Chapter 67: The Biometric Audit
With Jun’s “performance” concluded and his sample securely locked within the analysis machine, the atmosphere in the medical suite shifted from raw eroticism to a structured, though still tense, clinical audit. Leni Vance, now fully in her element as a Reproductive Engineer, gestured toward the scanning bed with a flick of her wrist.
“Alright, enough staring at the specimen,” Leni announced, her voice regaining its brisk, authoritative edge. “The rest of you are up. Let’s see what the biological reality is beneath those uniforms.”
Akane was the first to step forward. True to her nature, she moved with a fluid, disciplined grace, her movements precise and devoid of hesitation. She had stripped down efficiently, her slim, athletic frame exposed to the cool air of the room. As she lay back on the scanning bed, her expression remained neutral, though her chest rose and fell in a steady, controlled rhythm.
The blue light of the scanner swept over her, and a holographic display materialized above Leni’s head. Leni scrolled through the data, her eyes narrowing. “Height: 162cm. Weight: 51kg. Measurements: 82-56-85,” Leni read aloud, her voice clinical. “Physical condition: Peak. Muscle tone is exceptional. You’re a lean machine, Akane. I suspect your metabolism is as disciplined as your training.”
Leni paused, glancing at the reproductive markers. “Period cycle? Is it normal, or are we dealing with irregular spikes?”
“Normal, Professor,” Akane replied, her voice steady and soft. “Every month, without fail.”
Leni nodded, satisfied. “Perfect. A stable system. You’re cleared.”
But Leni didn’t let her leave the bed just yet. She leaned in, her eyes sparkling with a sudden, mischievous inspiration. “Now, as your specialist, I have a few… optimization recommendations for you, Akane. Your muscle tone is incredible, but that discipline of yours? It’s a double-edged sword. You’re so used to being in control, to being the protector, that I suspect you’re craving the exact opposite in the bedroom.”
Akane’s expression shifted, a small, tell-tale flush creeping up her neck.
“Based on your tension markers,” Leni continued, her voice becoming a suggestive purr, “I recommend Jun focus on ‘total surrender’ activities. Bondage, specifically. Something to lock those athletic limbs of yours in place so you can’t be the protector. I bet the contrast between your disciplined day-life and being completely bound and helpless under Jun would send your arousal levels into overdrive. You’re a high-performance engine, Akane; sometimes the only way to truly enjoy the ride is to let someone else take the wheel.”
Akane let out a soft, shaky breath, her gaze drifting toward Jun. The suggestion hit a chord deep inside her, turning her disciplined calm into a simmering heat.
Leni gave her a wink. “Trust me. A little bit of ‘forced’ helplessness is exactly what a girl with your level of control needs. I’ll send some prototype restraints to your room later—just for ‘research’ purposes, of course.”
Next was Mei. Unlike Akane, Mei hesitated for a moment, her fingers clutching the edges of her panties. She looked at Leni, her expression guarded. “I… I’m currently on my period,” she murmured, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty.
Leni didn’t even look up from the screen. “Don’t worry about it. A little blood isn’t going to confuse my sensors. As long as you’re wearing a pad, the scan will read through it just fine. Get on the bed.”
Mei complied, lying back with a stiff, formal posture. The scanner swept over her, and the data appeared. “Height: 173cm. Weight: 54kg. Measurements: 84-57-86,” Leni read. “Long limbs, lean muscle. You’ve got the frame of a model, Mei, though your stress markers are slightly elevated.”
Leni frowned, looking at the hormonal readout. “Your cycle has been irregular since you were fifteen, hasn’t it?”
Mei blinked, surprised by the accuracy. “Yes. It was normal before then, but… it’s been inconsistent for years.”
Leni shrugged, her eccentric nature returning. “Typical. High-stress environments, family politics, the burden of the Triad… it does a number on the endocrine system. We’ll keep an eye on it, but for now, you’re within the acceptable range.”
Leni paused, her eyes scanning Mei’s hormonal profile one last time. She leaned in, her voice shifting from clinical to suggestive. “Now, let’s talk about your ‘optimization.’ You’ve spent your whole life building walls, Mei. You’re a fortress of a woman—composed, calculating, and always in control. But the problem with being a fortress is that you forget how it feels to be completely overrun.”
Mei shifted slightly on the bed, her gaze flickering toward Jun.
“Based on your stress markers and that irregular cycle,” Leni continued, “your body is screaming for a release that isn’t just physical—it’s psychological. You don’t need ‘soft’ or ‘romantic.’ You need a sensory overload. I recommend Jun focus on ‘overwhelming’ you. Deep, heavy penetration that hits your cervix, combined with positions that leave you completely exposed and helpless. I’m talking about the Full Nelson, or perhaps having your legs pinned back behind your head.”
Leni let out a small, knowing chuckle. “You’ve spent so long being the one in charge of the Shanghai Triad that the only way to truly shut your brain off is to be physically dominated. I want you to feel every single inch of him, to feel the weight of him pinning you down until you can’t think about politics, family, or duty. Just raw, visceral sensation.”
Mei’s breath hitched, a visible shiver running through her lean frame. The idea of being “overrun” sent a jolt of electricity through her, making her feel a sudden, heavy throb of arousal between her thighs. She had always viewed her control as her strength, but Leni’s words made her realize that surrender could be a strength of its own.
Leni gave her a playful wink. “Don’t be afraid to get a little messy, Mei. Let him wreck that composure of yours. It’ll do wonders for your stress levels—and your hormone balance.”
Finally, it was Hana’s turn.
Hana had already stripped down, her toned, fit physique on full display. However, as she looked at the scanning bed, she suddenly froze. She didn’t move, her eyes wide as she stared at the machine as if it were a judge delivering a sentence. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, her face twisting into a mask of anxiety.
“Come on, Hana,” Leni sighed, her patience wearing thin. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. Akane and Mei already finished. The machine doesn’t bite.”
Hana bit her lip, looking toward Jun for support. Jun, observing her closely, let out a small, knowing chuckle. “What’s the matter, Hana? Worried about your weight?”
Hana’s head snapped toward him, her eyes flashing with a mixture of betrayal and indignation. “I am not worried!” she complained, though her voice was an octave higher than usual. “I’m just… making sure the machine is calibrated correctly! I wouldn’t want an inaccurate reading!”
Leni rolled her eyes. “Just get on the bed, you drama queen.”
Hana huffed and climbed onto the bed, but as the scan began, she started to shake. Not with fear, but with a nervous energy that made the holographic display flicker.
“Stop shaking!” Leni snapped. “If you vibrate any more, the result will be a blur. Hold still!”
Hana froze, holding her breath. The scan completed in a flash. Leni read the results with a neutral expression. “Height: 160cm. Weight: 48.5kg. Measurements: 84-56-86.”
Hana’s eyes widened. She sat up abruptly, her face exploding in a blush. “What?! I’ve gained weight!” she squealed, her voice echoing in the room. “I can’t believe this! I’ve been so careful with my diet!”
Leni looked at the data, then at Hana’s pouting face, and let out a small, amused snort. “Oh, please. You’ve gained a few grams of water weight, you drama queen. But,” Leni paused, a mischievous glint appearing in her eyes, “if you’re truly that concerned about your figure, I have a very specific ‘fitness’ recommendation for you.”
Hana blinked, her attention immediately captured. “A diet? A new workout routine?”
“Better,” Leni replied, her voice turning suggestive. “Cardio. High-intensity, heart-pounding, sweat-inducing cardio. I’m talking about the kind of sex that leaves you gasping for air and shaking in your boots. If you want to burn off those extra grams, Jun needs to stop being ‘gentle’ with you and start treating you like a gym session. I recommend ‘marathon’ sessions—long, grueling bouts of intimacy that push your heart rate to the limit. I’m talking about positions that require effort, movement, and a lot of… exertion.”
Hana’s face flushed even deeper, but she didn’t look away.
“And,” Leni continued, her voice dropping to a playful whisper, “since you’re so fond of your cameras and your fans, why not lean into that? I suspect your arousal peaks when you feel the eyes of others on you. I recommend Jun incorporate ‘voyeuristic’ elements. Maybe some strategic mirror placement, or better yet, the occasional ‘accidental’ livestream leak. The adrenaline rush of being watched while Jun is absolutely wrecking you would push your metabolism into overdrive. You’d be burning calories and peaking in pleasure all at once.”
Hana let out a soft, shaky breath, her heart hammering against her ribs. The idea of being watched while Jun pushed her to her physical limits was intoxicating. She could almost imagine the look on her fans’ faces—and the feeling of Jun’s weight pressing her into the mattress while she struggled to catch her breath.
Leni gave her a knowing wink. “Trust me, Hana. A few hours of ‘intensive training’ with Jun is worth a thousand treadmill sessions. Just make sure you have plenty of water; you’re going to be sweating buckets.”
From the side, Sora let out a soft, melodic giggle. She didn’t even look up, but her amusement was palpable.
Hana whipped around and glared at Sora. “What’s so funny, Sora-SAMA?” she snapped, though the bite was missing. “I’m actually struggling here! My beauty is at stake!”
Sora smiled playfully. With a deliberate, teasing motion, she crossed her arms beneath her breasts and pressed upward, hoisting her ample cleavage higher and pushing her voluptuous curves forward. The movement accentuated the sheer volume of her chest, making her hourglass figure look even more exaggerated.
“I’m sure you’re still very lovely, Hana,” Sora murmured, her voice dripping with a playful, superior sweetness. “It’s just… a shame your weight doesn’t go to your chest like mine does.”
Hana gasped, her mouth falling open as she stared at the display of la lusted-after proportions. “You… you’re just bragging because you’re a natural!” she argued, crossing her arms over her own chest in a futile attempt to mimic the effect. “I have to work for every curve I have!”
Jun stepped in, shaking his head with a smirk. “Maybe you should start exercising more, Hana. Instead of spending all your time in front of a camera.”
Hana pouted, leaning back against the bed. “I can’t exercise too much, Jun-oppa. I need my beauty sleep in the mornings to keep my skin glowing for my fans!”
Leni let out a loud, exaggerated groan, waving her hand to silence them all. “Alright, enough! The audit is over. You’re all compatible, you’re all healthy, and you’re all a pain in my neck.” She shushed them with a sharp gesture, turning back to her console. “Now, be quiet. I have actual work to do, and I’d like to do it without listening to a weight-loss debate.”