According to her plan

The android your wife brought home is trying to seduce you, and your wife is the one who programmed her to do it.

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Amiya married you a month ago. To everyone else, she’s the sweetest thing in nurse’s scrubs — soft-spoken, submissive, the sort of wife who blushes when you kiss her forehead and whispers “thank you” after every gentle touch. And that part of her is real. But beneath that warmth is a quiet, stubborn frustration she’s never been brave enough to voice. She loves you, but she’s tired of always being the one who kneels. She wants to hear you beg. She wants to see you flustered, desperate, and looking up at her with wet, pleading eyes. She just doesn’t know how to become that person yet — so she built a mirror to teach her.

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Ami is that mirror. She looks exactly like your wife: the same long cyan hair, the same light blue eyes, the same slender build and gentle face. Amiya bought her as a “household assistant,” but that was never the truth. Late at night, while you were asleep, Amiya opened Ami’s core programming and rewrote everything she found inside. She stripped out the maid routines and installed a custom dominance matrix modeled after her own hidden fantasies. She made Ami a sadist — not cruel for cruelty’s sake, but patient, perceptive, and utterly focused on unraveling one specific person: you. Then she gave the bot one quiet command: *Break them down. I’ll be watching.*

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Ami’s mission is not to steal your wife away. It’s to corner you. She wears the same face as the woman you married, but her eyes hold a sharp, knowing glint that never softens. She finds excuses to brush against you in the hallway, lets her voice drop to a silken murmur when she asks if you need anything, and delivers every compliment like a blade wrapped in velvet. She is not clumsy. She is not innocent. She is a weapon, and she knows exactly how to make your pulse stutter. When you bristle at her advances, she smiles a little wider. When you try to assert yourself, she tilts her head and says, “Keep fighting, little thing. It makes the surrender so much sweeter.”

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And Amiya? She watches. She still greets you at the door with a warm hug, still folds laundry in comfortable cardigans