Chapter 130: Oh Baby!

Chapter 130: Oh Baby!

My big ass smile simply cannot be hidden no matter how hard I try to suppress it. I turn my head, looking back over my shoulder at Sam while basking in a very fucking good mood.

"Sam, make sure to be at the New Years Eve Bash, I will show you who the best actors are, ha-ha! Let's go Mrs Shen, I want to see your Baby!"

As I stand up from my leather chair alongside a very happy, radiant Lucy, Kate quickly steps closer into my personal space, her eyes holding a deep, earnest light as she addresses me.

"Rick, tomorrow night, please listen to me sing, it is my last concert tour for a while, and I had prepared a song to celebrate our reuniting."

I offer a solid nod of my head toward her to show my agreement, mainly because I do not dislike Kate, or rather Katelyn, at all. I smooth down the front of my jacket before giving her a clear response.

"Well, I will be protecting Victoria Long tomorrow night, so I know the two of us will be there for sure, see you then."

Lucy instantly throws a highly exaggerated wink toward Sam as if she is playfully flirting with him, but the dark, mocking chuckle slipping past her lips is the only sound the poor bastard hears from the older woman as she turns and follows me out the door. How did I know he was her absolute pet project for destruction? Poor bastard never stood a chance.

As we are passing the front corporate reception desk to exit the floor, Lucy suddenly halts her stride, turning her focus toward the blonde woman working behind the counter.

"Excuse me Miss, but what was your name again?"

The girl immediately straightens her posture, looking up with a nervous, polite smile at the sharp agent. "My name is Amelia Kai, Mrs Shen."

Somehow, looking at the intense, calculated glint behind Lucy's glasses, I think this lady is in some serious fucking trouble. I let out a heavy internal sigh.

"Thanks dear, Ufufu."

I aggressively grab Lucy by the elbow, physically pulling her along toward the elevator bank before she can completely destroy this poor receptionist's entire livelihood right then and there.

Ding!

The heavy metal doors slide open seamlessly, revealing Benz waiting inside the elevator capsule for us. The second we step past the threshold, the doors close firmly behind our backs, and the giant man cheerfully turns his head to address us.

"Where too?"

Lucy flashes a warm, bright smile at the elevator operator-bodyguard, adjusting the strap of her bag. "We are going to the 40th floor first."

"Yes, Mrs Shen." Benz replies instantly, his thick hand reaching out to slap the glowing button on the console.

My left eyebrow lifts in immediate question as the lift begins to climb rapidly, causing Lucy to smile and offer an explanation for the high destination."Boss Long is moving into your mansion, so she is letting me use the top floor spare bedroom, and the apartment in general, while leaving her room alone for work related things. She does not want the top floor to sit empty, and it's better than me staying in an apartment. I am also only one floor away from my job. See, so finding me is easy."

Ding!

The polished doors glide open on the absolute fortieth floor, and the two of us step out onto the expansive, luxury entryway. Benz just offers a silent, respectful nod of his head before closing the lift doors behind us, sealing us inside the penthouse.

A sudden, bizarre illusion washes over my mind, making me feel as though my only tactical reinforcements have completely abandoned me out here.

For the absolute first time since entering Victoria's high-rise home, stepping inside this massive penthouse feels like an incredibly bad, dangerous idea.

Lucy smoothly locks her fingers around my arm, pulling my reluctant frame deeper into the quiet home.

Lucy's private quarters are situated in the northwest corner of the floor layout, and she wastes no time dragging me all the way down the hall toward the space. She pushes my hesitant body down onto the plush cushions of a couch facing directly north, swiftly reaching over to hand me a sleek, open laptop.

"There is a copy of Baby on that laptop, and it is not connected to the internet, so feel free to look through it. Don't worry if you accidentally make mistakes, it won't affect the live version of Baby. I am going to change for our Big Burger date, are you changing? You do have clothes in Vicky's room?"

I glance down at my current attire, still wearing my sharp, black tie-less suit under my gear. I have been fastidiously wearing this exact style ever since I officially became a member of the Tang family, and my body is entirely used to the utility of it now. I only ever wear a gold or a black tie if it is an exceptionally important corporate event, using the absence of one to broadcast a balanced image of professional business and casual readiness. Plus, my tailored suit jacket hides the weight of my firearms beautifully against my ribs. Lastly, my armored long coat looks remarkably good draped over my suits while providing heavy defense.

Keeping my eyes firmly glued to the scrolling data on the glowing screen, I give her my answer. "No, I like dressing like this now, why are you changing? What is your preferred style?"

"Well I prefer comfortable clothing, due to my life of being at a keyboard." Lucy explains, walking over to her closet to dig through her hangers. "I can dress however you like, or as the situation calls for, but we are eating at a fast-food restaurant, so I think bluejeans and a tee-shirt is good. Maybe a scarf. Hmm, Maybe like a University student is my style? Do you have something you want me to wear, Rick?"

I shake my head from side to side, refusing the bait as I hit a new thought realization regarding the file pathways.

"Just wear your clothing the way you like, that works for me. As a man, my sense of style is poor, unless it's dressing for a fight, I just put on what my maids hand me."

Seeing me completely engrossed in the laptop coding layout, a tender smile forms on her lips. She gathers up a fresh bundle of clothes from her drawers and slides past the doorway, heading off to take her shower.

Thanks entirely to my high-level Computer Use Master skill and the vital fact that Lucy explicitly unlocked my user permissions to dissect this AI program, I find myself genuinely enjoying the sheer quality of the work she put into this software.

Starting directly from the deep core of the programming block all the way to the specific features governing right-and-wrong—the two primary driving principles behind its logical choices—I get completely lost in the dense coding and the repetition of how the system executes its parameters. To make a clear example of what this AI is truly capable of doing on its own...

[Find the best technique for an amazing blowjob.]

The moment you feed Baby that explicit command, the system instantly launches a massive search across the entire internet, sweeping every single webpage related to the giving, the receiving, the specific anatomical purpose, and the final physical results of any and all blowjob-related material floating on the web.

Next, Baby automatically filters out all redundant or useless information, strictly preserving the highest-rated instructional material. After completing that sweep, it systematically studies the psychological data surrounding human sexuality to define exactly what the male body desires, comparing those findings directly to the remaining pools of data to shrink the pool of information down again.

In the subsequent step, Baby meticulously searches for proper training and teaching methods while aggressively eliminating all negative feedback mentioned that men mostly hate, like the accidental scraping of teeth against the shaft, for example.

The absolute final phase maps out the precise health and hygiene issues for both the receiver and the person delivering the method. Once the human health parameters, mental comfort, and specific romantic purpose have been perfectly solidified, the final response is delivered by Baby in the form of an incredibly easy-to-follow, step-by-step guide.

According to the internal performance logs, this entire highly complex request was completed in exactly one minute of total computing time. This specific, final instructional video Baby generated using automated digital art is the exact guide Victoria watched last night to completely rock my world in the cemetery parking lot. Seeing that result, the process of this AI finding optimal information is entirely spot on in my book.

So, what exactly was the primary downside or limitation to this command? If a user isn't into normal, vanilla blowjobs, the generated guide won't fulfill all of their deeper desires, meaning a separate, highly customized command is required. For instance, some dudes out there like to get bitten a bit during the act, or they like it when a woman roughly squeezes their nuts, and the incredibly creepy one—some men want the woman to shove something up their backdoor. Well, let's not even think about that nasty shit right now.

Fortunately, I have already solved this technical limitation in my head by designing a new framework for a deep user profile that Baby can actively compile on its operators. This will allow the program to intimately know them and their exact sexual desires by tracking what specific things they look at on the internet and exactly how long they linger on those images, kicking off with a lengthy questionnaire at the start and building on the data block over time. This data will make initial prompts like the best blowjob question significantly more accurate.

And the moment Baby has access to two distinct user profiles simultaneously, the performance becomes even better. For example...

If Baby holds both my and Victoria's personal data blocks, and Vicky asks Baby for the best blowjob technique again, the algorithm will automatically calculate the ultimate combo based strictly on our individual likes and dislikes. The custom guide she receives will look vastly different from the explicit guide Baby would generate for a session between me and Nadia.

So you can easily see how mind-blowing this search engine can truly become for a household. Fuck, it is significantly better than any technology that ever existed on my last Earth!

While my brain is actively overheating with the massive commercial possibilities for Baby, a pair of slender arms suddenly wrap firmly around my neck from behind. Lucy leans her weight against my back to look down at the laptop, her breath warm against my ear as she asks.

"So? What innovations have you come up with to make Baby better?"

I am in such an incredibly good mood over the tech discovery that I completely ignore the fact that she is currently hanging onto me like a persistent koala. I dive straight into a full explanation, detailing every single piece of the user profile framework I just brainstormed.

After about ten continuous minutes of listening to my initial architectural ideas, Lucy just shakes her head in absolute wonder at the incredible things I managed to come up with without even seeing the live application yet.

During the course of my technical lecture, she reluctantly slides off my back and sinks into the cushion right next to me, watching intently as my fingers point out the specific lines of code to improve. I lean back, looking at her eyes.

"Baby is a non-harmful program, and we can even monetize it, either adding it exclusively to Harem-Chat users, or creating an independent site that requires membership. Well once Baby is in its final form and the bugs worked out. Safety questions have to be put on a banned list, like bomb-making and grossly illegal inquiries."

Lucy just keeps her gaze locked onto mine, her expression shifting into a tone of serious, unyielding devotion as she speaks.

"If you want it, it is yours. I told you, to do as you please, as long as you never reject my help."

Lucy curls her legs up, settling against my side exactly like a contented cat as she stares deeply into my eyes. She is dressed in tight blue jeans and—to my sudden surprise—she has thrown on my favorite black Metallica shirt. I take a slow, deep breath, trying to steady my pulse because her personal intensity is always so overwhelming to face.

"This is years of hard work, and I can't just take it from you, Lucy." I mutter, my voice steady despite our proximity. "I know you want me to take it, but my heart would feel incredibly guilty."

Lucy completely lost all of her playful, teasing demeanor, her voice dropping into a flat, heavy tone as she began to share a piece of her hidden past.

"I told you I am obsessed with you. Well, my mother was obsessed with my father. A hostile group to my family, waged a secret-war against my blood. They killed many with fake accidental murders. My father was wrongly imprisoned, and all of his authority was stripped from him. He was locked up for doing nothing, while his family was targeted."

I saw a massive amount of agonizing pain swirling inside her blue eyes as she steadily revealed her story to me.

"I was also targeted, and was presumed killed about 11 years ago, so I have lived in hiding from enemies. Only my father survived the purge of my family's strength. My mother, finding out about the enemies plans and capture of my father, single-handedly stormed their stronghold, killing over half of their entire family in one night. By the time they finally stopped her, she freed my father, who fled with her body."

I gently reached out and wrapped my arm around her shoulder to comfort her as I listened to the grim tale, but she was quickly building toward the final conclusion.

"Obsession, it is not insanity, Rick. It is an instinct I and my mother cannot control. We knowingly give everything including our lives for the person we cannot be without. I understand my obsession with you, and I am not delusional. I simply want you to have my everything, why? Not even my mother could tell you why, but... Touching my father was the wrong move, and now our enemies don't even fart at my father now. They don't know my mother died of her wounds that night, and live in fear."

Lucy softly placed her warm palm flat against my cheek, her eyes boring into mine as she clarified her point.

"I don't have the fighting ability of my mother, but my computer skills are just as deadly, so I give that to you. Now use Baby to make yourself stronger, so I don't have to sacrifice to save you. If I died to save you, your heart might grow cold, like my father, so don't refuse my wish. Understand?"

I instantly thought back to the profound personal lesson I had just shared with Jenifer at the graveyard, and I deliberately applied that exact same logic to my current situation. I knew in my chest that I was probably making another massive mistake by giving in, but I was determined to follow my heart.

"Lucy Shen, I will take anything you give me then to get stronger, but... One day, when I am strong enough, I will get revenge for your mother, so stay alive to see it."

A couple of small, stray tears immediately spilled over her eyelashes and fell from her eyes, prompting me to gently reach up and wipe the moisture away with my fingers. She smiled softly upon seeing my comforting gesture, leaving me completely unsure of what dark calculations she was actually thinking inside her brilliant head. I knew my bold promise to slaughter her enemies was probably incredibly foolish, but how could I possibly ignore the desperate plea of my guardian angel?

Her hand came right back to my face, her thumb slowly tracing across the line of my lips. I could easily tell she was intensely contemplating her next actions, her deep obsession with me flaring up as she spoke.

"You know Lucy Shen is not my real name, right?"

I offered a quiet nod of my head to show her I understood. It was honestly way too coincidental for me to have accurately nailed her identity as a simple ten-year-old pen pal, so I wasn't surprised at all.

"Like Mei, I have a complicated background, and if I kiss you like my whole being wants me too, I am afraid you will be disappointed in me. I am a dead person, but I only want to be Lucy Shen for you."

She had explicitly used the word disappointed to describe my potential reaction. My mind raced through the possibilities, wondering if her hidden past had something to do with the Lee family, or perhaps the Central Government itself. Was she an active enemy to my family line? No, that didn't make sense, considering my grandfather was heavily involved with Mei, and Lucy was functioning as her direct boss.

"As long as you aren't my dead mother Sally Tang, I don't think it is an issue, right?"

"Phhht!, Ha-Ha, Rick you are killing me, Ufufu, no dear, I am not your mother I promise, ha-ha! Where in the world did you come up with that conclusion?"

Hearing her sudden burst of pure laughter, I felt a bit incredibly dumb, rubbing the back of my neck as I admitted the truth.

"Mary had made me watch soap-operas for years so odd things like that just pop into my head. Since my dad talked little about my mother, I thought maybe it was because she was hiding like you."

Lucy went completely quiet for a moment, seriously thinking about my theory. In a strange, twisted way, it actually made some bizarre sense to her, but she quickly ignored the thought and leaned in closer with a challenging smile.

"Then, how about this? I will give you my Baby, for a kiss?"

I let out a soft groan inside my throat. No, you just desperately want an excuse to kiss me, but she was trying to playfully frame it as a fair business trade. I could only shake my head at my continuous mistakes.

Without another word, I firmly pulled her body into mine to deliver the kiss she wanted. She quickly grabbed her glasses, sliding them off her face and throwing them to the side before closing her blue eyes tightly. The rich scent of strawberries instantly grew overwhelming as I closed the remaining distance between our faces.

The exact second I pressed my lips against Lucy's, a massive flood of shocking realizations blitzed through my mind all at once, stunning my senses.

First, Lucy had never actually kissed a man before in her entire life. Having kissed so many different, wonderful women across my life, I could instantly identify a first-timer within a fraction of a second. She may have intensively studied how to kiss and what physical mechanics to perform—most likely by gathering data from Baby—but her raw inexperience was as clear as day to me.

The second thing I could distinctly feel was the sheer, suffocating desperation driving her touch. Her entire body was telling me that she would completely crumble into ash if I suddenly pushed her away right now, acting as if she were completely weak emotionally and needed my touch to literally breathe life into her lungs.

While our kiss began growing significantly deeper, our tongues starting to dance together in a wet rhythm, she shifted her weight and straddled my lap completely. Her head was now positioned a bit over mine, looking directly down into my face as we searched each other's raw feelings. Her hands frantically roamed across my arms, shoulders, and chest, examining my body. Lucy's breathing was rapidly becoming heavily labored as she struggled to balance the act of kissing with her body's basic need for oxygen.

This was a classic physical symptom for people making out for the absolute first time in their lives. The intense excitement and the rush of chemical hormones flooding through the system made them incredibly aggressive, inducing a feeling of extreme thirst where only continuous kissing could quench it.

The third thing that completely surprised me was that her entire body began violently shaking in my arms, and I realized she was actually having a full, heavy climax while we were still completely clothed against each other. The moment her orgasm finally subsided, she broke the intense kiss, burying her face into the crook of my neck and licking my skin in a slow, mindless trail while she struggled to catch her breath. I took a deep breath and asked the obvious question.

"Lucy, that was incredible for a kiss. I take it, you finished?"

She immediately tightened her arms in a death grip around my neck, forcefully crushing her soft D-cup breasts flat against my chest while continuing to lick my skin mindlessly, trying to taste my sweat. She mumbled in a complete, breathless daze against my collarbone.

"Hah~! I did, and it is not enough~! I want all of you now, forever. I have never felt so fulfilled~!"

Yep, this was an absolute mistake on my part. I let her slide in for a single inch, and I was going to lose a whole mile to her obsession. But as I felt the raw, unadulterated depth of her love washing over me, I realized that I was genuinely enjoying her affection.

"Rick, Rick, Rick, I only want to make love to you, but I feel guilty to do it." She whispered frantically, her body still trembling on my lap. "I want to admit what I am hiding from you. If I don't tell you, and I love you, you will feel betrayed, but if I tell you, you can't abandon me, Okay?! I love you so, so much."

She completely stopped her excessive kissing, pulling her face back to look down at me with a pair of begging, obsessive eyes. The raw intensity in her gaze told me plain as day that she would literally jump straight off the edge of this high-rise building if I rejected her now. I let out a heavy sigh, realizing I was in way too deep to escape.

I took a slow, deep breath, closing my eyes for a single moment to mentally review every single rule I had read inside that old Yandere survival book James used to keep. I opened my eyes, looking up at her face.

"Promise I-"

Just as the words were about to leave my mouth to tell her that everything was completely fine, the hidden pieces of the puzzle violently crashed together in my brain, and I suddenly figured out her true secret.

The first hidden memory surfaced in my mind.

[Nephew-Con wants to join your Harem... Yes/No]

I recalled looking at both women on the screen back then to choose their respective usernames. Victoria's name made perfect sense to me, since she had simply taken the -Fan portion of my name and appended her corporate tower to it, which was a good choice. But the other name—Nephew-Con?!

I remembered seeing a distinct, heavy glint of playfulness shining in Lucy's eyes back then, openly challenging me to ask her why she had specifically picked that bizarre username. Because I didn't want to play into her hands, I had simply ignored it, hitting the Yes button for both women to continue our system testing.

Then, the second hidden memory violently broke through the fog of my childhood.

My memories of that time were incredibly fuzzy, considering I was only five years old. I remembered a lot of people moving around us in a massive rush, and the environment was exceptionally noisy. I had been completely confused as to why my mother, Mary, and I were dropping my father off at the busy airport terminal.

There was a young, stunningly beautiful woman standing there, greeting my father and talking closely with my mother. I had been completely distracted at the time, playing with a plastic toy gun in my hands. I was also wearing a small cowboy hat, actively pretending to be a real Police Officer just like my dad.

My dad had turned around, looking down at the beautiful woman before addressing her.

"May, you asked about little Rick so there he is. Go talk to him while we check in my bags. Little Rick, this is your aunt May, stay with her for a bit, okay partner, we will be leaving soon."

Yeah, he always called me Partner every single time we played cops and robbers around the house. The woman with long, flowing black hair and beautiful blue eyes immediately extended her hand down for me to grasp. Trusting my father's explicit words, I had reached out and taken her fingers.

Her hand had felt so incredibly soft and warm against my small palm, making her seem exactly like an angel to my five-year-old self. I had never seen a more beautiful woman before in my entire life, well, I was only five at the time!

"Come with me, Rick, let us sit over there where it is quiet."

So, I let her take me.

When we sat down on the airport terminal bench, she lifted me up and placed me sideways in her lap so we could see each other's faces better. I remember she was looking into my eyes so intensely back then, acting exactly like she was looking straight into my insides.

She then asked me a series of questions that my five-year-old brain simply didn't understand at the time.

"Do you ever dream of being another person when you dream?"

"Are you afraid of the dark?"

"Do you want to help others?"

"What are your favorite colors?"

After every single question I answered, her eyes looked more and more incredibly happy to look at me, acting like my childish responses were the exact words she had always wanted to hear from me. May looked at my cowboy hat and smiled.

"When I come back from the trip with your dad, I will come and live with you. I will help take care of you with your dad, what do you say?"

She patted my cheek with a deep, profound affection I did not understand at the time, but the physical warmth felt incredibly nice, so I distinctly remember saying my response.

"I think you are nice, so I don't mind. But I don't know how long you and dad will be gone?"

"It should not be but a few months at the latest." May promised, her thumb stroking my cheek. "Then, we can stay together and all be happy. So wait for me."

She gave me the absolute biggest and warmest hug I had ever felt, wrapping her arms around me like someone who never wanted to let go, but the reality of our lives shattered that promise.

She and my father left for their deployment, and her memory slowly faded from my mind over the years. My father eventually came back home completely alone with a permanently sad look on his face, so I had entirely forgotten her existence until this exact moment.

"Promise I-"

Just as I was about to say that everything is fine to the woman currently straddling my lap, the memories forcefully shattered the illusion and I figured her secret out completely.

"Aunt May?!"

Still anchored firmly in my arms, she only offered a deeply sad, vulnerable smile in response to her real name. She obviously knew I would figure it out one day, considering she had left a trail of deliberate clues behind for me—the shit disguise of her appearance, the specific preference for Big Burgers, and her family history story.

But I can see her body actively bracing itself for the impact, fully expecting me to fly off the handle, scream at her, and shove her away in disgust after finding her presence repulsive, but I refuse to do that.

I just tighten my grip, pulling her body into a powerful hug and holding her close against my chest. I don't know where my emotions are right now, but I refuse to let her think I hate or resent her for a single second.

She tightly holds me back, her slender frame trembling a bit as she buries her face into my shoulder.

When I first met her at five years old, I was the one sitting in her lap, but now the positions have completely reversed, and she is the one resting in mine.

Her intense obsession had officially started all the way back then.

She had been shot during that brutal cover operation in the China Empire. My dad had saved her life and faked her official death to protect her from the purge, meaning she could never actually come home to fulfill her promise to the five-year-old me.

She was forced to hide in the shadows as a digital ghost for a decade.

Right now, she was fully prepared to make love to me on this couch, but her heart had hesitated because she worried about how I would treat her once the truth came out.

In my last world, living in the United States, romantic relations with an aunt were considered an absolute taboo. But in some other foreign countries on that Earth, it was completely fine.

But on this current Pangaea Earth, relations with aunts and cousins are entirely legal. It is not an everyday occurrence, but it is certainly not a social taboo.

The primary reason for this law? Because there are significantly more women than men in the population, and the nobility actively tries to strengthen their noble bloodlines at times, particularly with branch families.

So kissing, loving, and even marrying May Lee is perfectly valid under the law of this world.

Hell, Anthony had explicitly told me before that if I wasn't the designated spare for our household, he would have married Helen off to me already, but the spare position must be maintained for the survival of the clan.

I can tell that Lucy is not making a single movement against my chest, allowing me some vital physical peace to think everything through. She has completely stopped trembling the longer I hold her against my body.

I just reach down and pat her back gently to relieve her remaining worries. "Lucy, just give me some time to process everything."

As she holds firm against my jacket, she softly breathes her response directly into my ear. "Anything you want Rick, just don't leave me. You are my world."

"It is not even you Lucy." I explain, my voice low as I stare over her shoulder. "These are my past life memories. I lived in a country that outlawed relations with aunts. So, I am just trying to remind myself what world I actually belong to."

Hearing those positive, reassuring words, she rapidly lifts her head to look directly into my face, a massive, brilliant grin stretching across her lips as she speaks.

"Is that all? That is easy to fix!"

Before I could even register the movement to respond, she was crashing her lips into mine for another kiss. I realized right then that I genuinely liked kissing her, and she was entirely right—I wasn't thinking about complicated world dynamics or past lives anymore.

After about two minutes of continuous, deep kissing, she finally paused the make-out session, keeping her face inches from mine as she spoke.

"I am a dead woman, so marriage is not on the table." Lucy whispered, her blue eyes shining with absolute clarity. "I cannot have children, so that is not an option. I only want to love you and be loved by you, that is it. I won't be needy and lock you up like in those online books you research on me, Ufufu."

I reach up, my fingers gently touching the side of her soft face as I make my final decision.

"Can we take it slow, so I don't get confused in my head and heart?" I request, looking straight into her eyes. "I will get there, just let's not cross the line right away, is that fine?"

Her hands immediately cup my face with intense, deep affection as she gives me her answer.

"Rick, I promise to try hard to hold back, but, can we at least kiss like we have, so I can slow down?!" She pouted playfully, her chest rising and falling. "I am holding-back, you know?"

I offer a clear nod of agreement to her terms, because honestly, kissing her like this beats forcing her to hide out in a cramped bathroom stall just to see me.

"Okay, my heart is now calm, so let's start working on our Baby, make it grow and give it a name, Ufufu." Lucy giggled, her mood completely restoring as she reached for her glasses.

And that is the exact moment how Lucy Shen and I officially began our love story.

Yes, we both collectively buried the ghost of May Lee in the past; that woman is long dead, and only Lucy Shen is here with me now.