly proportioned, hinted at the devastating speed and agility now encoded into her very being.

Yet despite the changes, she was still Nana.

Soren's fingers danced over the controls, entering the final command.

"Initiate awakening."

The pod hissed as the containment field deactivated, releasing a burst of pressurized air. The biogel drained, leaving the body within exposed to the cool air of the lab.

Her eyes fluttered open—piercing, golden-brown, filled with a depth of devotion and strength.

Nana Shimura had returned.

She took her first breath, her chest rising in slow, measured control. Droplets of bio-serum clung to her flawless skin, tracing along the contours of her body as she stirred.

Her gaze immediately found Soren.

"…Master~❤️," she whispered.

Soren's smirk widened. "Took you long enough."

Her lips parted slightly, her expression unreadable before it softened into something dangerous. Something adoring.

She stepped forward—graceful, predatory. Even in her first moments of rebirth, her movements carried a newfound sensuality, a silent declaration of ownership.

Soren's eyes flicked over her, taking in the way her body had adapted—how her physique was now an exquisite blend of battle-hardened strength and refined beauty. The Viltrumite DNA had made her stronger, yes, but it had also enhanced her in other ways.

A.U.R.A.'s voice interrupted, clinical yet attentive.

"Body synchronization at 100%. Cognitive function fully operational. Hormonal balance remains within optimal range."

Nana barely seemed to register the report.

Her eyes were locked onto Soren, her every breath now dedicated to him.

She stepped closer, completely unfazed by her nudity, as if the very concept of shame had no place between them. Her fingers traced over her own skin, testing the new sensations, before she tilted her head in amusement.

"This body… it's magnificent," she murmured.

Soren leaned against the console, arms crossed.

"I told you—you're stronger now. More than you ever were before."

She took another step forward—then another—until she stood directly before him. Close enough that he could feel the heat radiating from her newly awakened form.

Her lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk.

"I was already yours before, Soren." Her fingers trailed up his arm, her touch reverent, intoxicating.

"But now? I belong to you completely."

Soren's gaze flicked down at her, unreadable. "That so?"

Nana's expression didn't waver. If anything, the intensity in her eyes deepened.

"Yes," she whispered, voice sultry yet unwavering in devotion.

"I exist for you. To serve you. To fight for you." She leaned in, her breath warm against his neck.

"To please you."

A.U.R.A. interrupted once more.

"Would you like me to prepare attire for Subject Nana?"

Nana chuckled, unbothered by her state.

"That can wait."

Soren exhaled through his nose, amused.

"Getting comfortable already?"

She smirked.

"Oh, I've never felt more at home."

He reached out, gripping her chin between his fingers, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Then prove it."

A slow, deliberate smile spread across her lips.

"As you command."

Nana knelt before Soren, her ebony black eyes locked onto his with an intensity that was both reverent and predatory. Her movements were deliberate, her every action a testament to her unwavering devotion. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the waistband of his shorts, her touch feather-light yet filled with purpose.

"Master~❤️," she murmured, her voice low and sultry,

"You've given me everything—strength, power, a new life. Let me show you my gratitude."

Soren's smirk deepened, his gaze never leaving hers.

"Go on, then."

With a slow, deliberate motion, she pulled down his shorts, revealing his massive equipment. The sight alone was enough to make her breath hitch, her lips parting in awe. The intoxicating scent of him filled her senses, a heady mix of power and dominance that sent a shiver down her spine.

"You're… magnificent," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of reverence and desire.

She leaned in closer, her tongue darting out to trace a slow, teasing line along the length of him. Her ebony black eyes flicked up to meet his, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

"Does this please you, Master~❤️?" she asked, her voice dripping with honeyed submission.

Soren's hand tangled in her hair, his grip firm but not unkind.

"You're doing well," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a thrill through her.

Encouraged, Nana continued her ministrations, her tongue swirling around the tip before taking him into her mouth. Her movements were slow and deliberate, each one designed to draw out his pleasure. She moaned softly, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

"You taste divine," she murmured between strokes, her voice muffled but no less fervent.

"I could spend eternity like this, serving you, worshiping you."

Soren's grip tightened in her hair, his breath coming a little faster.

"You're eager," he observed, his voice tinged with amusement.

Nana pulled back slightly, her lips still wrapped around him, and looked up at him with a mischievous glint in her ebony black eyes.

"Eager doesn't even begin to cover it," she said, her voice a sultry purr.

"I'm obsessed. Completely and utterly yours."

She resumed her task with renewed vigor, her tongue working in tandem with her lips to bring him to the edge. Her hands gripped his thighs, her nails digging in just enough to leave a mark—a physical reminder of her devotion.

"Nana," Soren growled, his voice a warning and a command all at once.

She understood immediately, pulling back just enough to look up at him, her lips glistening and her ebony black eyes filled with adoration.

"Yes, Master~❤️?"

"Enough teasing," he said, his voice firm but not unkind.

"Finish what you started."

A slow, satisfied smile spread across her lips.

"As you command," she whispered, before taking him fully into her mouth once more.

Her movements became more urgent, more desperate, as if she couldn't get enough of him. Her tongue swirled around him, her lips tightening as she worked to bring him to his peak.

Soren's grip on her hair tightened, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he felt himself nearing the edge.

"Nana," he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent a thrill through her.

She moaned in response, the vibrations sending him over the edge. He came with a low groan, his release filling her mouth as she swallowed every last drop, her ebony black eyes never leaving his.

When it was over, she pulled back slowly, her lips still glistening, and looked up at him with a satisfied smirk.

"Did I please you, Master~❤️?" she asked, her voice a sultry purr.

Soren's smirk widened as he looked down at her, his hand still tangled in her hair.

"You've done well so far," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. Soren's smirk widened as he leaned in close, his breath hot against Nana's ear.

"But now, it's time for the main event."

Nana's ebony black eyes flicked up to meet his, a mix of anticipation and submission swirling in their depths.

"As you wish, Master~❤️," she whispered, her voice trembling with desire.

He stepped back, his hand gripping her wrist firmly as he guided her toward the wall.

"Face it," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for disobedience.

Nana obeyed without hesitation, pressing her palms against the cool surface of the wall. Her breath came in shallow gasps as she felt Soren's body press against her from behind, his heat searing through her. His hands roamed over her curves, one gripping her hip while the other cupped her rear, squeezing firmly.

"You've always had such a perfect body," he growled, his voice dripping with approval.

"But now? It's flawless."

Nana shivered at his words, a soft moan escaping her lips as his hand came down sharply on her rear, the sound of the slap echoing through the room. The sting of pain melted into pleasure almost instantly, and she arched her back, pressing herself further into his touch.

"Ah! Master~❤️—" she gasped, her voice a mix of surprise and delight.

Soren chuckled darkly, his hand rubbing the spot he'd just struck, soothing the sting before gripping her again.

"You like that, don't you?" he teased, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

"Y-Yes," she admitted breathlessly, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

"I live to serve you… in every way."

His hand slid down to her thigh, gripping it firmly as he positioned himself behind her. She could feel the heat of his massive dick pressing against her, teasing her entrance as he rubbed himself against her slick folds.

"You're already so wet for me," he observed, his voice thick with desire.

"Tell me, Nana. Do you want this?"

Nana's breath hitched, her fingers curling against the wall as she nodded fervently. "Yes, Master~❤️. Please… I need you."

Soren's smirk turned predatory as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.

"Then beg for it."

Nana's eyes fluttered shut, her body trembling with need as she obeyed without hesitation.

"Please, Master~❤️… take me. I'm yours—completely yours. I need to feel you inside me. Please…"

Her words were cut off with a gasp as Soren thrust into her in one swift, powerful motion, filling her completely. Her back arched, her nails scraping against the wall as she cried out in a mix of pleasure and relief.

"Soren!" she moaned, his name a prayer on her lips.

He groaned in response, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he began to move, each thrust deep and deliberate.

"You feel incredible," he growled, his voice rough with desire.

"So tight… so perfect."

Nana's breath came in ragged gasps, her body moving in sync with his as she met each of his thrusts with equal fervor.

"Ah! Master~❤️… you're so deep," she whimpered, her voice trembling with pleasure.

Soren's grip on her hips tightened, his pace increasing as he drove into her with relentless intensity.

"You're mine, Nana," he declared, his voice a possessive growl.

"Every inch of you belongs to me."

"Yes!" she cried, her voice breaking as pleasure coiled tightly within her.

"I'm yours—only yours!"

Her words seemed to ignite something primal in him, and he slammed into her with even more force, his movements becoming almost frantic. Nana's moans grew louder, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge of release.

"Soren… I'm close," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Then come for me," he commanded, his voice a low, guttural growl.

The sound of his voice, combined with the relentless pace of his thrusts, was enough to push her over the edge. Nana's body convulsed as she cried out, her release crashing over her in waves of ecstasy.

Soren followed soon after, his grip on her hips tightening as he buried himself deep inside her, his own release spilling into her with a low, satisfied groan.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together as they caught their breath. Then, Soren leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.

"That was amazing," he murmured, his voice filled with approval.

Nana's lips curved into a satisfied smile, her ebony black eyes gleaming with devotion.

"Thank you, Master~❤️," she whispered, her voice soft and reverent.