Chapter 2
I ate while sneaking glances at Tyler, once again seeing an unusual glint of light flash deep within his eyes, which made my heart skip a beat.
“You are feeling anxious.”
His flat, monotonous voice sounded again, making me choke on my food and cough repeatedly. He quickly brought a glass of water over to me.
I had heard that robots could scan the emotions and information of the person in front of them using eye software. That was why Tyler had been able to guess my mood so accurately over the past two months. And here I was, foolishly believing that he was finally learning to understand his girlfriend's heart.
Thinking back carefully, Tyler always kept an expressionless face and spoke in a flat voice with no rising or falling tone. This made me even more certain that my boyfriend had been swapped with a robot that looked exactly like him. I didn't know why this had happened, but for now, I had to find clear proof that he was a machine.
Robot Tyler scanned my face again: “You are plotting something against someone.”
Damn it! This robot even knew I was up to no good. Quite impressive!
I decided to bring my work to the round table in the living room, taking the opportunity to test the robot.
“Do you still remember when we celebrated Lunar New Year together last year? What did we do?”
Robot Tyler, while wiping the glass, answered smoothly without hesitation: “You bought a small apricot blossom pot and put it in the house. I decorated it, and you took care of it. We chatted under the apricot tree.”
I gritted my teeth. I was the one who did both the decorating and the caring, but the main point was still correct.
“What about Valentine's Day the year before that?”
The robot moved on to dusting the objects in the house: “I bought a large feast along with a full box of chocolates and gave them to you.”
I wanted to crush the pen in my hand. I was the one who prepared the large feast, while he only bought a single box containing just three chocolates.
I realized that the more I asked, the more inaccurate his patched-together memories became. So, I decided to ask about something from back when we first started dating.
The robot stopped abruptly. I was quite sure I heard a faint mechanical buzzing sound - there was no mistaking it.
“I do not have that information.”
The pen successfully snapped in my hand. I couldn't help asking out loud: “Then who are you?”
The robot maintained his expressionless face and flat voice: “I am your boyfriend.”
Fine, very good. An answer beyond imagination. I didn't bother arguing over those patched-up memories and focused on the work on my table, completely unaware that the robot was watching me through reflections on nearby objects.
The robot's mind at that moment: /SOS! Girlfirend discovered the secret. Searching for a way to fix this. None found./
I was nowhere near giving up that easily. While Robot Tyler went into the bedroom to clean up, I quickly dragged out a basin of water I had prepared beforehand. I stood on a chair right at the corner, determined to dump all this water on him.
I knew doing this was a bit cruel, no different from taking a machine's life, but my eagerness to find the truth was growing higher and higher. The sound of the door opening came, which was my signal to exert all the strength in my arms and happily lift the basin up. This would be the moment I uncovered the secret.
As soon as Robot Tyler's figure appeared in my line of sight, I immediately poured the basin of water over his head. His hair drooped down, sticking tightly to his angular face. Drops of water trickled down his clothes and onto the floor.
I was waiting for the scene of electrical sparks, the robot twitching, and that buzzing sound. However, the robot merely raised his hand to wipe the water off his face, then turned, looked up at me in my stunned state, and spoke.
“Do you want to play a water-splashing game?”
“Ah... yeah... I thought the weather was a bit hot, so I wanted to cool you down...” I hugged the basin tightly against my body, my eyes darting back and forth to make up a quick excuse.
The robot began announcing in his flat tone: “The current temperature is 28 degrees, which is not hot enough for this game. Would you like me to find another game for you?”
“N... No need...” I was scared out of my wits.
The robot took the water basin from my hands and set it aside, then held my lower torso and helped me down to the ground.
“Walk carefully. The floor is slippery and easy to fall on.”
A second later, the robot took off his shirt, revealing attractive abdominal muscles that left me dazed. It wasn't that I was lusting over him, but rather that Tyler had never been diligent enough to work out for such a toned body.
I clenched my fists, straining my eyes to look all over his body. No joints. I cried silently in my heart - why was technology advancing so fast? Even a waterproof robot was designed so meticulously.
While wiping the floor, the robot breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: /Luckily, the doctor designed waterproof skin layers; otherwise, this life would be hard to save./
I walked into the bedroom and peeked outside slightly. You just wait. Tonight, you won't get away with this.
Tonight, I decided to play big - though whether it was truly big depended on the robot's performance.
I picked out a rather thin and revealing nightgown that I had secretly bought before, even though I had never had the chance to wear it. I originally intended to use it for romantic dinners, but now I had to use it to expose the robot.
Stepping out of the bedroom, I walked gracefully into the kitchen under the robot's close gaze. I didn't care at all whether he had any human thoughts; instead, I poured a glass of milk and intentionally added some finely crushed sleeping pills into it.
I brought the glass of milk over to the robot. The closer I got, the more I could feel his whole body stiffen like a block of wood. I blinked, bravely facing the light that kept flashing back and forth deep inside those eyes.
“Drink the milk, then come to bed with me.”
Looking down from above, the robot could clearly see the full cleavage that I was quite proud of. However, what I needed to do right now wasn't to seduce him, but to witness him drink every last drop of that milk.
The robot suddenly felt his body grow slightly warm and briefly scanned the room to measure the temperature. The temperature hadn't changed at all, but why did he feel so different inside?
He picked up the glass of milk, habitually observing the milky white liquid inside, and spoke in the same flat tone as usual: “Inside this, there is...”
I naturally knew the robot could tell what was inside, but I stepped ahead of him: “Inside what? It's all my love for you. Drink it quickly.”
The robot was very obedient. He drank the entire glass of milk in one gulp without leaving a single drop. I intentionally stroked his arm gently before taking the glass to put it away. Then, flashing the most seductive smile possible, I pulled the robot into the bedroom.
I pushed the robot onto the bed, my eyes like a hungry wolf wanting to swallow him whole. Even so, I couldn't deny that my heart was beating very fast. The undeniable proof: my hands were shaking like a leaf.
I unbuttoned the robot's first button at a snail's pace. In this situation with a normal human, the drug should have already kicked in by now, but those eyes were still looking at me emotionlessly.
Suddenly, the robot placed both of his hands on top of mine: “Let me help you.”
“Help... Help with what?” I stammered back, not yet understanding what he meant.
Without making me wait long, the robot slowly unbuttoned the entire shirt, revealing a firm chest and abs that rose and fell with his breath. Did a robot have a breath too?
Unable to contain my curiosity, I leaned down and pressed my ear against his chest. In my ear, steady heartbeats sounded out rhythmically. This was impossible. A normal robot wouldn't have a heart. Still, I chose to trust my senses and searched his entire body.
My hands stroked back and forth across his neck, down to his chest, and then to his firm stomach, which felt as elastic as real human skin. Finding nothing unusual, I aimed for his sweatpants and pulled them straight down.
Underneath, Tyler's usually hairy legs were now completely smooth. There was no trace of pores. I touched them carefully; the skin seemed elastic, but it didn't feel like a human's at all. No matter how hard I pinched, it didn't leave the usual red mark.
Absorbed in my inspection, I suddenly felt the robot's curious gaze. When I raised my head, the situation had become extremely weird. He had sat up at some point, leaning down to observe my every move. Meanwhile, I had lowered my body, arching my back into a nice curve while inspecting his leg skin. How was I any different from a perverted girl? A perverted girl who loved a man's smooth legs.
Right now, the robot only had his underwear on, trying to cover his masculine area. I started to feel embarrassed, throwing away my pride just to find the truth. Yet, my eyes still hadn't left that mysterious triangle area.
“Is yours... standing up?”
I pointed my finger toward the sky, unsure if the robot understood, but I didn't even know why I had blurted out those words.
“If you want, I can get aroused at any time,” the robot answered with a completely calm face, as if he were talking about blowing bubbles.
I instantly went speechless, then glanced down below him and gasped in shock. It was actually swelling up bit by bit: “Hey, are you serious?...”
Maintaining that same emotionless expression, the robot uttered a sentence that made my face turn even paler: “Can you wait a moment? I need to search for ways to make my girlfriend comfortable in bed.”