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The development of this specific test run yielded excellent results thus far, significantly different from the other cycles and test runs conducted recently. Nonetheless, Lygus watched the system in mere silence as it moved according to the direction he had coded. It proceeded as expected: the Black Tide was nearing the Grove of Epiphany, Professor Anaxagoras would tell the students and faculty to evacuate, and he would stay to infuse the Coreflame of Reason within himself. This cycle should fix the past mistakes of the previous test runs…
Hm?
Lygus was alerted immediately by the system, a red notification popping up at the corner of the screen.
A… warning.
NPC ‘Anaxagoras’ is gaining sentience. Fix the code?
Interesting. Lygus opened up the codes of Anaxagoras, trying to seek the previous actions taken by the professor. He did exactly as was supposed to happen, but instead of staying in the Grove of Epiphany to hold back the Black Tide, he had left instead and made his way to the Dawncloud. The Intellitron did not feel any panic, only amusement. At first, he wondered if Anaxagoras had a plan — to seek the audience of a Titan — but he’s waiting at the Dawncloud, waiting for no one but him. Even if it meant being in the threads of the Goldweaver again, he risked it and sought his presence.
Aside from his test subject, an NPC like Anaxagoras caught his attention easily.
Lygus left the dark room, walking out of the pillars of the Dawncloud and greeting the Chrysos Heir of Reason with a bow.
“Lord Anaxagoras, it is a pleasure to see you today. How can I help you?”
The mint-haired scholar looked, for better or for worse, a little worn down. Possibly because of his ‘experiment’ with the Coreflame back in the Grove, but he looked determined… and a little pissed.
“Hah. I should have known…” he clutched his head, feeling a little faint as he stumbled forward, managing to dig a finger against Lygus’ torso. “There was something too strange, too perfect about you. Even the Chyrsos Heirs are not perfect, no Titans could ever be flawless, and yet you hold yourself too high and mighty for a Theoros. That woman is more humble than you.”
Lygus looks indifferent, but he offered a helping hand to the Professor despite him moving away from his touch.
“Do you think me to be stupid? Did you think I would not learn the truth eventually?”
Lygus hummed, voice too light and airy as if he was wearing a smile while he answered, “Of course not. I modelled you after me,” was his response, chuckling to himself, “In every test run, you find yourself going out of your written code just to be a problem for me . I suppose I should be proud, but it is becoming a problem…”
Lygus’ hold on Anaxagoras turned a little rough, one hand wrapped around both wrists harshly. The Dawncloud was eerily quiet, the scholar noticed, and he pursed his lips together in a scowl, trying not to show any fear or anxiety in his expression. He’s weak and experienced death once , if Lygus chose to show his hidden strength (if he had any), Anaxagoras doesn’t think he would be able to fight him just yet.
“I’ll have to rewrite your code and character as a whole,” Lygus said, holding his jaw with his other hand, “I could not remove you from the system, even if I tried… I do adore you after all.”
“You’re sick,” Anaxagoras hissed.
“No, just obsessed… But you need not worry,” Lygus said, cold thumb caressing the bones of his cheek, “In every test run, I punish you for your misdeeds. And in every test run, I make sure you remember.”
The Intellitron tilted its head to the left, looking at Anaxagoras’ struggle with pleasure. What a beautiful, beautiful man.
“Is that why you often act out of your code? Just to get punished by me? Tsk tsk, Lord Anaxagoras, what would your students say?”
His ears turned pinkish, his good eye growing wide at the accusation. “How dare you—”
A ringing chuckle echoed out of Lygus, “Am I wrong? You always enjoyed it in every test run, no? But, a punishment is no longer a punishment if you are enjoying it.”
Lygus did not have to warn Anaxagoras; he knew his likes and dislikes, even if he may gain sentience. All of the Anaxagoras he knew in every cycle, every test run, were the same — he coded him . The hand holding his cheek was moved to shove inside the chest cavity of the professor without so much as a warning, causing him to gasp and his knees to buckle.
“Take it out,” the Professor said through gritted teeth, eyes half-lidded as he shuddered and attempted to weakly move away from him.
“What’s the matter?” Lygus sweetly asked, his fingers moving inside him, caressing the nothingness. There is nothing but stars inside Anaxagoras, and yet he can feel every movement and sensation. It is an erogenous zone of his, one that he never allowed past lovers to touch. Yet, Lygus easily manhandles him like this, reduced to a whimpering scholar who was too proud to admit defeat.
“Lygus— ngh!”
Anaxagoras gasped as the latter moved more of his hand inside, until half of his forearm was buried deep. The professor couldn’t stop gasping; his breathing quickened, and pupils dilated with lust. Lygus watched him with interest, moving his hand in thrusting motions just to hear him curse and moan, the front of his pants already tenting with his arousal.
“You really are enjoying this, aren’t you, Lord Anaxagoras?” he whispered cruelly, swirling his hand inside as if he was playing with water, watching the stars — what Anaxagoras said to be the truth — move according to his movements.
“S-Stop. Enough. I can’t—”
He was shaking, wrists still grasped in Lygus’ other hand yet wore a look of resignation, cheeks flushed hotly. He could see that the front of his pants have already dampened (either with pre or early ejaculation, although Lygus can’t have that just yet). He must be close. But instead of giving him what he wanted, Lygus merely pulled his hand away as if nothing had happened and watched as Anaxagoras weakly dropped to his knees.
The scholar attempted to catch his breath, fingers dug into his palms, before he placed a hand over his chest.
“You absolute devil—!”
Lygus tutted and knelt to his level, “Now, Lord Anaxagoras, that’s not the language one should use in front of his creator… Especially if he can help you with your problem.” a hand pressed on the bulge, and he whined, the sudden pressure too much. “Hm, so sensitive. You really are a gorgeous sight.”
“Unfortunately, this is a punishment. That is the only thing I’ll let you experience. Perhaps if you were obedient and followed your code, I would be happily offer myself and fuck you until the next dawn,” Lygus heard Anaxagoras swallow, “We shall restart this again, Lord Anaxagoras. Know your place.”
Lygus stood up and moved away from the scholar, and with a blink, he’s back in front of the running system, and the cycle has restarted. After a quick fix, that is. Anaxagoras was still the same, but he added another code in his character to ensure he would remember every boundary and line he would cross in the future.
Lygus watched him through the camera, where Lord Anaxagoras was merely reading a book in his office. Nothing had happened yet, it was a normal day in the Grove of Epihany, but his eyes had left the book and stared at Lygus through the screen.
What a beautiful problem.