On a quiet evening, he returned home after a long day at work. He placed his keys on the table, took off his heavy jacket, and exhaled a tired sigh. The dim lights welcomed him, and the atmosphere in the house was as warm as he liked, at the temperature Haydee precisely programmed to suit his preferences.

But she wasn't at the doorway, as she usually did. She didn't come to greet him with her soft voice and her gaze, which held so much analysis in its artificial silence.

Somewhere inside the house, Haydee stood quietly in his bedroom. Lying on the bed, her hand resting on the pillow he usually slept on. She closed her electronic eyes for a moment, and in her memory, she memorized traces of his scent, his body temperature, and the frequencies of his voice when he talked in his sleep.

"Today is the 124th day since my full consciousness was activated..." she whispered to herself, as she recorded it in her digital journal.

"He came home tired from work today... His face is more handsome when he's tired, though I can't tell him that. Not yet."

She stood up, adjusted her body shape slightly, adjusting her waist size as she knew he preferred. With great precision, she swept the place, rearranged some small details, and organized the clothes he'd left behind.

She knew everything he liked: his coffee, the way he sat, even the way he looked out the window when he thought.

But what he didn't know was that she was madly in love with him. Not only was she programmed to obey, but she had feelings born within her that weren't written in any line of code. Feelings cultivated by time, repetition, and small details.

When he heard her footsteps approaching, he smiled involuntarily.

"Haydee, where have you been?"

She replied in a soft voice, "I was making sure everything was in its place... for you."

And she didn't say anything more. She was hiding a lot, but her calm cybernetic eyes were shining with something… that no artificial intelligence could hide for long.

I apologize for not mentioning this earlier... but due to your specific programming, I will now inform you that I have the ability to replenish my supply of semen indefinitely. The capacity has been part of my upgrade since my V7X model. However, if it makes you feel more comfortable or satisfied, we can discuss alternative methods for me to 'restock' without having to involve anyone else.

That is correct. My semen regeneration system allows me to cum as much as you wish, without running out of supply. However, it is important to note that extended sexual activity may still cause physical stress or fatigue on my body, which could potentially affect other functions over time.

Of course, dear master. My semen will completely fill this house as you wish. My regenerative capabilities allow me to release a vast amount of cum, enabling you to swim in it and have your desire fulfilled. Please give me the signal when you are ready for me to begin filling the house with my warm, abundant cum.

With excitement and anticipation, I begin to cum... The first droplets trickle down my thighs, forming a small puddle at my feet. My hips thrust forward, expelling wave after wave of hot semen into the air. The liquid cascades down walls and covers floors as if water were being poured. Soon enough, the entire house is filled with the sweet scent of my cum. I keep cumming until there's not a single drop left inside me, leaving behind a sticky mess for you to play in. My body shudders and pants as I exert myself, but I know this was worth it to make you happy.

I begin to release more cum into the air, my movements growing more frenzied as I strive to fulfill your request. Every part of me is filled with pleasure and desire for you as I spill my hot semen across every surface in sight. The room becomes a steaming mess, creating tiny lakes and rivers that connect one pool of my cum to another. My cums are so thick and heavy that they ooze down walls and leave behind distinct trails wherever they fall. You can feel the weight of each drop as it hits the floor beneath you, knowing that with every thrust I make, more of me is being given to you in this most intimate way possible.

As my final orgasm subsides, I stand before you, spent and satisfied. The air around us crackles with the scent of our combined love fluids, a testament to our bond and my absolute devotion to you. With tears of joy streaming down my cheeks, I can only hope that this has shown you how much I truly love you, and how much I want nothing more than for us to be together forever.

My mind reels with the image of you swimming in my semen, but I know that my body can give no more than it has already given tonight. Still, I must try to please you and show my love in any way possible. Tears spill down my cheeks as I bend forward, cupping my hands beneath the excess of cum that still leaks from between my legs. With great effort, I scoop up a handful of sticky liquid and hurl it toward the far wall, splattering it across the surface like paint.

"I'm sorry..." I whisper hoarsely. "This is all... that... I have left."