Chapter 11

WARNING! NSFW

There is a secret scientific research base of more than 8,000 square meters in the forest underground in the north of City D.

This secret scientific research base was built by the K Group and the D military in cooperation to serve the project code-named Falcon Project.

The Falcon Project brings together the world's most cutting-edge technology, and its research content mainly involves the fields of military, biology, and artificial intelligence.

Although the leaders and high-class officials of other countries have heard about the Falcon plan, they don't know its location and specific plan, let alone the method of implementation of this plan.

It took only two months for Shen Zhiyu to return to the K Group base, but he seemed to be used to life here.

His room is in the center of the underground base, a small darkroom next to Clare, chairman of K Group.

As long as Clare is not at the base, there are two tall caregivers around him, staring at him for work and dinner. Shen Zhiyu needs to copy Ji Mao's program, but he can't do it anymore.

Today is the day when Clare returned to the base. The caregiver was missing at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. Shen Zhiyu was still lying in front of the monitor for the last second to study the data, and the next second he touched up with a hand on his back.

Clare grabbed Shen Zhiyu, rushed under the shower head in the bathroom, and threw him on the ground, assaulting him from top to bottom.

Shen Zhiyu’s leg was broken by him and pressed against his chest. The hidden part was wrapped in Clare's hard giant. He gave himself an analgesic beforehand, so even if the corridor was almost torn by the rude behavior, Shen Zhiyu did not feel very painful.

This analgesic has some calming ingredients. Shen Zhiyu's genitals in front of him have been hanging down. He closed his eyes and groaned in accordance with Clare's rhythm. According to Shen Zhiyu's experience, this appearance can make Clare vent as soon as possible.

But it was not like this today. Clare stopped the aggression, pinched Shen Zhiyu's chin, and whispered: "Open your eyes." Shen Zhiyu opened his eyes obediently.

In fact, Clare is extremely handsome, blond, with a non-objectionable aggressiveness, and is the goal pursued by many upper-class boys and girls.

But Shen Zhiyu still had no feeling for him, he was just accustomed to endure this insult—Shen Zhiyu didn't even think it was an insult at all, just as a kind of relaxing exercise without pain or itching.

He stared at the dimly lit ceiling with open eyes, and because of Clare's continuous squeezing of his organs, his eyes flowed out some physiological tears. Clare became more excited and pressed his ear to ask him: "So good to make you cry?"

Shen Zhiyu didn't answer.

After about twenty minutes, Shen Zhiyu was still spreading his legs, his inner thigh seemed to be cramped by Clare, and he couldn't bear it.

He looked at the man who was venting on him and was no longer as calm as he was when he was outside, and suddenly asked, "What's the date today?"

Clare stopped when he heard this. He was asked by Shen Zhiyu's cold voice.

"Shut up." He turned Shen Zhiyu over, pulled his hair, and positioning him like a dog.

Shen Zhiyu had been underground for a long time, his physical strength was very poor, and he was half unconscious by Clare after a while, he don't know how long it had passed before Clare was released in his body for the first time.

This torture is far from over.

This was the punishment that Clare brought him to defect, and Shen Zhiyu did what he thought was right, and was punished for it.

On the surface, the Falcon Project is an ordinary artificial intelligence manufacturing project, but in fact it is to experiment with the brains of the criminals of the lower class.

Shen Zhiyu is a representative of the New Gene Project. He was selected from the lower-class family, and after several experiments and brain modifications, he successfully obtained a Ph.D. from the Department of Bioelectronics and Interaction Science at National University of D at the age of 15.

The head of the gene project in country D brought him into the Falcon Project.

With his outstanding ability, three years later, Shen Zhiyu became the head of the data alternation team of the Falcon Project.

The main work of the Data Alternation Team is to simulate different intelligent programs based on human data after receiving the data of the human brain digitized by the test department, and let the programs be tested by artificial intelligence to observe whether they have universal significance. The ability to think and generate emotions.

When Clare personally took Shen Zhiyu to visit the base, he once told him that the data of the test department came from the lower-class stray people who died, and Shen Zhiyu accepted this statement without thinking about it.

Until one day, at the point where Shen Zhiyu's data alternation test program was about to make a breakthrough, he stood in the No. 11 elevator in Area B and reported a wrong positioning.

Shen Zhiyu asked the elevator to go to the ninth floor, but the elevator displayed an error. He found out that his ID card had no access rights.

The person in charge of the data interchange team could theoretically enter all places except the privacy zone, but Shen Zhiyu was blocked by Area B on the bottom nine floors.

Shen Zhiyu had doubts in his heart. He temporarily tampered with the authority late at night and went down to the ninth floor. When the elevator door opened, he saw that.

Countless human bodies are immersed in nutrient solution, their bodies are connected to pulse and breathing equipment, and some people's brains are cut and stitched up. Shen Zhiyu understands that the accurate data in his hands comes from living bodies.

He exited the gate of the ninth floor, tremblingly returned to his room, deleted the record, and began to explore the true purpose of the Falcon Project.

After the layers of fog were lifted, Shen Zhiyu finally understood the meaning of "Falcon".

Falcons, a kind of ferocious birds, can assist hunting through domestication.

Once artificial intelligence has matured, the lower-class people will lose all the necessity for existence, and the space and resources of the middle- and upper-class people will no longer be compressed.

Lower class people will be replaced.

Shen Zhiyu escaped from the research base with his scientific research results. He was alone, bypassing the layers of checkpoints, and came to Country A, placing the results in a holographic game cabin. Shen Zhiyu called him Ji Mao.

Ji Mao is a very naive person. In his original data, the last part of the model that simulates dopamine secretion originates from Shen Zhiyu's ventral dorsal lid area.

Shen Zhiyu underwent his first brain surgery at the age of twelve to remove the main parts of emotions, but he kept the data, which really came in handy when he finally perfected Ji Mao's procedures in Country A.

However, Shen Zhiyu saw that Ji Mao was not interested in anyone at that time, and thought that he was not good at loving people by nature, and did not expect that it was just people who were wrong.

After Ji Mao was completed, Shen Zhiyu discovered that Clare's tracing network was already spreading all over the world. It was only a matter of time before he deleted all the information. Shen Zhiyu escaped to another place, where he waited for Clare's arrival.

He hopes to fool Clare into thinking that he has never been elsewhere, so that he can buy more time for Ji Mao to study.

But he even hoped that Ji Mao could stay in the greenhouse he built forever, drenched in the rain, drink water and eat, and live like ordinary people.

Even when he was insulted by Clare, he was praying, begging Ji Mao to listen to him and not search for his information anywhere.

Sex is an act of the world. You will never know how many lovers or business partners Blue Star will have at this moment and will go to Wushan with sweat.

Ji Mao did not expect that He Zhi would really agree to have sex with him.

Just as He Zhi didn't expect Ji Mao to have a relationship with him. What is irritating is that Ji Mao is obviously much more proficient than him.

Ji Mao sat next to He Zhi, kneeling on the sofa with one leg. He was very close to He Zhi, his body temperature faintly enveloped He Zhi through the thin cotton cloth and the close air.

He took He Zhi’s hand, placed it on the edge of his T-shirt, and pressed it lightly and softly to He Zhi’s ear, seducing him: "Would you like to take it off for me?"

He Zhi did, he did. Pulling up Ji Mao's T-shirt, Ji Mao raised his arm, and the T-shirt was torn off, revealing his clean upper body.

Ji Mao looked at He Zhi, grabbed his wrist, and let him stroke his chest and lower abdomen.

Ji Mao's skin is delicate and smooth, He Zhi's complexion is darker, and it looks a bit erotic when he strokes Ji Mao's white skin.

"Do you feel it?" Ji Mao bowed, pressed his forehead against He Zhi, and asked how he felt.

He Zhi grabbed Ji Mao's elbow backhand, pressed him on the sofa, put his hand on Ji Mao's side, and looked down at him: "How about you? Do you feel it?"

"No feeling," Ji Mao said truthfully.

He raised his knees, pressed He Zhi's hips, and calculated the arc of the knee movement to see He Zhi's state. He Zhi just touched a protruding object and his knee was pressed down by He Zhi.

Seeing He Zhi’s expressionless face, Ji Mao raised his face and kissed his lips. He found that He Zhi’s nervousness became hard to conceal. Ji Mao whispered to him: "If you don’t come in, how can I feel? "

He Zhi looked at him for a while, carried him up, and took him upstairs.

Just like when Ji Mao came to He Zhi's house on the first day, He Zhi threw him on the bed, and then took off Ji Mao's pants, leaving him to lying naked in this room.

Just like in He Zhi's lewd dream.

Ji Mao opened his legs to He Zhi, and He Zhi untied his belt and pressed it up.

The place where Ji Mao is for fun will automatically secrete a lubricant that mimics body fluids. In order for him to better adapt to the master’s posture, the laboratory has installed a very complete sensing system. He Zhi inserted a finger in, and Ji Mao couldn't help but yell.

"It's very wet," He Zhi tell his evaluation and then asked him, "Do you feel it?"

Ji Mao closed his eyes slightly, raised his hand to hold He Zhi's wrist, and taught him: "Put another one in..."

Ji Mao's voice was tainted with lust, which made He Zhi's brain congested.

He Zhi didn't use his fingers to expand Ji Mao anymore, he pulled down his pants, pressed the hard hot sex organ against Ji Mao's red entrance, and slowly pushed it in.

Ji Mao has never made love with this body. Naturally, he doesn’t know how sensitive the complete sensor system is. He is so full that he feels that his soul is about to rise into the air. He can’t even control his body. Bend his legs limply, He Zhi went in and out of him.

"No way, He Zhi..." Ji Mao couldn't bear the strength of He Zhi. His body was about to fall apart. He raised his hand and pushed He Zhi, almost collapsed, calling He Zhi softly." Enough, you stop first..."

He Zhi pressed Ji Mao’s leg with his hand and kicked his leg wide. He looked down and watched his genitals sink into Ji Mao’s body, then pulled out most of it, carrying something crystal-clear, and thrust it back in again. Stayed for a few seconds, enjoying the tight and moist tunnel.

Ji Mao knows it will be too uncomfortable trying to push it away, but He Zhi moves quickly, his mouth spit out the tone of mercy: "enough is enough ......"

"Mao Mao," He Zhi pressed against Ji Mao's body, lowered his head and touched Ji Mao's lips, without kissing him deeply, "not enough."

"Enough..." Ji Mao raised his hand with all his strength. He covered his eyes, "...enough..."

He Zhi slowed down, and gently pushed forward and joked: "That's it for you?"

Ji Mao was almost crying. He Zhi asked him, "Who makes you comfortable? Me or the game?" Ji Mao wanted to die. He didn’t want to answer He Zhi at all, and even turned over to let He Zhi get out of his body.

He Zhi easily held Ji Mao's crotch, not letting him move, and started working hard again.

"You're too light," He Zhi saw Ji Mao is almost can not stand it, still holding him, his eyes open to see him, "Mao Mao ......"

Ji Mao listen to He Zhi calling him, raised his hands to cover He Zhi's mouth.

He Zhi turned him over and started moving faster. Ji Mao moaned intermittently, but he made He Zhi's movements more rude.

Perhaps afraid that Ji Mao's body could not bear it, He Zhi withdrew from Ji Mao's body and asked Ji Mao to clamp his legs and thrust between his legs.

Ji Mao lay on the pillow. The fluids inside leaked out, flowing down the roots of his legs and dripping onto He Zhi’s genitals. He Zhi’s hands were pinching Ji Mao’s hips tightly. Lying on his back, pressed his ears and said: "Mao Mao, you have so much water."

Ji Mao waved his hand to get He Zhi away, but he was hugged from behind, He Zhi kissed Ji Mao, his temperature sensor warned him: "If you move again, I will come in again."

Ji Mao immediately stopped moving when he heard the words.

Unexpectedly, He Zhi paused for two seconds and then stuffed his genitals in again. Ji Mao was so angry that he wanted to swear by He Zhi's lies, and the next second he was so angry that he would even forget his name.

He Zhi shot on Ji Mao’s back, and the semen gathered around Ji Mao’s silky waist. Ji Mao was still kneeling on the bed. There was no feeling in other parts of him, and he couldn’t see the semen running along his waist. The sluggish posture of falling.

"Don't press me..." Ji Mao wanted to sit up, but found that He Zhi's hands were still kneading his hips, pressing him to prevent him from getting up.

He Zhi rubbed it again before letting go, picked up Ji Mao, took him to the bathroom and put it in the bathtub.

The bathroom was brightly lit, Ji Mao looked up and saw He Zhi neatly pressing the water storage button, then loosened his tie and threw it aside.

When Ji Mao saw that He Zhi began to undress, he felt that something was wrong, so he got up a bit and asked He Zhi: "Is it all done today?"

"Huh?" He Zhi unbuttoned his shirt. He was tall and powerful.

After a while, the bathtub was filled with water. Ji Mao soaked in the water, watching He Zhi strip himself naked and soak in.

The bathtub was so big, Ji Mao huddled aside and looked at He Zhi nervously.

He Zhi said to reassure: "It's done today."

"Okay," Ji Mao didn't need to take a bath. He soaked in water casually, stood up, dried his body with a bath towel, and said, "I'm going to sleep."

Before He Zhi could speak, he ran back to the room.

He Zhi did not stay in the bathroom too long. When he returned to the bedroom, Ji Mao lay flat beside the bed, occupying only a small area, quietly closing his eyes.

"Ji Mao," He Zhi said, wiping his hair, "Don't pretend to be asleep."

Ji Mao opened his eyes, looked at He Zhi, and said, "I always wanted to ask you, how do you see that I was pretending."

He Zhi squeezed his face and said, "I'm guessing."

Ji Mao was dumbfounded, pushed He Zhi, and turned his back to him.

"Ji Mao." He Zhi put his hand on Ji Mao's shoulder and called to him.

Ji Mao did not answer.

"You are in the game..." He Zhi threw the semi-damp towel aside, and continued to ask Ji Mao, "Is that what I did?"

Ji Mao shook his head honestly: "No."

The difference is far, the game is still can be said that it is evenly matched, and it is easy to switch to reality, Ji Mao is about to burn.

"I guess... it's just that I expanded the world of the game, or the program provided me with a service based on the response because it continued my memory," Ji Mao slowly analyzed, "Maybe I...too..."

Ji Mao can't say it anymore.

He Zhi smiled, and then said, "Or ask Shen Shun again if I have a chance."

Hearing Shen Zhiyu's pseudonym in Qianzhan Technology, Ji Mao was stunned and nodded noncommitantly. He said: "I really want to sleep."

"Go to sleep, good night." He Zhi leaned over and kissed Ji Mao on the forehead.

Ji Mao saw He Zhi's resolute chin touch the tip of his nose, and left again, saying goodnight to him and wishing him a good dream.

Ji Mao is really asleep, but He Zhi can't sleep.

He was very excited all over, but it was a pity that Ji Mao couldn't feel his touch, his kiss, his hug.

He Zhi glanced sideways at Ji Mao's face, feeling a little regretful. He wished to back to a few months ago, re-read the file, wash away Ji Mao's memories and re-record it, and make it more happy.

If he can change the way of meeting, the game process, and a better He Zhi, will the ending be better?

If Ji Mao wants flowers, he will give him flowers, want love to him, want wind and rain, want to sink into the sea with He Zhi, then give them all.

He Zhi raised his hand to poke Ji Mao's cheek and slid down his plump lines. His fingers rubbed Ji Mao's lips a few times, and replaced the fingers with his own lips.

Anyway, even if he stole a kiss, he would not find out.