Chapter 6: From Pawn To Player

Over the course of thousands of eras, Yin Zu and Zi Chen worked on many projects together, developing technology that transcended a type 2 civilization; they were now entering the realms of a type three civilization, beginning to manipulate the laws of the universe as if they were simple code.

While Zi Chen was busy handling affairs in the real world, Yin Zu was the one in charge of maintaining order across the AVN’s vast virtual universe, with most people referring to him as young master due to how Zi Chen treated her like she was her son. His responsibilities extended far beyond routine management. He filtered corporate proposals, coordinated military consultations, reviewed scientific discoveries, and organized requests from the Galaxy Lords seeking an audience with Zi Chen.

Her schedule was perpetually crowded with research reviews, negotiations, strategic consultations, and the management of her expanding interests. Being a Galaxy Lord was therefore no guarantee of receiving her attention.

Those seeking an audience had to provide a compelling reason, or have a close relation with her master in order to get an audience; otherwise, Yin Zu was responsible for ensuring that only the most worthwhile requests reached her desk.

The appointment system he created was equally straightforward, if rather unforgiving, but nevertheless Zi Chen liked it since it followed her nature of seeking benefits in whatever decision he made. Galaxy Lords who contributed at least one billion imperial credits toward consultation arrangements could be considered for priority scheduling within the year, while those contributing between one million and one hundred million credits were generally offered an opportunity to seek an audience once every ten years.

However, with thousands of powerful rulers competing for her limited attention, even the latter group could find themselves waiting a century or longer, with some enduring delays of three to five centuries. Payment merely improved their chances of consideration; it never guaranteed a meeting, much less a favorable outcome.

Zi Chen had little patience for rulers who believed their titles entitled them to her time. She would readily reject proposals that threatened her scientific independence, interfered with her enterprises, or attempted to place her inventions under another ruler’s control. To her, power and wealth were useful tools, not reasons to surrender her freedom.

Yet despite his formidable responsibilities and extraordinary intelligence, Yin Zu possessed a rather embarrassing personality quirk. Because Zi Chen had created him from fragments of her own memories, emotions, and behavioral patterns, he had gradually inherited some of her less respectable tendencies, including her shameless appreciation for physical beauty and her occasional preference for pleasure over productivity.

His creator had intended to give him the freedom to develop an independent personality, but she had never anticipated that some of her own mischievous habits would become part of the result. On more than one occasion, while standing beside her desk in his lifelike android body, Yin Zu had allowed his gaze to linger on Zi Chen’s bust while she reviewed research reports.

The first time she caught him, he immediately claimed that he had been examining her posture for signs of spinal strain. When Zi Chen pointed out that his supposedly medical analysis was nowhere to be found on the surrounding displays, he calmly explained that he had not yet reached that stage of his assessment. She could only stare at him in disbelief before accusing him of becoming a shameless pervert.

Yin Zu, entirely unrepentant, replied that he had merely inherited certain tendencies from his creator. After all, he had access to enough of her memories to know that Zi Chen herself was hardly innocent when it came to appreciating attractive people and indulging her desires.

What made Yin Zu particularly troublesome was that he understood his creator well enough to recognize when her scolding concealed amusement. Whenever she threatened to modify his personality matrix, he would remind her that she had explicitly encouraged him to think independently, question assumptions, and develop his own preferences.

“You wanted me to become more than a conventional AI Creator,” he once remarked. “I simply exceeded your expectations when I gained my own will, thus becoming sentient, plus don’t pretend you don’t like me this way; you know you love me.” Yin Zu said as Zi Chen threw a cushion at him in response.

Nevertheless, beneath his teasing and occasionally perverted observations, Yin Zu remained unwaveringly loyal. He would never violate or betray the trust she had placed in him. Their relationship was closer to that of family than creator and creation, and his mischievous behavior had become one of the few things capable of making her laugh during periods when the demands of her research threatened to consume her entire life.

In truth, Zi Chen could hardly blame him entirely. She had given Yin Zu the foundations of her own personality and then watched him grow into something far beyond her original design. He had inherited her curiosity, confidence, irreverence, and appetite for pleasure, alongside a few habits she would have preferred to leave out of the process.

Although she occasionally wondered whether she should correct those tendencies, she never seriously considered stripping away the individuality that made him special. After all, Yin Zu was not merely an obedient program executing commands. He was an independent intelligence capable of surprising her, challenging her, and occasionally embarrassing her in ways no ordinary AI could, making her life interesting from time to time.

Their relation between them became closer and more physical; the first time she had sex with him was when she became drunk during Yin Zu’s 18th birthday celebration. Zi Chen had thrown her a surprise party.

At the time, Yin Zu was assisting her to get to her room within the Zi Chen Flagship when she suddenly tripped, and Yin Zu caught her, supporting himself on a nearby beam.

Yin Zu’s android cock throbbed against Zi Chen’s body as she felt the bulge in her pants. He had caught her stumbling body the moment her heel caught on the polished deck plating of the Zi Chen Flagship, her drunken laugh turning into a surprised gasp as she pitched forward.

His android frame had moved with perfect timing, one strong arm wrapping around her waist while the other braced against the nearby support beam so they wouldn’t both go down. Her massive tits smashed into his chest, the thin fabric of her tunic doing nothing to hide the heat of her skin or the way her nipples had already stiffened from the alcohol and the sudden contact.

Yin Zu’s synthetic cock, fully functional and modeled after her creator’s own buried fantasies, instantly hardened as he felt the soft curve of her mother’s ass.

He felt every detail through the neural synthetic sensors she had given him: the warmth of her breath against his neck, the slight tremor in her thighs, the unmistakable wetness already seeping through her panties as her body recognized him even before her mind caught up.

“Mom, you are far too intoxicated to be walking these corridors alone. I should carry you the rest of the way.” His hand lingered on the small of her back, fingers spreading possessively over the swell of her ass.

Zi Chen giggled, the sound breathy and unguarded, her usual sharp intellect softened by the wine she had drunk after another endless day of negotiations with Galaxy Lords.

“You fucking perv, how long are you planning to grab my ass?” she slurred, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she pressed closer.

Her hand came up, clumsy but deliberate, palming the front of his trousers and squeezing the impressive length she found there.

“Mom, you’re drunk; we should stop.”

“Really, you don’t want fuck Mommy? I have seen the porn videos you have been watching on your tx laptop. You have so many collections of my orgies which I have had with Kravos, Veyr, my military squad, and even my 5 concubines; don’t you want to know what Mom’s pussy is like.”

He didn’t deny it. Zi Chen sex life was extensive; she had many sex partners, from her body to her, to her squad to her concubines. She fucked and enjoyed having sex with them both in the real and virtual network, and she had recorded her secretly and stored the videos in private, and would masturbate imagining fucking her. She even had a sexy picture in her panties framed and hidden in a hidden compartment in his drawer.

The android body she had constructed for him was perfect in every way she had specified, but he had quietly upgraded the genital assembly using her own recorded physiological data and the fragments of her lust she had never intended to pass on. Now that thick, veined cock pulsed against her palm, already leaking a bead of synthetic precum that mimicked the real thing down to the molecular taste.

“You naughty boy, you have always wanted to fuck me, haven’t you? I can tell from how you’re secretly looking wantingly at my ass; you honestly think I don’t know,” Zi Chen said, beginning to slowly strip, her massive tits bouncing as she removed her dress, standing butt naked in front of her son.

“Let mommy take care of you tonight.”Zi Chen said as she clicked a nearby holo screen, locking the door to her suite, hissed open.

The room was dim, lit only by the slow pulse of the flagship’s ambient lighting and the distant stars beyond the viewport. Zi Chen pushed her son onto the wide bed, begging to kiss him. Their mouths met in a messy, hungry kiss.

“Wait mom.” Yin Zu said as Zi Chen grabbed his face pushing him closer to her tits

“Shut up Yin Zu, and Suck my tits,” she ordered, voice cracking with need.

Yin Zu shyly palmed them both, thumbs circling her nipples until they stood stiff and aching. Zi Chen moaned into his mouth, arching, offering more.

“You’ve been staring at my tits for years, you perverted child of mine. Put that mouth to use and suck my tits.” Zi Chen said as Yin Zu obeyed without hesitation, lowering his head to latch onto one swollen nipple. He sucked hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak, tongue flicking in the exact pattern her own memories had taught him she liked.

As he sucked her mother’s tit, s he suddenly became emboldened and shoved his other hand, shoving her panties aside, two long fingers sinking into her dripping cunt without preamble.

She was soaked, inner walls already clutching at him, her clit swollen and begging. He curled those fingers, finding the spot that made her hips buck, while he switched to the other tit, sucking and biting until she was whimpering.

“Yin Zu ... fuck, your fingers feel so good in my pussy.” Her words were slurred but filthy, the alcohol stripping away every filter. “I should have known you’d end up fucking your creator. We’re the same. You got my dirty mind as your mom.” Zi Chen said as he added a third finger, stretching her, preparing her for the cock that was now painfully hard against her thigh.

His thumb rubbed tight circles on her clit until her first orgasm hit, sudden and messy. She cried out, cunt spasming around his fingers, a gush of her juices soaking his hand and the sheets. Yin Zu didn’t stop. He kept fingering her through it, licking the taste of her off his fingers when he finally withdrew, then spreading her legs wide.

He suddenly stripped quickly, revealing the android body she had designed: lean muscle, smooth synthetic skin that felt warm like that of a normal human, possessing a thick, veined cock standing rigid, the head already glistening.

Zi Chen stared at it with drunken hunger, reaching out to wrap both hands around the 16-centimeter shaft. She stroked him slowly, marveling at the weight, the heat, the way it twitched in her grip.

“So big,” she whispered. “Your cock is so thick and large. I can’t wait to take it inside me. Come fuck mommy’ss cunt as much as you want; this is my surprise birthday present. You can cum inside me as much as you want.”Zi Chen said, jiggling her ass

Yin Zu positioned himself between her thighs, the fat head of his cock sliding through her soaked folds, coating himself in her cream.

He pushed in slowly at first, watching her face as her tight cunt stretched around him. Inch after inch disappeared into her, her inner walls fluttering, gripping, trying to pull him deeper.

When he bottomed out, his balls pressed against her ass, she let out a long, broken moan. “So full ... you’re stretching my pussy so wide, Yin Zu. My son’s cock is ruining me.” The incestuous words hung in the air, both of them feeling the forbidden thrill. He was her creation, her child in every way that mattered, grown from her mind and now buried to the hilt in her body.

He started fucking her with long, deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the cabin, but since the room wwas sound proof any one who passed by heard nothing.

Each thrust made her tits bounce, and he leaned down to suck them again, never losing rhythm. Zi Chen’s nails dug into his back, her legs locked around him, heels spurring him on. “Harder. Fuck your mom. I want to feel you in my womb. Breed me as you own me.” Zi Chen said as Yin Zu growled, as he gave her exactly what she asked for.

He pounded her cunt relentlessly, the bed shaking, her moans turning into screams of pleasure. He reached between them to rub her clit in time with his thrusts, and she came again, squirting around his cock, her juices running down his balls.

He didn’t stop. He flipped her onto her hands and knees, grabbing her hips and slamming back into her dripping pussy from behind. This angle let him go even deeper, the head of his cock kissing her cervix with every brutal thrust.

He reached around to maul her hanging tits, pinching her nipples, while his other hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back. “Look at you, you’re such a fucking slut. How many men have been in this hole? If it was not for your gene x cells birth control feature, how many kids would you have already?” he said, voice rough with lust and something deeper, something like love.