Artificial Human

August 19th, Inside Beaumont's Manor.

Today is the end of the three days that Vivian would be staying with the Beaumont Family. As Lucas saw her off, he truly found it to be a shame that he wasn't able to get closer to that woman. Not that he did anything to bridge the gap between them, but some part of him hoped that maybe a certain accident would happen that would somehow bring the two of them closer together.

As a proud MILF enjoyer in his previous life, Vivian checked all the boxes when it came to all the attribute that he was looking for a woman: a pretty face with large breasts, shapely ass, and clear skin.

If there is to be a single problem, then it's the fact that in his current body as Montague Beaumont, Vivian is actually younger than him.

In Lucas's perspective, one of the alluring aspects of a MILF is her status as an "older woman". There's a bigger sense of achievement and conquest in being able to bed a woman that is your senior, superior, and etc.

Although, he's still technically younger (mentally) than her, it doesn't make up for the fact that the entire power dynamic has been ruined. In their eyes, he was older than them, thus it just doesn't have the same feel to it.

'Before, MILFs were older women that I could only fantasize about, but now they're just women my age, if not younger.' thought Lucas.

"May providence watch over you in your journey back," Lucas waves to Vivian as she hopped on a carriage.

"To you as well, sir. May you and your family remain safe and healthy until we meet again" she replied with a courteous bow of her head before closing the carriage doors.

The two have agreed that Vivian will be the one to report the findings that they've made on Beaumont's manor to Mathias. However, Lucas decided to not inform anyone about the discovery of the underground laboratory, and even more importantly, the artificial human.

Vivian is only aware of the journals and the secret chamber that they've initially found.

Lucas was worried that with if everything were to be reported, it would cause the Crows to place a higher importance in his mansion—which he did not want to happen. Not only that, he wanted the benefits of having all the rewards to himself.

"Father, are you going to the office soon?" asked Victoria, who was dressed professionally.

She had her straight black hair tidied up to a loose bun and she wore a modestly long purple dress that was especially tight around the waist, thanks to a corset that cinched her waist into an hourglass shape.

It's currently 8 in the morning and she was all ready because of her new position in the company, which Lucas had assigned to her a few days ago.

"No, yo go on ahead– uh, I have some other thing to attend to." Lucas contemplated for a second whether or not he should start calling Victoria any endearing terms. After all, he wasn't the original Montague. He had no plans on keeping the relationship between them as cold as it is.

"I see," she replied. "Then I'll be going first."

Victoria didn't seem particularly affected by it though. Her facial expression remained the same all throughout and she bid farewell, saying she'll go to the office first before boarding a carriage of her own.

Lucas waved his daughter off before heading back to the mansion.

"Do we have a milk bottle? The one that babies use." Lucas asked a nearby servant.

The servant was very surprised by the master's sudden question and the seemingly bizarre request. 'Why would the master be looking for such a thing?' she thought to herself. Nevertheless, she still replied to the best of her ability.

"There might be but we'll have to clean it first."

"Good. Bring it to me as soon as possible," Lucas said before heading to the guestroom where he had secretly taken the artificial human that he'd discovered.

As soon as he got through the door, he was greeted by a pretty strange sight. A fully grown beautiful woman was sprawled out the bed with only an oversized shirt to cover her body and nothing more below or underneath.

The shirt was actually Lucas's however, earlier, he decided that it would be better if she was covered up rather than buck naked just in case someone were to accidentally wander into the room. Otherwise, explaining it would be pretty difficult.

Still, her long silver hair looked pretty ethereal. As in both worlds or lifetimes, such a hair color couldn't naturally be achieved. He could see her sizable breasts pushing up the fabric of the shirt and just a little below it, the shirt had scrunched up a little bit to her waist, revealing a perfectly clean and prim pussy which looked and probably had never been touched before.

He'd already checked earlier if she was breathing and as it turns out, that life pod she was in for god knows how many years had indeed managed to support her life all this time.

"God damn..." said Lucas in admiration as his gaze went around her body.

Without anyone around, he didn't have to worry about acting 'proper' and could speak his mind like the regular 20 year old, virgin college student that he was. Although, his type was more to the mature and older woman kind, that didn't stop him from appreciating the beauty of other women who didn't fit that bill.

"Wah?" The luscious woman cooed as she turned on the bed when she heard the sound of the door opening and Lucas's voice.

A pair of curious crimson eyes turned to look at him, blinking innocently. She was acting as though she was fresh out of the womb. With no memories or experience, having spent her entire life floating in that pod filled with viscous liquid, she was—in a sense—no different to that of a baby.

Yet, there were crucial differences between her and a typical infant.

A baby when first born, is naturally curious. However, it has no way to act out on that curiosity because its body is simply too underdeveloped and weak. It can't even move or flail its own arms, let alone move around in its surroundings.

This woman, however, possessed a fully developed set of limbs from the moment she emerged from the pod.

The only obstacle she faced was her complete lack of knowledge on how to utilize them effectively. Her arms and legs were like foreign tools, waiting to be understood and mastered. Every movement required a conscious effort as she slowly began to explore the range of motion her body could achieve.

Also, unlike a baby, she had fully developed vocal chords in her throat. But again, just like with her limbs, she didn't know anything about how to properly pronounce anything—nor the correct movement or placement of the tongue, teeth, or lips, needed to emulate the sound.

Silence enveloped the room as she attempted to utter her first word. A series of unintelligible sounds escaped her lips—a mixture of garbled vowels, stammering consonants, and hesitant murmurs.

"Gaahd… jaym? vaaa.. mem– agh?! Aghhh!"

Lucas's eyes widened in astonishment at the first two sounds she uttered, which eerily resembled "God damn" that he had uttered just half a minute ago. However, before he could fully process the significance of her attempt at speech, a sudden and painful interruption occurred.

Not even halfway through her utterance, she inadvertently bit her own tongue, causing her to scream and thrash around the bed in agony. Lucas was taken aback by the sudden turn of events, bewildered by how such a thing could even happen.

However, realization soon dawned on him. Normal babies wouldn't have had teeth in this stage of their life in the first place. So while they're experimenting with their mouths, trying to imitate the sounds that they hear, there's no chance of them ever biting their own tongue with such a strong force.

This woman unfortunately wasn't given that privilege.

The presence of fully developed teeth, coupled with her lack of knowledge on proper tongue placement and control, resulted in a painful and chaotic mishap.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she began to wail loudly, her voice echoing through the room. It was a natural instinct deeply ingrained in every newborn baby—a primal expression of discomfort, pain, or overwhelming emotions.

knock..knock..

"…!"

One surprise after another, he quickly moved to muffle the woman's mouth with the blankets before moving back and opening the door just slightly to see the servant that he'd ordered to be standing in front of the room.

"Is everything alright sir? I thought I heard a cry just now," she asked, somewhat worried. The bottle of infant formula already cradled in her hands.

"All is well. I merely stubbed my toe on the bed," Lucas explained, quickly returning to his cool and calm facade. "I see you've brought what I requested. Very good. You may return to your duties."

Seeing her master's serious demeanor, the servant didn't ask any further questions and left.

"Phew," Lucas heaved a sigh of relief.

He wasn't too sure whether or not he should tell the other people in the mansion about this woman just yet, so he'll keep things under wraps for now.

Looking back towards the woman who had was supposed to have the blanket muffling her mouth, Lucas could see that she actually managed to remove it by herself. She was still crying with an ugly face, her tongue sticking out of her mouth as though letting it get contact with air would somehow ease the pain.

Instantly, the words written in the journal flashed by Lucas's mind:

'The ADAPT series subjects exhibit expanded memory storage and information processing capability, rapid knowledge acquisition and skill learning, as well as stunted emotional development. These cognitive modifications allow for accelerated mental maturation and optimized functionality.

Potential modifications to further optimize the ADAPT series for rapid developmental progression could include: enhanced perception and sensory processing, expanded associative thinking and pattern matching capabilities, as well as stunted growth of non-cognitive regions of the brain to prioritize cognitive functions during early developmental windows.'

This woman was made so that she could learn everything and process information very quickly.. If he wasn't careful with what he shows her, she might grow rapidly out of his sight and he'll lose control of her.

Right now, she was still like a puppy that had been brought to a new home—curious about anything everything, no matter how mundane it is. And currently, she's experiencing pain for the very first time, which is why she doesn't know what to do.

Thankfully, the body which he now inhabits belongs to that of a skilled and experienced doctor, and more importantly a pharmacist who has all sorts of medication in his back pocket.

'Actually, wasn't there something about how certain animals usually view the first person or animal that their eyes see as their mother or something?' Lucas thought. Maybe she doesn't see him as that now, but helping her would surely increase the likelihood of that happening.

Lucas thought maybe he could earn her loyalty, if he were to help her or make her more dependent on him. At least, he thought that it was worth a try.