"Eighty-nine percent."
"Wha...!?" I blurted out, eyes widening as my jaw dropped. "What do you mean, eighty-nine percent!?"
"It is exactly as I stated," Anne replied, her voice smooth and mechanical, yet disturbingly calm. "Your desire to have sex with Master has reached eighty-nine percent."
I blinked, my face going pale before heat suddenly rushed up to my cheeks. "W-Wait… What do you mean by 'have sex'…? Huh!?" My voice cracked mid-sentence as panic set in. Had this automata short-circuited? There's no way in hell I'd want to have sex with Leon of all people!
The mere thought made my stomach churn. That lewd, cocky womanizer? Not a chance.
But Anne wasn't done. "The level of libido that has been building within your body has already reached a critical point," she stated matter-of-factly. "If this continues without release, you may end up pouncing on Master uncontrollably."
