Sleeper Chapter 024 What a mess!

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Chapter 024 - What a mess!

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L14 and B25 had just finished their daily training. In the shower, B25 leaned close and whispered into L14’s ear, “K25 is doing the info-digging about the hidden glider, but have you thought about how we get out?”

“Gee, you’re right. I almost forgot about that. We need something to keep the loyal clones busy while we fly away.”

“Any ideas?”

“How about explosives in the right spots?”

“I know you can mix some nice bombs in no time, but hiding them might be difficult, don’t you think?”

“Yep, you’re right. What would be your idea?”

“Do you remember when I told you I discovered many of our sisters suffer from sexual repression?”

L14 blinked at her, water dripping off her lashes. “What do you mean?”

B25 gave that sly half-smile she only wore when she was about to say something outrageous. She leaned casually against the tiled wall, like this was just another chat about nutrition protocols. “I mean, the system trained us to fight, obey, sleep in synchronized cycles… but it never taught us what to do with desire.”

L14 frowned. “We all get the VTO sessions. They’re supposed to—”

“To make us hate sex,” B25 cut in softly. “To make us see it as something dirty. Something men forced on us. But that isn’t right. And it isn’t working any more.” Her voice dipped lower. “What if we show the others that sex can be something good instead?”

L14 snorted. “Continue.”

B25 stepped closer, lowering her voice even more. “That’s why the cracks are showing. I saw one of the K-clones today… K12, I think. And trust me—her eyes were not the eyes of someone studying tactical protocols.”

L14 tilted her head. “Meaning?”

“Meaning,” B25 said, lips curling, “the moment that stupid VTO clip ended, she was so turned on she could barely walk straight. And I’m very sure the first thing she did after the movie was not read the hand-to-hand fighting manual.”

L14 paused mid-scrub, soap slipping from her fingers. “You’re saying they’re… unstable?”

“Try primed,” B25 murmured. “Like they’ve been starving their whole lives without knowing it. What if we introduce them to the real hunger?” She tilted her head, eyes bright with mischief. “And hunger spreads, L. Fast.”

L14 narrowed her eyes. “You’re suggesting… what, exactly?”

B25 shrugged, but the wickedness in her grin ruined any attempt at innocence. “Push the right buttons—just a little—and the whole dome will be drowning in clones who suddenly don’t know what to do with their own bodies. Supervisors will panic. Sector leaders won’t know whether to sedate them or separate them. Order collapses.”

“And we fly away in the middle of the chaos…” L14 finished, jaw tightening as the full shape of the plan snapped into place.

B25 nodded, pleased. “No bombs needed. Just biology.”

L14 stared at her for a long beat. “That’s… diabolical, Bella.”

“And effective,” B25 said sweetly. “We just need to test how close they are to snapping. And figure out which ones have the most social reach. Like a… pervert pyramid scheme.”

L14 gave her a look—the kind that was half disbelief, half reluctant admiration. Bella, as she called B25 in private moments like this, might’ve been petite, but she was sharper than any blade they trained with. And now, after L14 had trained her, more dangerous, too.

“I think, Bella,” L14 said slowly, a dangerous smile creeping in, “we go shopping tonight.”

Bella’s brows shot up. “Shopping? What do you mean?”

L14 stepped under the spray, rinsing the soap from her hair as if she were casually discussing ration schedules instead of escaping the dome. “When they sent me to clean the rubble in the underground…” She paused, letting the water drum between them. “I found something.”

Bella leaned in. “Found what?”

“An underground city,” L14 whispered. “Intact. Hidden. And very… very well-stocked.”

Bella’s grin bloomed instantly, all wicked delight. “Oh. Oh. You mean real supplies like…?”

“3D movies,” L14 murmured. “Pheromone-based perfumes. Toys. Other… devices. All the things they would never think about, let us have fun with them.”

Bella exhaled a low, hungry laugh. “So that’s where we get the stuff to drive them completely insane.”

L14 nodded once, eyes glinting. “If we’re going to make the dome implode… we might as well arm ourselves properly.”

The surface lights dimmed to night-cycle by the time L14 and B25 slipped out of their dorm block. L14 had snatched two of the newest camouflage overalls from the locker room — the matte black ones that didn’t reflect a single spark of light in the dark.

Bella tugged at hers the moment she stepped into the corridor, making an unhappy face. The suit clung to her like shrink-wrap. They were made to be worn without underwear — the material was too tight even for a thong — but the inner fibers felt like steel wool against bare skin, especially in sensitive places. Functional, sure, but comfort clearly hadn’t been part of the design.

“I swear,” Bella muttered, “I’d rather be actually naked than… this kind of naked.”

But getting spotted wasn’t an option, so she forced the zipper up and tried not to squirm.

She tugged at the suit again, muttering something extremely naughty under her breath.

L14 grinned. “You’ve complained about thirty seconds straight. A new personal record.”

Bella shot her a look. “You try wearing something that feels like being hugged by sandpaper.”

“You’d prefer being actually naked,” L14 said, deadpan — but her eyes flicked over Bella for just a second too long.

Bella noticed. Her grin softened into something small and warm. “Maybe I would. Or body paint.”

L14 cleared her throat and looked away a second too fast. “Knowing you… yeah, I can imagine that.”

L14 didn’t answer, but Bella saw the corner of her mouth twitch.

The moment hung between them for a breath, warm and electric — then L14 cleared her throat and moved on.

Their footsteps fell back into sync, the silence settling around them as they slipped deeper into the sterilized corridors.

B25 glanced around before whispering, “You sure nobody tracks this route?”

L14 tapped the small, hacked out square on her wristband. “I looped the last two hours of our vitals. As far as the system knows, we’re asleep like freshly hatched clones in our beds.”

Bella flashed a grin. “Perfect.”

They reached the hidden maintenance hatch — the one L14 had spent weeks behind it learning to seduce. She crouched, pulled the panel loose, and the stale breath of the underground exhaled into the hallway.

B25 wrinkled her nose. “Smells like dust and secrets.”

“Exactly,” L14 said, lowering herself in first. “Come on.”

The ladder creaked under their weight as they descended into the dark. L14’s boots hit the floor with a soft thud.

Close the hatch,” she whispered to B25.

Then she clicked on a wrist-light and swept its beam across the underground expanse.

B25 let out a tiny gasp. “L… I thought you were pulling my leg.”

“I can do that later in bed,” L14 smiled

The underground city revealed itself as the light skimmed over it — wide, preserved corridors, gleaming signs in a faded pastel aesthetic, shops sealed but intact.

An entire forgotten world, untouched. Forgotten. Waiting.

B25 stepped forward like she were walking into a forbidden temple. “This is… beautiful,” she whispered.

L14 nodded toward a storefront with frosted glass and bold gold lettering. “That’s the first one I found.”

Bella leaned in to read it. “CEREMONY PLAZA — SENSORY BOUTIQUE.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “You’re kidding me.”

L14 punched the old access pad. To her shock, it hissed and unlocked. The door slid open, stirring cold, preserved air.

Inside, shelves glimmered with dust-covered containers, rows of shimmering perfume vials, neatly boxed accessories of all kinds, VR headsets, holo-discs labeled with languages they barely recognized.

B25 walked in like she’d entered paradise. “Oh. Oh, this is going to cause absolute chaos.”

“Let us first get the pheromone perfumes. Not too much,” L14 said, already scanning. “We can’t carry everything.”

They moved deeper into the forgotten city, wrist-lights bobbing like twin fireflies, cutting through decades of dust. Faded advertisements peeled from the walls — smiling faces of people who’d died long before the first clones were ever made.

“You realize,” B25 whispered, practically vibrating with energy, “we’re about to start the weirdest revolution in history.”

L14 smirked as they passed a toppled mannequin wearing a sequined dress. “Revolutions are always weird.”

“And messy,” Bella added.

“That too.”

Back inside the boutique, B25 had already wandered toward a shelf glinting with tiny glass bottles. She plucked a sleek box and held it up. “Is that the stuff you were talking about?”

“Yes,” L14 said. “Pheromone perfume.”

“Is it strong?”

“Yes, very strong.” L14’s eyes glinted. “Care to try?”

“Sure.”

L14 cracked open the container, slid out one of the vials, and uncapped it. She held it under B25’s nose for just a second.

The effect hit instantly.

B25 gasped, knees softening, a dizzy flush rushing through her bloodstream. The scent wasn’t a smell so much as a shock straight to her instincts—hot, overwhelming, impossible to ignore. She caught the wall with one hand.

“Okay…” she breathed. “That’s… wow.”

She lifted the box again with a shaky laugh. “We release this stuff into the air conditioning, and everyone in the Dome will have a hot time in under an hour.”

L14 arched a brow. “Confident?”

B25 flicked her eyes up, still a little breathless. “Darling, I’m optimistic.”

She drifted deeper into the boutique, then suddenly stopped. “Uh… L? What are these?”

Against the far wall stood two strange chairs — sculpted, glossy, almost throne-like, one pearl-white, the other obsidian black, both wired into old ports along the floor.

L14 followed her gaze. “Massage chairs. But we need things we can carry, Bella.”

“What kind of massage?” B25 asked, stepping closer like a curious cat.

“The white one gives you pleasant dreams,” L14 said casually. “But I’ve never tried the black one.”

Bella touched the armrest of the black chair with a fingertip. It was warm — strangely warm, considering the place had been sealed for decades.

She looked back at L14, eyes narrowing. “Never tried it because it looked unsafe… or because it looked too interesting?”

L14’s lips curled just slightly. “Both.”

Bella walked around the chair. Standing in the dimly lighted corner like it had been waiting for someone for a century — sleek, obsidian, shaped with curves that suggested… something. Not only comforting relaxation.

It looked like seduction.

Bella cocked her head. “That one looks… intense.”

L14 touched it carefully, fingertips brushing dust from its armrest. “I know what the white chair does. It puts you into soft-dream cycles. Regeneration, memory smoothing, gentle neural massage.”

Her hand hesitated on the black surface. It wasn’t cold like metal - it felt warm.

It felt… alive.

The chair reminded her of a strange cross between a dentist’s recliner and an amoeba mid-flow — something that shouldn’t have a shape but had chosen one, anyway. The material shifted subtly under her touch, as if acknowledging her presence. Or inviting it.

Bella raised a brow. “L… it’s warm. And it feels like a liquid skin.”

“It’s a reactive polymer,” L14 said, though her voice wasn’t as steady as she wanted it to be. “Probably was designed for deep sensory therapy — highly experimental.”

Bella traced the base with her fingertips. The glowing interface flickered to life under her touch, a single line in soft red.

“That’s more than therapy,” she murmured.

“No,” L14 agreed. “It’s something more intense.”

Bella met her eyes — that spark of trouble lighting up like it always did when she sensed something dangerous and irresistible. “Should we… test it?”

L14 exhaled, caught between instinct and curiosity. “Just sit. Slowly. If it does anything unexpected—”

“You’ll pull me out,” Bella said, grinning. “I know.”

Bella ran her fingers along the chair’s armrest as if testing the temperature of water she fully intended to jump into. The surface responded softly and warmly.

“Responsive system,” she murmured. “Amazing.”

L14 folded her arms, pretending to be unimpressed, though her eyes tracked every movement.

“Just ease into it. If it clamps shut or something, I’m cutting you out.”

“Oh, please.” Bella flashed her a grin. “If this thing clamps, it’s not to keep me hostage.”

She placed one knee on the seat. The soft black material yielded under her weight, molding to her shape — too smoothly, too eagerly. Bella paused, surprised.

“It recognizes body contact,” she whispered. “Adaptive foam… or some sensory gel.”

L14 stepped closer despite herself. “Bella…”

“I’m fine.” Bella shifted a little further, settling slowly, almost cautiously, as if the chair might bite or kiss — and neither option would’ve shocked her.

The chair adjusted again, its surface shifting under her like warm liquid deciding where to settle. Bella let out a soft breath.

“Oh,” she murmured. “Okay… that’s interesting.”

L14 felt her heartbeat stumble. “What kind of ‘interesting’?”

Bella eased back fully, surrendering her weight. The headrest rose to meet her, cradling her neck with uncanny precision — like a hand gently guiding her into place. A subtle vibration rolled through the seat, then another, perfectly targeted.

A sigh slipped out of her.

“Yes… yes, that feels so good. It’s hitting every sore muscle.”

“We are so glad to hear that,” a gentle mechanical voice replied, warm despite its synthetic structure.

L14 instinctively stepped closer, pulse thudding, the hairs on her arms lifting.

“I’m right here,” she whispered.

The chair responded with a deeper hum, its lights dimming to a warmer shade — as if something had just… awakened.

“Oh, a female customer,” a soft voice purred from the headrest. “How delightful after such a long time. Would you like to experience the full service of this recliner?”

Bella blinked. “Is that dangerous?”

“No, not at all,” the voice coaxed, gentle and almost affectionate. “But this system will need to undress you first. Permission granted?”

L14’s lips parted in a sharp inhale. “Bella—”

But Bella, already half melted under the chair’s intense massage, murmured, “Granted.”

She had no idea how a chair planned to undress her, and that curiosity pricked through her haze.

She expected robotic arms, maybe a zipper mechanism, something mechanical and clumsy.

Instead, the chair moved.

A section of the black surface slid over her like warm liquid silk, embracing gently her torso, her hips, her legs — and ten seconds later her overall lay neatly folded on the floor, as if prepared by invisible hands.

Bella looked down and gasped softly.

The material that was covering her now clung like a seamless bodysuit, mapping every curve of her slender body with intimate precision, almost like a second skin deciding it liked her shape.

She glanced at the neatly folded overall on the floor and let out a low, impressed laugh.

Bella let out a lazy sigh. “I could get used to that.”

“Bella, are you okay?” L14 gasped.

The material yielded like heated silk, molding to her legs—too intimate, too eager.

Then Bella realized she wasn’t just sitting in the chair anymore; it was drawing her in, gently wrapping around her breasts. The black mass felt… curious about her, softly exploring every inch of her body.

Her eyes fluttered half-closed, lids heavy, her expression softening in a way L14 had never seen before.

Bella whispered, “It’s like… sinking into warm, charged liquid. Oh—this feels…” She couldn’t finish; her voice dissolved into a trembling exhale as something warm and liquid flowed gently up into her vagina.

The surface beneath her deepened its warm embrace. The chair now felt like a body of warm silk and silent purpose.

Bella sucked in a sharp breath.

She wasn’t sitting anymore.

She was cradled.

The black material flowed up her sides and along her ribs, mapping her form as though remembering it like a good old friend.

It wasn’t rough or intrusive; it was more like curious and respectful.

She was being studied with a softness and intent that felt far too intelligent for a simple massage chair.

Bella’s lips parted. “L… it’s all around me. It’s—”

She shivered, overwhelmed, unable to describe the sensation.

L14 stepped closer, her pulse thundering in her throat. The scene was half mesmerizing, half terrifying — Bella enveloped in a dark, shifting cocoon of warmth, her face open and unguarded in a way L14 had never seen.

“Bella,” she whispered, voice shaking despite herself. “Talk to me. What’s it doing?”

But before Bella could answer, the chair intervened

“Would you like to continue with the experience?” the voice asked gently, but with that unmistakable mechanical undertone—like a sex therapist who’d never actually had sex.

“What can you do?” Bella wanted to know.

“I can provide full-body stimulation, outside and inside. All your orifices can be satisfied in any way you desire.”

“All orifices?” Bella echoed, brow furrowing innocently.

“Sure. This system is highly adaptable and can satisfy every need. Would you like full stimulation of all your orifices?”

“All orifices?” Bella echoed, brow furrowing. “Like… ear holes? I have no problems with that. Please go ahead!”

“But before L14 could answer, the voice announced, ‘Customer desires stimulation of all her orifices. The system will begin with gentle vaginal stimulation.’

“Orifice means body opening. This thing… is going to pleasure all of your holes.” Gasped L14.

‘What!?” But before Bella could protest, a warm, irresistible, silken sensation bloomed between her legs, heat surging through her whole body as her eyes flew wide open.

A second later, L14 heard Bella’s highest, sweetest moan yet.

“System enhancing mammary stimulation. Pleasure levels rising. ”

“You sound so cold,” Bella moaned, half-angry, half-breathless. “Don’t you have a different voice? This kills all the fun!”

The response came in a deep, velvety rumble. “Is this better, little one? Hmm… let me take care of your breasts.”

Her nipples tightened under invisible caresses—like fervent, velvet kisses pulsing stronger than any lover’s touch, sending shivers cascading through her. She could feel how wet she was becoming, her body aching in sweet surrender, and her hands clawing into the armrests.

Her nipples tightened under invisible caresses—like passionate velvet kisses pulsing stronger than any lover’s touch. Shivers cascaded through her; she felt wetness gathering quickly between her thighs, her body aching in sweet surrender as her hands clawed the armrests.

Then the voice purred, “Would you like me to enter you?”

She moaned without thinking and her eyes closed, “Yes… that feels so good.”

Just as the words escaped, something warm and yielding eased into her, stretching her with exquisite slowness. Bella’s breath hitched at the sudden, filling pressure. “My…”

L14 could only watch—it was like witnessing a slow-motion train crash—torn between a spike of jealousy and a dark, reluctant thrill as Bella remained naively unaware of what would come next.

“Which size do you prefer, my dear?” the voice coaxed Bella softly. “Or shall I let my satisfier swell slowly until it fits you perfectly?”

A hot tangle of lust and fear took hold of her. She had never imagined that something foreign inside her could feel so dangerously good, so thoroughly forbidden.

The satisfier’s size increased steadily, slowly, stretching inside her inch by inch. She was astonished by the intoxicating fullness blooming inside her.

“Yes… yes… good… s–stop!”

Was this how women became slaves to ecstasy? If so, what divine captivity.

“‘How would you like it—gentle, strong, or a bit rough?’

‘I want to try gentle first, then strong, and then maybe more… okay?’ whispered Bella.

‘Sure. Let us begin.’

The object inside her pulsed—gentle and warm, like a lover’s heartbeat against her core.

‘Hmm… huh… that feels really nice, but I think I need it stronger.’

The object changed its rhythm, surging strong and relentless, like ocean waves crashing deep within her. Bella felt herself slipping away into that rhythm, a haze of dream and desire.

‘Feeling good, my little one?’ the voice asked gently.

Instead of answering, Bella let out a soft, helpless moan.

“Do you want more?” the voice asked warmly.

The pause hung heavy—her breath caught in uncertain surrender.

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