The Maid Model Caught Feelings
Language: en
The apology from the customer service representative left me breaking out in a cold sweat. As it turned out, the man I had living in my house wasn’t a "Romantic-Class" incubus at all. He was a "Domestic-Class" model—designed strictly for housekeeping, cooking, and organization. He wasn’t even programmed to provide those kinds of services. The representative’s voice had been frantic, repeatedly warning me that forcing a Domestic model into intimacy wasn't just a violation of the user agreement; it could trigger a "systemic collapse" or a "frenzy mechanism." Basically, I was lucky he hadn't…