I had a tryst with her night and night, and no one else knew. 【Fengyun Reading Network. The tender and meticulous **** makes my ** fully satisfied. She never let me down, and she always kept her freshness and youth, she was like a spirit frozen in crystal, her body and mind were eternal.

But I later found out that even having such an eternal girl is not a big deal. I don't know when my own ** has gradually faded. I'm not a strange person, but I always felt like she was missing something. Then again, if it feels the same every time, it's boring for anyone. In addition, I am no longer an ignorant teenager who has never seen a woman, and it is natural that I might as well be as good as I was at the beginning.

At this time, the Chaya test was basically completed, and the machine chose to simulate Chaya's soul, and then screened and calculated in the interaction with my consciousness, stabilized the form, and she had been resurrected under the name of Chaya. It stands to reason that I should be happy, and even those supporters who were touched by me wrote letters and sent gifts to congratulate me. But they don't know how terrifying Chaya is at this time, her ** has swelled rapidly and turned into a monster with a female face and an eagle body.

She has only one eye, on the lower jaw. It was Chaya's eyes, I remember them very clearly—like orbs with fairy water in them. She looked at me with that eye, and it was creepy.

Although I no longer have any feelings for her, I still can't control myself from uniting with her night after night. In the midst of the joy, a dangerous thought gradually sprouted in the brain. Speaking of which, it may have been deliberately instilled in me by Chaya, who was such a terrible woman.

Anyway, my mind must have been controlled, and I actually wanted to resurrect Chaya, completely resurrected. It's not something that can't be done, the Chaya has restored her soul, and the wooden manipulator has developed a perfect feminine model. Chaya can come back, and she can live forever.

But why would I do it?

This goes back to the question I have thought about repeatedly, do I really love Chaya, even if she has always maintained the state of a girl, won't my ** also decrease. In this way, the problem is still with her. Although that feeling is good, who can stand it every night.

She didn't let me go, and every time she took advantage of the opportunity to bond with me, she forced this thought into my brain, so that I could save her soul and let me turn her into a human. She wants a human body, a human face.

I don't dare look her in the eye anymore.

I really didn't expect that the woman I was so infatuated with would not dare to face her now. It got to this point that I had no choice but to run away. I sent a report to the engineering team that the test flight was successfully completed according to plan and that the Chaya was successful. All they had to do was take some notes and put the finishing touches on the Chaya.

A few days later, the Chaya was transferred to the army for trial, and since then, it is unknown how many men will enter her body and interact with her. But the Chaya is not my property, and I have no choice but to do so. Thinking that she would eventually be an unclean woman, I let go of my heart a little and threw myself into my career.

After getting rid of that woman, I was appreciated by the Central Continent for my outstanding performance on the Chaya, and my career was exceptionally smooth. Later, I was assigned to form a command team with Lei Yujian, and I mastered the entire Maleria government air defense team. Gradually, I forgot about Chaya and worked hard in my career to break out of my own turf. It didn't take long for my fate to reach a critical period – the great integration of subisomorphism. Lei Yujian has left me a good position, and as long as the negotiations at the Golden Sands Hotel go well, I will be able to rise to the top.

In the Golden Sands Hotel, my colleagues from the Xindongdu government army recognized me, and their standard equipment was the J-31-OVT, the Hundred Days Ghost system loaded with the soul of the Chaya, which was not only active in the air defense forces of various countries, but also became the main product of Matritzer, placed in the main hall for people to enjoy at will.

These laughing guys are all men who have entered Chaya's body. Listening to them describe to me how perfect the Chaya system was, I just sneered in my heart, so I casually asked the woman where she was now, and they understood me very well, and immediately told me that the Chaya, the prototype of the system, had been sold by the Central Continent, changed hands a few times, and was now a racing machine in the air competition of Lutong.

If I get here, I will walk away with a chic smile, and turn to devote myself to the military and political competition in the Golden Sands Hotel, I am afraid that I am already famous, at least I will not lose to Lei Yujian's kid. But I was so delusional that I wanted to see the Chaya. Why would I think that, if anyone thinks that I just want to go to the stables of the athletic race to see her humble and miserable appearance, it is wrong. I have feelings after all, I just want to see if she still has the same appearance.

The New Dongdu Aviation Competition, a place where aviation technology challenges the limits, where I met the prototype Chaya again. There are rows of small hangars, and like the racecourse, the rules and regulations are also inherited from horse racing, and the place where she stays is called the stable, which is a perfect space to complete the maintenance and supply of aircraft. It's also very convenient for me to activate her electrical part and have a private meeting with her without me noticing.

It was during this time that I learned about her new owner. I can't remember the guy's name, it's the one I call Monkey anyway. He didn't know anything about ground maintenance at the time, so he had to go to the open ground crew every night to serve the safari mercenaries, which also created an opportunity for me to meet Chaya.

Chaya recognized me, she opened the door and accepted me.

She's still her, she's still feeling like that, and she's still giving me pleasure and release in her. However, after this weird **** subsided, I collapsed in her, and it didn't feel very good. If you think about it, maybe it's still the same old problem. Although the system of the Chaya has not changed, the fuselage has long been worn out due to overuse. The experimenters had used her, soldiers, merchants, mercenaries, and monkeys, and her body looked old and old due to the prolonged overload movement, the skin dry, and the cockpit canopy moving to make that ancient doorway squeak.

I dragged my tired body out of the cockpit, feeling frustrated. The only thing that hasn't changed is that eye, which looks like a jewel with fairy water in it. I twisted my face away to avoid meeting her gaze.

The Vanity Fair at the Golden Sands Hotel was a bit too noisy for me. During the days of the Asian Homogeneity negotiations, I would take the time to go to the arena to watch the game and see how the Chaya performed. Her results were mediocre, and the J-31 was not designed as a racing machine after all. However, her observation is very sharp, and coupled with the information processing ability of the Hundred Days Ghost system, she knows that I am present every time. And in front of me, she deliberately boasted about her feelings for monkeys, letting the monkeys ride in every game, performing desperately, and ranking high in the field. By the middle of the season, the Chaya had moved into second place in the overall standings.

It is conceivable that the value of the Chaya has doubled. If she finishes first overall, she's worth a lot of money.

I think that Chaya doesn't love monkeys, it's just a kind of vanity in front of me, maybe it's also an vent to me. But I still took advantage of the monkey's opportunity to learn the ground handling experience and ran to steal fun with her. The reason why I want to do this is that I don't have any purpose anymore, it's just to satisfy my own personal physiology, and my brain is completely affected by the **** trend, and I do it without thinking. As for whether she is Chaya or not, whether she is a Chaya or not, whether she is humanoid or non-human, it doesn't matter at all.

It is more appropriate to insult her than to ask for pleasure. As for whether I love Chaya or not, the question has lost its meaning.

She, the machine, also has a fever, she has spasms, and she loses her mind in euphoria. Sometimes I feel shameless, but looking at her like that, I think she is even more shameless and cheap than me. I gradually figured out that I had never loved this woman. But I want to kill another person and destroy my future for the sake of her whom I have never loved.

"Kill the monkey."

Whether this is my proposal or not, I can't remember, and I can't say that Chaya used the opportunity of ** to force it into my head. Why exactly did she kill her man, I don't know.

Didn't I have a motive to kill the monkey, and I wasn't. The Chaya has doubled in value and popularity in the sprint race, and she has become a valuable woman. The monkey couldn't have let her go anyway. As soon as he dies and the Chaya has no racers left, I can regain her as the old master. I once said that my unwavering devotion to Chaya is very famous in Nanyang, and even the audience wants to see this perfect story have a happy ending, plus my identity is not as good as before, and I can even get her hands on her without spending a penny. At her current price, if she rebuilds the team, it will be a cash cow.

But I am not so despicable after all, I am by no means a mercenary villain. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come to Chaya at all, and I wouldn't have gone to the man who killed her for her. It's not money or anything else, it's a question I don't understand, and that's whether I love Chaya or not. Anyway, I didn't think about it that much at all, I just wanted to kill the man who made Chaya shine again, so that I could be satisfied. And it's very determined, I have to do it, and if there's any reason for me to think that, I think it's probably obsessed.

I put on Chaya's scalp cross-linking terminal and joined her consciousness. She understood and approved of my idea, and then told me about the monkey's recent routine. Monkey's recent results have been excellent, and he has received media attention, and he can't start in Xindong. Chaya and I decided to take advantage of his opportunity to go to the castle tower town to buy new parts for Chaya and cause a crash. I rented a mercenary fighter under the guise of an anonymous person and took down the monkey's plane at sea; Chaya will prepare the information that is needed and erase it when she is done. As for the other passengers on that plane, I can't care so much.

Before I left Chaya, I took another look at her one-eyed on her jaw, and I couldn't help but feel a little excited. I wonder what it would be like if her soul was injected into the wooden manipulator and she took on a human form.

Maybe I do love her.

I want to get her soul, I want to get her body, I want to resurrect her, I want to have her again, only I can.

I took a deep breath and began to check the status of the Su-30MKM fighter, the rental location and model were all picked for me by Chaya, and there would be no traces.

Until this point, I didn't know I was making a major mistake.

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