Morning — Vale Mansion | 6:45 A.M.
Sugar was up early.
Well, earlier than usual, which meant her collar's motion tracker registered movement before 10 a.m. Progress.
She knelt in the foyer, fluffy tail plug in, pink kitten socks on, and a leash in her mouth. She stared at me like I was the Wi-Fi signal and she'd been offline for hours.
"M-Master," she whispered, cheeks burning, "I did my routines... wanna inspect?"
I tilted my head. "Define routines."
She blushed harder. "Um… posture, obedience drills, and… thirty pages of handwriting practice where I wrote 'I exist to serve Daddy Vale' with glitter pens."
God. I really had created an obedient PowerPoint presentation with cleavage.
"Good girl," I murmured, ruffling her hair. She melted like code under a magnet.
"You'll be in charge while I'm gone," I added, grabbing my bag.
Sugar sat straighter. "I'll guard everything, Daddy. Even the fridge. Even your used socks."
I paused. "…Don't sniff them."
"No promises."
Helix Academy | 8:38 A.M.
Second day back and Helix still smelled like overpriced sanitizer and delusions of grandeur. I strolled past the lecture halls like I owned the source code of everyone's GPA.
And maybe… I did.
My AR lens pinged updates:
📌 [Nova Kaneko: Logged into underground biolab server at 3:42 AM]📌 [Celeste Mori: Council meeting scheduled. Alone. 2 PM.]📌 [Principal Nash: Pending Appointment — "Discuss Your Absences"]
Yeah. Absences. Try: "Spent 3 weeks psychologically demolishing my family from the comfort of my mansion's dungeon." But sure, let's talk truancy.
Break Time | 10:15 A.M.
Slid into a corner stairwell. Private. Quiet. Signal strong.
I pulled out my phone and called Eliza.
She picked up on the third ring. Her voice was sleepy, low, and sinful.
"Eliza here," she murmured. "Daddy, is it time to play already?"
"Soon," I said, smirking. "But today, I'm inviting you over. Tonight. My place."
A beat. "Your mansion?"
"Mmhmm."
"You mean... the one where you live with your stepmom and—"
"Sugar?" I interrupted. "She's excited to meet you. Think of it as… pet socialization."
Eliza exhaled something dangerously close to a moan. "Should I wear something?"
"You won't need much," I replied, cold and smooth. "Come around 7. The mansion will be… ready for you."
[New Task Created: Prepare Emotional Conditioning Suite – Guest Protocol: ELIZA][Mood Objectives: Submit, Belong, Blend]
Mansion — Evening | 6:48 P.M.
The front door opened with a whisper. Sugar crawled across the hallway in her pastel harness, a little bell on her collar jingling with every obedient step.
She tilted her head. "Is Miss Eliza coming to play?"
I nodded.
Sugar clapped softly like a pleased maid-bot. "Should I prepare the Pet Room?"
"Yes. And add scented candles. Make it feel like... home."
Sugar beamed and scrambled off, leash dragging behind her like a pixelated tail.
Final Log (Before the Storm)
🕓 Time Left Until Vanessa Returns: 72 Hours🧠 School: Mind Games Queued💋 Mansion: Pet Playground Activated🐾 Eliza: En Route🐱 Sugar: Fully Domesticated
📱 Incoming Text:[Sugar > Daddy]"I made her a custom pillow that says 'Property of Daddy Too'... is that okay?"
I grinned.
Perfect was an understatement.
Vale Mansion — 7:03 P.M.
The doorbell didn't ring.
It purred.
Only one person could've hacked my chime and turned it into a seductive moan.
I opened the door.
Eliza stood there in a pastel pink coat, a fake-innocent smile, and something glinting behind her eyes that screamed "Daddy-coded and corrupted."
"Reporting in," she said, voice honey-soaked and practiced. "Did you miss me, or just my obedience?"
I stepped aside.
Inside, Sugar was already kneeling by the fireplace, dressed like a doll straight out of an AI fever dream — sheer babydoll lingerie, fluffy cuffs, and a velvet collar engraved with:
[ETHAN.VALE > PROPERTY: 01]
They locked eyes.
Sugar tilted her head. "You're pretty. Are you here to be my mommy?"
Eliza blinked. "No, sweetheart. I'm here to join the family."
I sat on the velvet couch and summoned the app.
== Console ==NEW PROTOCOL AVAILABLE[MOTHERCODE v3.1]Status: ExperimentalSide Effects: Hormonal surge. Identity blending. Submissive caregiving.Prompt: "Turn neediness into nourishment."
I tapped RUN.
7:15 P.M.
Sugar and Eliza's pupils dilated in sync like they'd just been plugged into the Matrix — or breastfed by it.
Both girls staggered slightly, blinking like something had just clicked inside them.
Eliza clutched her chest softly, breathing heavier.
Sugar's lips parted. "Daddy… I feel warm and… gooey. Like I wanna hold someone and never let go."
I leaned forward.
"Tell me what you want, Sugar."
"I want to… feed you," she said, blinking fast. "Nurture you. Be your soft thing."
Eliza followed, eyes glazed. "I feel... full. Like my body's prepping for something. Like I should be used to comfort you."
[Protocol Sync Complete: Emotional Careloop Established]
The room smelled faintly of vanilla, pheromones, and power.
7:33 P.M.
The girls were in full nurturing mode now — emotionally fixated, physically affectionate, their entire personalities coded around the idea of "serving Ethan like he's their precious baby emperor."
Eliza adjusted Sugar's collar gently, brushing hair out of her face like a big sister programmed by a psych ward.
Sugar crawled over and placed her head in Eliza's lap like a kitten needing validation.
I sat back, watching it unfold — my experiment blooming into full-blown behavioral poetry.
Two women. Fully reprogrammed.
One had been broken in a bar.
The other had been born bratty and rebuilt in glitter.
Now both wanted the same thing: to serve, to soothe, to suck up to the source of their obedience loop.
== CONSOLE ==Side Process Queued: [Breeder Protocol v1.0]Not Yet Deployed.
AI Suggestion: "Let the milk flow before planting the seed."
Ethics Flag: IrrelevantConsent Override: Active
I exhaled.
Three days left until Vanessa Vale landed.
And my little homegrown cult of affection?
Was just starting to leak