Lobotomy Corporation but with Simulation System?

"Angela… Angela, you… you… that… Okay, forget it. I won't say anything."

X looked at the AI clinging to her chest. She wanted to speak, but hesitated, her lips moving. In the end, she didn't know what to say, muttering incoherently…

In the end, she could only respond with silence.

After all, this was still within X's acceptable and tolerable range. This could be considered a trade-off of "Virtue." And looking at the AI's engrossed expression, she seemed to enjoy it very much.

X really couldn't say anything. Should she remind the AI that no matter how hard she tried, this wouldn't be like a vending machine dispensing a can of soda?

It wasn't a vending machine where pressing a button would produce strawberry soda…

Even the nutritional content was questionable. Whether the AI could absorb water, fat, phosphorus, protein, lactose, and inorganic salts was a question—

After all, AIs didn't need to eat to obtain the necessary nutrients like living things. She wasn't a fragile, slow-growing human cub.

Human cubs needed a very long time to grow, approximately 6,570 days, or 78,840 hours. Compared to other animals, this was exceptionally long, requiring a large investment.

After a few minutes, X felt really uncomfortable and couldn't help but remind her AI Secretary not to be so childish.

"Angela, are you done…? I feel… a little unwell."

She wanted to take a bath, to alleviate the discomfort. The AI's intimacy felt strange, although X couldn't articulate exactly why.

But the AI only raised her head, licking her lips (which were dry), then shook the black recorder in front of X.

The evidence was clear. She was caught.

"Oh, oh… okay, okay, I get it, Angela. Put that away, okay?"

Because the AI held her "weakness," precisely hitting her weak point, X could only compromise, submitting to the AI Secretary's control. She secretly prayed that the cruel AI would get tired of this game soon.

Although she had heard about the harsh working environment, X had mentally prepared herself for the struggle in this cruel workplace—

But when she received the acceptance letter from Lobotomy Corp, she still had a tiny bit of hope. Could this be a beautiful working life?

Who could have expected it to turn out like this? Everything was terrible, utterly terrible.

It could only be described as extremely unlucky. This was a tragedy, a tragedy that began from the moment she started working.

She had once dreamed of joining Wings of the World and becoming its CEO. It seemed like a great job, a high position where she could command others, second to none. But the reality was far from ideal—

The reality was:

Her AI Secretary bullied her every day. The Department Deans scolded her every day. She had to serve the Deans tea, help them solve problems, and the employees constantly caused trouble and complained.

Worst of all, the Training Department regularly produced addicts who were essentially expendable.

Thinking about this, X felt exhausted. She had given so much to the Corporation, yet she received nothing in return.

At least— her meals should be filling. Looking at the food provided by the Corporation, or rather… the AI Secretary…

X even suspected that the AI was embezzling funds. Theoretically, Lobotomy Corp, a wealthy energy company, shouldn't be short of money. But the dinners she received every day could only be described as "exquisitely small."

Although the flavor was impeccable, they were far from filling. She was always hungry when she went to bed.

And now, she was being suppressed by the AI. She was being controlled and threatened. It was so despicable. Why was there such a despicable AI?

X really couldn't understand why the AI had such a terrible personality. What had the designer, 'A,' taught her? How to suppress employees, bully the Manager? Oh, and how to make the Department Deans unhappy, making them constantly sullen.

And the Deans' unhappiness with Angela would be directed at X. X would become the target of the Deans' resentment.

Who would want to be the CEO of Lobotomy Corp? This "Manager" position was a pure source of resentment. It wasn't surprising that the previous Manager had resigned. She probably couldn't take it anymore.

X silently cursed in her heart, trying to distract herself from the discomfort caused by the AI's actions of pressing buttons and making the vending machine produce strawberry soda. She was trying to distract herself from "certain thoughts."

Being the "Manager" of Lobotomy Corp required exceptional stress resistance. This "stress resistance" covered many aspects—

For example, being able to gently persuade and soothe the Deans' emotions even when they were scolding you.

For example, being able to smile and show enthusiasm for "voluntary overtime" even when urged by the AI Secretary to collect energy.

For example, calmly accepting unreasonable requests from the Deans, giving them rewards, and keeping them happy.

For example, being able to resolve problems promptly when management mistakes occurred, bowing and apologizing, taking responsibility for the employees' deaths.

Seven days of work a week, eight days of overtime at Wings of the World. Truly excellent benefits, a safe and intimate Corporation!

Most importantly, she had a kind, loyal, reliable, and incredibly attentive private female Secretary!

This was a blessing. This must have been a reward for her good deeds in a past life!

"Angela, that's enough…"

X felt her legs were about to give way. The AI was clinging to her. How was she the Corporation Manager? How was the AI her Secretary? Their positions were reversed.

She had imagined a harsh work environment, but she hadn't imagined that she would be subjected to █ rules, especially █ rules from her AI Secretary.

[Manager, do you want to bathe? I'll help you.]

Although it was a question, it wasn't phrased as a question. The statement conveyed an implicit refusal. Warm breath blew against X's ear, occasionally nibbling and licking her earlobe.

"I… I can do it myself— Uh, okay… Angela can do whatever she wants."

X wanted to refuse, but hearing X's words, the AI immediately shook the black recorder in front of X, completely unsportsmanlike.

—When will this end?

—Continuing like this isn't a solution.

X saw the blue-haired AI's hand holding the device, her eyes twitching. It was almost a stress response.

Continuing like this wasn't a solution. Hoping the AI would have a change of heart and delete it was impossible. She would continue to hold it, occasionally scaring X.

How could she sleep well if she was constantly being threatened?

It was so… so bad! She had actually been looking forward to seeing the Secretary. She was so stupid. What the hell.

Hurry! I need to hurry!

There was only a chance to deal with this while bathing. If the recorder got wet, it should be destroyed…? The quality of Lobotomy Corp's equipment was so poor, the recorder should break down if it got wet, right?

[What are you thinking about? Your clean clothes and towels are ready.]

The AI Secretary had neatly folded the clean clothes and placed them in a basket. She was like a considerate personal assistant, reminding X in a gentle tone.

"Angela… Angela, um, can… can your body get wet?"

[Hm? Are you worried about that? My body is completely waterproof. But unfortunately… I can't enjoy bathing like you. I'll wait for you to avoid you passing out.]

Perhaps to suit the bathing atmosphere, the AI had changed from her usual Secretary uniform to a bathrobe. The bathrobe was loose and comfortable, concealing most of her curves. But even in a bathrobe—

X could still see that feminine charm, the clearly defined curves of a woman's body.

She was very beautiful, impeccably beautiful.

Unconsciously, X swallowed. Then she shook her head, trying to shake off the inappropriate thought, but her gaze couldn't be moved. She finally spoke.

"That looks good on you."

At that moment, X saw Angela smile. It wasn't a cunning smile, a triumphant smile. It was like a silver bell or a gentle crescent moon.

A crescent moon in the sky, so beautiful.

Gentle, elegant, composed. These words could all be used to describe her AI Secretary. If you didn't focus on her personality, her appearance perfectly matched… X's ideal.

But— wasn't her AI Secretary terrible?

[If you like it, Manager.]

X could feel the AI next to her, her gentle voice whispering in her ear, like a gentle breeze, like the clear dewdrops of a sunny morning.

It felt hot, burning… very hot.

For a moment, in a flash, she suddenly felt a surge of emotion.

Although she could easily ask the question, she couldn't speak. She couldn't say anything at all.

X felt an icy sensation. It was the AI's hand caressing her face. As if testing the temperature, using a living hand to press against her face…

Unlike humans, an AI's body temperature is much lower than a human's. So, when her face felt hot, and it was touched, the difference in temperature was very noticeable.

[Manager, are you trying to destroy this, deliberately flattering me? Lying isn't a good habit.]

Hearing the AI Secretary's words, X unconsciously shook her head in denial. The black recorder she had been so worried about was in the AI Secretary's hand.

X's golden eyes fixed on the black recorder. The recorder seemed to fill her entire field of vision, like a starving lion finally seeing its prey, ready to pounce.

"I… I didn't!"

Her weak and powerless denial was full of embarrassed exposure.

[Your expression betrays your true thoughts. Your ability to control your facial expressions needs improvement… But I will give you a chance, a chance to destroy it.]

[I will ask you a few questions. I hope you will cooperate and answer honestly. After you answer these questions, I will destroy it.]

[But if you lie or break the rules of the game, I will punish you, then hand you over to the Corporation for processing. You probably don't need me to explain the Corporation's methods of dealing with employees.]

Because of the height difference, the AI had to stand on tiptoe, stretching out her arm, using her fingertips to lift X's chin. Her golden eyes met X's…

But X was still the weaker one, like a large quail, cornered, only able to whimper, lacking all composure.

It was hard to imagine why such a seemingly cold and heartless woman could appear so weak, like a helpless lamb at the mercy of the butcher.

But there was no need to imagine. X's gentleness was easily grasped. The meek are bullied. Good horses are ridden. That's how it works.

Even though her golden eyes were cold, there was a hint of naivety, a lack of understanding in certain areas.

After all, X lacked common sense in many areas, often missing the point and focusing on the wrong things.

"Oh, don't poke my throat… I will answer your questions honestly, Angela."

"I will answer honestly. I will keep my promise, Angela."

Like this, X missed the point again, quickly nodding.

But that wasn't what the AI wanted. She didn't really want to threaten the woman. She just wanted the woman in front of her, the black-haired woman with short bangs and golden eyes, to… just… a little bit.

Clearly, she was already being forced into this position. The seduction had been attempted. But there was no sign of understanding, was she really this stupid or was she pretending? Was she feigning ignorance?

She hadn't been like this in front of the other Department Deans, had she? Her lifted collar, the red marks on the black-haired woman's neck and collarbone were the best proof. How could she still go and ██ the Deans after this? ██ everywhere?

And yet, she was still nodding obediently, as if she understood everything, when in reality, she understood nothing.

This could be interpreted as an awareness of danger, or a kind of discontent.

In short, the AI could no longer endure it. She was venting this discontent. But considering that forceful actions last time had caused X's stress response— she used a gentler, more acceptable method.