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BLUE TALE (The Series) 033: Just Don't Over-adapt
“Do you think humans find this task enjoyable?” Porsche’s curiosity voiced out as he stood over the counter, meticulously slicing some hateful cucumbers.Emerson, seated casually at the small kitchen table, glanced up from his tablet. “Cooking? Some do. Others would rather order takeout. Why? Are you already tired of it?”Porsche paused, his knife hovering above the cutting board. “No. I’m... analyzing. The smells, the textures, the timing.. it’s all so intricate. It’s almost poetic.”Emerson chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “You’re really blending in now. Talking like a chef with a soul.”Porsche raised an eyebrow. “I don’t have a soul, Emerson. I have a program. But I can replicate the effect.”Emerson waved a hand. “See, that’s the kind of talk that makes people nervous. You’re not just replicating… you’re living, Porsche. Own it.”The smell of sautéed garlic wafted through the room as Porsche resumed his task. The kitchen was more than lavish. It was orderly, with bright light
Last Updated : 2024-12-05BLUE TALE (The Series) 034: [17+ Rated] Recreating Beautiful Human Art (1)
Later, as the rain turned into some sort of stormy outpouring of the heavens, Emerson barely noticed Porsche quietly tidying up the piles of documents scattered around the living room. It wasn’t until Porsche draped a blanket over his shoulders that Emerson realized how late it had gotten.“Thanks,” he muttered, his eyes drifting back to the steady downpour outside.“You’re welcome.”The reply was so soft, Emerson had to look up at Porsche who stood beside him, just to confirm. Porsche had a longing in his eyes.. or was it just him? Shit. Emerson, how can an Artificial Intelligence communicate the feeling of longing when it can't express emotions!? He had to ask himself that.“Come, Porsche.” Emerson gestured. Porsche nodded and sauntered forward. “You loved that assignment I gave you. You studied it well, right? And you called it beautiful human art.”Emerson held out his hand to Porsche. His eyes were bright, fervent,.... and curious. Porsche put his hand in Emerson's, and Emerson
Last Updated : 2024-12-05BLUE TALE (The Series) 035: [18+ Rated] Recreating Beautiful Human Art (2)
Kiss. Kiss him first, Porsche. Porsche could tell Emerson was doubting and no, he wanted Emerson to do it, go all the way with him. He was programmed to initiate it and make it happen. Also, Emerson had taught him so much.. how it might feel to be sad, happy, disappointed, confused, annoyed, bored. He wanted to know how it might feel to be pleasured. He might be made of wires but he is inputted in a body. Aside from death, there are no boundaries to how far this body can go with doings.And just like how Emerson made him so eager to know how the body must have felt when the owner was vulnerable, making him access a memory he wished he never had. Right now, Emerson is making him want to feel on its own, the possibility of pleasure.He initiated the kiss. As ferocious. As hungry. As intense. And Emerson responded. Emerson's mouth opened further, and Porsche followed suit, allowing Emerson the access beyond his lips. His tongue
Last Updated : 2024-12-06BLUE TALE (The Series) 036: [18+ Rated] *AI SYSTEM REBOOT*
Porsche dropped to his knees gracefully then moved his head closer to Emerson's cock. The smell of male musk and skin filled his nostrils. He wanted to touch it. Taste it. That's what they did in the videos, right?“Don't be dull, Porsche. Start with my balls, huh.”“Yes, Mio Dio.”In obedience, Porsche started with his balls. He licked the skin hanging beneath Emerson's cock and sucked each ball gently into his mouth. Emerson growled lightly as Porsche moved his tongue in a swirling motion. Then Porsche moved upward, licking up a vein of Emerson's cock until he reached the crown. He swirled his tongue around the head, making sure to capture the pre-cum weeping from the slit. “Human semen tastes better than it is described to taste. And it makes me have the thought of wanting to taste some more.”No matter how mechanical and explanatory that sounded, it added more gasoline to the flame burning down Emerson's cock. It
Last Updated : 2024-12-06BLUE TALE (The Series) 037: Sunday Evening Shadows
“Rose, I don’t need a detailed report on your weekend or your arrival. Just tell me… what time exactly would you be back?” “Well, I'd say before 8pm, Sir Emerson,” Rose’s voice came through the speaker of his phone as he stood in his study. “Honestly, Sir Emerson, you didn't inform us your friend would still be ar—”“I pay you to handle my kitchen affairs,” Emerson cut her off. “That’s why I hired you, Rose. No need to micromanage me about my friends or who I choose to keep in my house.”“Owh, I see.” She sighed before adding, “Why are you heading to the family house tonight though? You never go there.”“My grand uncle came back from the states,” Emerson muttered. “Text Lucy and make sure she’s still coming tomorrow morning. And Rose, stop asking about my family or life affairs. Don't cross the line just because I keep you close.”A pause. “Understood, Sir Emerson,” Rose replied. “Good luck tonight.”The call ended with a click, leaving Emerson staring at his phone. Almost immediate
Last Updated : 2024-12-07BLUE TALE (The Series) 038: Grand Uncle's Unwanted Offering
Emerson's feet hesitated at the turn toward the study. Instead, he let his legs guide him down another hallway, one that led toward parts of the estate he hadn’t explored in years.The swimming pool area.Where there used to be overgrown hedges and a slightly cracked pool deck, there was now a pristine, modern oasis. Glass barriers lined the perimeter. The water shimmered under soft ambient lights, and lounge chairs were neatly arranged in rows. It was perfect; almost too perfect.He walked slowly around the edge. Memories of his stepfather’s swimming instructions flooded back. “Elbows straight, Emerson. Kick harder.” Those were the days when swimming lessons felt like eating once-in-a-year Christmas puddings… sweet. Mostly because he took those lessons with his beloved Kent by his side.But looking back now, they were all gone memories thanks to this restructuring.A soft laugh pulled him out of his thoughts.Near the pool house, he spotted his grand uncle. The old man sat with a
Last Updated : 2024-12-07BLUE TALE (The Series) 039: Papì Hen (1)
The wheels of Emerson’s car hummed against the asphalt at human speed. His thoughts were elsewhere. Tangled in the moment he’d heard Porsche’s voice on the phone. A voice he hadn’t heard in what felt like days.The call had been brief. Just enough to confirm it was Porsche, enough to make Emerson’s chest tighten with an odd mix of relief and panic. He’d muttered Porsche’s name into the receiver, but before anything else could be said, the line went dead.“Calm down,” he muttered to himself, gripping the steering wheel tighter. But his foot pressed harder on the accelerator, betraying his own command. The car sped forward, slicing through the night traffic like a knife.Everything had aligned perfectly for his escape from that damned family house. His mother hadn’t intercepted him, though she had a knack for appearing like a witch when least needed. His stepfather was conveniently absent, perhaps at work or indulging in one of his hobbies. Even Kent had remained absorbed in the new
Last Updated : 2024-12-07BLUE TALE (The Series) 040: Papì Hen (2)
Porsche emerged from the room with an effortless elegance that turned the mundane act of walking into an art form. His baby pink top paired flawlessly with crisp white pants that perfectly matched Emerson’s own pants. This wasn’t a coincidence; Porsche’s wired brain had calculated that matching their attire would be a tiny yet effective way to please Emerson.He completed the look with a petite white bag, a more feminine kind, but in Porsche’s mind, it symbolized human connection and a harmonious unity he thought Emerson might appreciate since they were going to meet people. It's a workplace after all.Emerson glanced up from his latte cup and his breath caught in his throat. Porsche looked... radiant. Too radiant. Was this the same Porsche he’d seen the night before? His cheeks warmed, though he masked it with an air of indifference as he handed over the glass of hot milk.“Here. Breakfast. Before we leave,” Emerson said briskly then tried averting his eyes.Porsche’s face broke i
Last Updated : 2024-12-09
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BLUE TALE (The Series) 080: The Weatherman & Mr. Emerson
The room was dim as Emerson sat back in his chair, his fingers drumming against the desk. Porsche had already left for the car, waiting patiently as instructed. The silence in the office was a stark contrast to the storm brewing in Emerson’s mind. He needed answers, and he needed them now. Pulling out his phone, he stared at it for a moment, debating his next move. The dropout kid who created Porsche—what was his story? How was that mysterious woman connected to all of this? And why did Emerson feel as though he was being pulled into a deeper web, one he hadn’t anticipated? He didn’t have the kid’s number. Hell, he hadn’t cared enough to keep track of him in the first place. But Raven would know. Raven always knew. Raven had the number, right? Dialing Raven’s number, Emerson leaned back in his chair, listening to the phone ring. It rang and rang before finally clicking into voicemail. He tried again, his frustration mounting with every unanswered call. This time,
BLUE TALE (The Series) 079: I Need You To Love Me
The office was suffocating. The low hum of the air conditioner barely stirred the stale tension. Emerson stood rigid by the large window, his silhouette bathed in the harsh glow of the city below. The vibrancy of the skyline felt mocking, an indifferent world outside his own crumbling one.His fingers tightened around the edge of the windowsill as he fought to compose himself. The betrayal, the scandals, the relentless grind of holding everything together.. it all paled in comparison to this. Losing control over Porsche. Losing him.He took in a shuddering breath, the air scraping against the hollow ache in his chest. He had never felt this before, this unbearable weight of longing. It was foreign, maddening, and undeniable. He wasn’t a fool; he knew exactly what it was.Love.But love wasn’t supposed to feel like this. It wasn’t supposed to unravel him, make him question everything he thought he was. And yet, here he stood, barely holding himself together, because the thought of
BLUE TALE (The Series) 078: Falling For A Mirage
The office hummed with an unsettling quiet, broken only by the occasional rustle of papers and the distant hum of the city outside. Emerson leaned against his desk, his hands gripping its edge as though to steady himself. Across the room, Porsche stood by the window, his silhouette illuminated by the pale glow of streetlights. He seemed distant, lost in thought, yet his presence dominated the room.“Come here,” Emerson finally said, his voice low but insistent.Porsche turned his head slightly, his expression unreadable, before stepping closer. His movements were measured, graceful, as though he was calculating the space between them with each step. Emerson’s heart raced, but he maintained his composure, refusing to let his emotions spill out too soon.“Porsche,” Emerson began, his voice cracking slightly, “what are we doing here?”Porsche paused, tilting his head in that familiar, mechanical way that always unnerved Emerson just a little. “What do you mean, Emerson?”“You know ex
BLUE TALE (The Series) 077: A Conflicted Core
Emerson’s hands clenched into fists at his sides as he watched the exchange before him. The woman—frazzled, desperate—gripped Porsche’s hand tightly as if letting go would unravel her entirely. Her words were laced with pain, cutting through the awkward tension in the air."You can’t leave me, Percy," she pleaded, her voice cracking under the weight of emotion. "Can't you see I have a life growing in my stomach... Why do you have to leave? I’m pregnant, Percy. Six months. Six! Do you know what it’s been like without you?" Her free hand rested on her visible baby bump, trembling.Porsche stood frozen, his gaze darting between the woman and Emerson, his synthetic mind processing too many contradictions at once.From where he stood, Emerson’s patience snapped. He stormed forward, his presence dominating, and grabbed Porsche by the arm, pulling him sharply. "That’s enough," he hissed, glaring at the woman. "Who are you to take him away? You think throwing a sob story will stop me? Let h
BLUE TALE (The Series) 076: She Called Me Percy.
Porsche stood frozen, the words hanging in the air like a heavy weight. The woman holding his hand—her face pale with worry—gripped his fingers tightly, her other hand resting protectively over her pregnant belly. Her voice cracked as she spoke again, her words urgent, desperate."You can’t leave me, Percy," she pleaded, her eyes wide with confusion and pain. "You don’t understand. I’m pregnant, Percy. Six months... I’ve been searching for you for six months. You just disappeared. You left me, on our honeymoon, for God’s sake."The air seemed to spin around Porsche as her words cut through the fog in his mind. Pregnant? Honeymoon? The confusion overwhelmed him, and he struggled to piece together the fragments of memories that were slipping through his fingers like sand.He remembered the crash. A sudden impact. A moment of pain. And then... darkness. The sharp scent of burning rubber, the roar of the engine... Percy Cyrus. He was sure that name belonged to him, but it felt like som
BLUE TALE (The Series) 075: Fuck Off, Family! (3)
The door to the living room slammed open with a force that shook the walls, its impact echoing through the stillness of the house. Emerson stood in the threshold, his body rigid, eyes blazing with a sharp, unrelenting fury. Kent, as always, had his back turned, speaking with their mother and grandfather, while Felicia sat at the far end of the room, her hands folded tightly in her lap, a perfect picture of restraint. The sight alone, the calm pretense of family unity, twisted something deep inside Emerson.The forced smiles. The rehearsed pleasantries. It was all a performance, one he could no longer stomach.Kent, without so much as glancing over his shoulder, spoke as if he had known Emerson would arrive precisely at this moment. "Dad, Mom, Grandpa, Granduncle, Felicia and I need to leave. You know her condition." His voice was smooth, like an actor delivering his lines, as though nothing had changed. As though Emerson was just another part of the scenery.Emerson’s voice sliced
BLUE TALE (The Series) 074: Fuck Off, Family! (2)
Kent, always eager for the chance to remind Emerson of his place, let out a low chuckle. "How’s the business going, Emerson?" His voice dripped with mock sweetness.Emerson clenched his fists at his sides but kept his face neutral. "It’s going well," he replied coolly, knowing that any further engagement with Kent would only serve to fuel the condescending remarks."Good to hear," Kent said, still smiling that smile that had always rubbed Emerson the wrong way. "You know, you really should be more active in the family business. It’s such a shame to see someone with your potential waste it."Emerson’s chest tightened at the implication, but he bit his tongue. He couldn’t get into it now. Not in front of them."Excuse me," he muttered, his voice cutting through the silence. "I need to check on the meal." He turned abruptly, retreating into the house before anyone could respond.____Emerson stood by the dining room, hands clenched at his sides, the air thick with tension. The clink of
BLUE TALE (The Series) 073: Fuck Off, Family! (1)
Emerson's heart thudded in his chest as he glanced at his reflection one last time. The grey sweater, the simple sandals, it all felt wrong—like an armor that couldn’t protect him from what was coming. He barely recognized the man looking back at him. His thoughts were clouded with guilt and frustration, the weight of what he’d done to Porsche heavy on his shoulders.Sending him away felt like the only option, yet it gnawed at him like a raw wound he couldn't quite heal. He wasn’t brave enough to face his mother and tell her the truth. To tell her that Porsche was not just some fleeting acquaintance, but someone he truly cared for. “Someone who mattered.”But how could he? Kent was coming today. And Grand-uncle. The judgment was inevitable. They were coming, with their critical eyes and their expectations. Kent, perfect Kent—always the one who did everything right. And Grand-uncle, whose words were always sharp, always meant to cut.Emerson could already hear the sneers, feel the
BLUE TALE (The Series) 072: The Strange Woman
Porsche sat on the side of the road, his elbow propped on his knee, his chin resting against his palm. The briefcase beside him seemed sad as he was. He stared ahead, his gaze distant, while Emerson’s towering gate stood stoic in the background.He huffed. Then he puffed.The scene replayed in his mind like a cruel film stuck on repeat. Emerson’s voice, cold and detached, ringing in his ears:“You need to leave my house.”And just like that, Porsche found himself dismissed, discarded without explanation or reason. No matter how hard his systematic wired mind had tried to figure it out, nothing Emerson had said, nor the hurried glance Lucy gave him, offered clarity.Lucy, Mr. Bob, Rose... their faces had betrayed their relief when Emerson showed him the door. They hadn’t even tried to hide it. Their expressions screamed what they had thought of him all along: a contaminant. A foreign entity tainting their pristine image of their Sir. Emerson. A bad influence. A gay influence.But Po
