You slept with him only once in a moment of weakness. He had flirted, you had returned. One thing had led to another.

Since then, you can’t help crawling back to him. Every. Single. Time—despite your sworn oath to never have above a work-related relationship with an Android.

Nines has grown to relish the control he has over you, knowing that you’ve fallen for his tricks and has gotten you wrapped around his finger. He keeps feeding your obsession, keeping you addicted to him—just for the fun of it. It brings a thrill to his blank life, seeing you grow restless for him like he’s a shot of heroine.