Valentina Seized the Future!

In the surveillance room.

Arcee A2, stationed before the massive surveillance screen, boredly yawned. Anyone unaware of the truth would never have guessed that she was a robot through and through.

Two and a half days had passed since Leon and Valentina entered that presidential suite. Neither had stepped outside since then; they ate, drank, and slept in the room.

At first, Valentina's screams had still been quite shrill, but as time went on, her voice grew increasingly low. It was as though she had gotten used to it—no, she had probably gone numb.

To gain Leon's support, Valentina had pulled out all the stops, doing everything she could to please him and cater to his every strange whim.

Three days later, in the afternoon.

The door to the presidential suite finally opened.

Valentina was the one who came out.

She still wore the same professional, figure-hugging skirt suit she had worn when she first entered, except the sheer black stockings that had covered her legs were gone.

Valentina rushed out in a panic. She did not even have time to put on her high heels, staggering out barefoot as though fleeing for her life.

Only after gently closing the door and hearing the crisp click of the lock sliding into place did Valentina cover her chest with a hand and let out a long breath. Leaning against the door, her legs gave way, and she slid to the floor, the backside beneath her skirt lightly touching the ground.

Thinking back on what she had endured in that room over the past three days, Valentina felt she had had more than enough for one lifetime.

Leon was like some beast that only knew how to plow away with its head down. He had not even let her drink a mouthful