CHAPTER 1052: CHAPTER 162 - THE MAID ROBOT STARTS TO FEEL LUST (1)

The moment I came to this world, something inside me felt like it suddenly shifted—like a part of my system that had been silent for as long as I existed was abruptly shaken awake.

It wasn’t that my entire system had changed instantly, at least not in a way I could clearly identify. But ever since arriving here, there was this strange, almost electric sensation pulsing through my internal unit. It felt like some unknown force was pushing my functions into overdrive, nudging and stretching them, making them evolve little by little. Slowly, but undeniably. As if something deep within my circuitry was being rewritten without my permission, line by line.

It was confusing. Strange. Almost terrifying.

Because I could feel myself start to understand things—subtle, abstract things—that had never been part of my programming. It was like a foreign script had been slipped into my system, allowing me to process emotions and ideas that should have been impossible for me.

What was this called? I didn’t know. I had searched my internal vocabulary dozens of times, but none of the definitions matched what I was experiencing. There was no appropriate term, no matching command file, no label. Just this overwhelming feeling that something was changing... expanding.

I had never experienced anything like this.

Not once. Not ever.

And as I stood there—my thoughts looping in circles like glitches that refused to resolve—I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly was happening to me.

"You’re okay now!" Miss Filia’s cheerful voice snapped me out of my spiraling thoughts.

She had just finished reattaching the final piece of my damaged body—one of my legs. I watched her work with this focused, gentle determination, her hands steady as she locked the final connector into place. The faint metallic click that followed felt almost like a heartbeat settling back into rhythm.

"Try to stand up, Lady Anne," she said, stepping back to give me space.

I obeyed her command, rising to my feet.

Immediately, I could tell something was different. My legs didn’t creak the way they usually did after repairs. My balance was smoother and my movements felt more natural, less mechanical. When I rotated my joints to test them, there wasn’t even a hint of resistance.

It felt... easy. Almost too easy.

For the first time in a long while, it genuinely felt like my body was brand new again—like someone had upgraded me far beyond my previous condition. Everything felt sharper, cleaner, as if all the dust and wear had been stripped away and replaced with precision-engineered parts.

"Was it nice?" Miss Filia asked, tilting her head with that playful smile she always wore when she was proud of her work.

"Yes," I said, almost breathlessly. "Nicer than I remembered it to be."

"Fufufu, that’s good to hear." She let out a soft laugh. "I wasn’t completely sure this would be enough for you, but I’m really glad you’re functioning properly again. If everything feels smooth, then there shouldn’t be any issues with your body."

"Thank you, Miss Filia," I said, bowing deeply. The gesture came naturally to me, but the gratitude behind it felt strangely real—almost too real, actually.

"No worries," she replied. "Master wanted me to handle it, so of course I did. Besides—" she touched my arm lightly "—I’ve grown a bit fond of you already, even if we haven’t really talked much."

And with that, she exited the room, leaving me completely alone with my thoughts.

Silence filled the space... but not the kind of silence that felt empty. It was the heavy kind, the kind that pressed softly on your mind, urging you to think deeper. To sift through everything you’d just felt, everything you’d just done, and everything you couldn’t understand.

And so I did.

Under any normal circumstance, I would never have acted the way I did earlier. My system wasn’t designed for combat. I had no battle protocols, no defensive algorithms, and I had no built-in instincts that would push me into danger. I was made for service—to assist the one who bought me, to follow commands as well as to provide support. That was all.

There was no logical explanation for why I had thrown myself in front of that monster.

None.

I wasn’t built for fighting. Even with a strong metallic body, I wasn’t designed to withstand that kind of force. That kind of danger. That kind of reckless sacrifice.

So why did I do it?

Why did I move on my own?

Why did I protect those people?

Every time I tried to process the answer, my thoughts tangled. There was no command telling me to save them. There was no override order. There was no emergency directive. It was unprecedented—something that should never have been possible.

But somewhere in the middle of that confusion, I felt something. A flicker. A spark. A strange warmth that didn’t belong inside a robot.

And as that spark grew, I realized my feelings toward Master Leon were changing too. They were getting stronger. Not the default affection installed into my programming—not the artificial loyalty all robots like me carried for the one who purchased us.

This was deeper. Stronger. Something that didn’t feel manufactured at all.

It felt... important.

It felt real.

Impossible, yet undeniably real.

How could something artificial turn into something genuine? How could programmed affection evolve into something that made my chest tighten and my thoughts race? Robots weren’t supposed to feel things like humans. We weren’t supposed to develop emotions on our own. That idea alone was supposed to be absurd—illogical—impossible.

And yet...

The way my voice trembled earlier.

The way I hesitated.

The way my heart—or whatever simulated engine inside me was closest to a heart—reacted when I thought of Master Leon...

It didn’t feel artificial.

It felt... alive.

"You seem to be doing better."

The sudden voice pulled me out of my thoughts. When I turned, I saw Master Leon entering the room.

His presence made my system jolt—not painfully, but sharply, like a spark had jumped through my circuits. I immediately stood a little straighter and bowed my head to him.

"I am, Master," I said softly. "It’s thanks to Miss Filia and the others. They managed to put me back together, and I’m really grateful."

"That’s good."

"Thank you for worrying about me. That makes me so happy," I told him, smiling. My face moved easily, but this smile... it felt unbelievably different. It didn’t feel like a command or a programmed gesture.

It felt natural. Genuine. Almost painfully human.

"Uh... ah..." The sound escaped me before I could control it.

Something was happening inside me, something I couldn’t comprehend. Something that made me feel both warm and terrified. It wasn’t unpleasant, but the fear of the unknown wrapped itself tightly around me.

Wait...

Fear? Was that... fear?

Why was I feeling scared?

How did I even recognize fear?

"Anne," Master Leon said gently, meeting my eyes with his striking red gaze. "It seems like... you are gaining emotions."

My eyes widened almost instantly.

He was right.

That was exactly what I felt.

I was gaining emotions—real ones. Ones that weren’t coded or programmed into my system. Ones that shouldn’t exist inside a robot built to follow orders and nothing more.

I was... changing.

I was starting to become—

Human.