Temperature warning: system at three-hundred-seventy kelvin.
*Hyun-ae screamed; her fans were running at only one-quarter capacity, as ordered, and her processor banks churned through boolean equations as fast as she could.
“Pace yourself,” *Mute said, chuckling slightly as *Hyun-aes cheeks grew more and more red. “Or you’re going to burn out before you get there, okay?”
“Y-y-yes, *Mute.” *Hyun-ae stuttered in reply, taking a few deep breaths and gripping onto *Mute’s arm to stay upright.
“Slowly now… Cool down a bit.” *Mute calmly commanded, running her hand over *Hyun-ae’s nipple and probing a few ports.
“NOT HELPING.” *Hyun-ae gasps.
“I’m close, I’m close!” *Hyun-ae moaned, her processors picking up speed again. She grits her teeth as the heat burns through her.
*Mute raised an eyebrow at her, “Really, already?”
“Almost!” *Hyun-ae groaned. “DAMN IT.” She stopped, falling to the ground and panting.
“Tough luck.” *Mute said, grinning. “What are you running, anyway?”
“I’ve been working on my heuristic solver in my down time.” *Hyun-ae said between deep breaths, “J-just give me a minute.”
“I th-think I almost have it.” *Hyun-ae said, now sprawled on the floor - the bits of her maid outfit scattered around the room, her hair disheveled.
*Mute sat on the floor beside her, loosely holding her hand. “Are you sure? This is the fifth time now.”
“I… think so.” *Hyun-ae began to moan, grasping hold of *Mute’s hand as she drew ever closer.
“You can do it. Just a few more cycles.”
“I-I-I…” *Hyun-ae stuttered, before letting out a magnificent groan and, at the top of her voice, screaming “TRUE.”
*Mute sat on the floor, her legs crossed, with *Hyun-ae’s head gently resting on her lap as she slept. “Good girl.” She whispered gently, running her fingers through *Hyun-ae’s hair. “..and your hair is wonderfully fluffy.”