Chapter 6

“Neala, I have a job for you here.”

I called back and quickly ran over to the author who was guiding me on my comic artist path. Before, I was just a country girl with mud on my shoes, coming to the city hoping to change my life. But reality slapped me hard without mercy.

After a lot of struggle, I finally found a stable-paying job. I worked for a comic publisher as an errand girl. Later, because of my stamina and patience, the manager promoted me to content moderator. Thanks to that, I read through every popular series on the market. But I never bought them. Reviewing the content a thousand times over made me sick of it.

Later, the manager mentioned that a famous author needed an assistant, and I had caught their eye. So, I had to review content while also helping the author color the comics. Through this, I discovered I had a talent for drawing. Although I couldn't create a fully painted piece, I understood all the basic sketches.

“Practice drawing a kiss scene. Keep it within three panels.” The author tossed a stack of paper to me, then turned back to his work.

I stood there frozen, holding the heavy stack in my hands. As someone whose only kissing experience was a brief peck, I had to search online and learn mechanically. Of course, every single draft was thrown into the trash by the respected author for lacking soul.

I sat flat on the floor, facing the lined paper. The robot set a cup of herbal tea beside me and began gathering the crumpled paper scraps off the floor. He carefully threw them into the trash bin to avoid disturbing my creative process.

I stared at the kissing scene on the TV screen without feeling a thing. I had kissed Tyler before, but it was purely lip-to-lip for a second before pulling away - no open mouth, no tongue-sucking, nothing. Remembering him now only made me regret that past kiss even more.

I leaned my head back, startling myself when I saw the robot leaning down, looking at me.

“Are you having trouble? I can help.” He spoke in a flat voice, his eyes looking deep into mine, which were filled with surprise.

I laughed, joking around: “Are you sure you can help me?”

“I will obey your every command.” He walked around the chair, sitting beside me like a little dog waiting for orders from its master.

I scratched my head, wondering why such a strange comparison popped into my mind. But I didn't think a robot knew what a kiss was like, so I pointed at the screen: “I need to draw that scene, but my mentor says my lines are too mechanical and lifeless.”

“To make a drawing have soul, the artist must evoke emotions and align the viewer's spirit with the artwork through composition, color schemes, light and shadow, and various other factors. The artist needs to observe and analyze extensively. Searching: How to draw a kiss scene with soul?”

Hearing the robot recite another long string of theory made me bored, yet somehow I remained attentive. I felt that if I didn't listen, I might miss something important or make him sad. He kept talking about abstract theories while I nodded off in drowsiness.

Then, I interrupted with a joke: “Maybe hands-on practice is the best solution.”

I picked up my pen, spinning it around a few times without coming up with any new ideas. Seeing the robot so quiet, I turned to look out of curiosity. His eyes were glowing with that familiar blue light, looking just like a cat's eyes glowing at night. How handsome!

What was I thinking? Why did I suddenly find a robot handsome? Glancing over again, I wondered why he was taking so long to search for information. If so, staring at him a little bit wouldn't get me caught, right?

Resting my head on my hand, I took some time away from my block to judge the features that resembled my cruel boyfriend. The robot had a high nose bridge, an angular face, and thick eyebrows. My ex certainly loved self-admiration; perhaps in his mind, he looked like this. But with his lazy nature, how could he possess a six-pack or a part that swelled up as easily as a balloon?

My gaze fell between the robot's legs again. Remembering that scene made my whole body run hot. Suddenly, I caught him looking at me, making me jump. Getting caught checking someone out - how humiliating!

I immediately shifted my focus back to the drawing, but a second later, my chin was grabbed and turned by him.

“Let's practice.”

What?

“Wait, what do you mean?”

I panicked completely. The robot leaned forward, his face just a hand span away from mine. His eyes were intently focused on my slightly parted lips, which held an astonishment I could no longer hide.

“I searched the data. In some cases, it indeed requires time to observe, practice, and experiment before producing a unique work of art,” the robot replied firmly.

“But... but... why you? Can't I try with someone else?” I stammered, placing my hands behind me to keep from falling onto the floor.

“Why someone else? I am your boyfriend.” The robot blinked, appearing genuinely confused as to why I had such an outside thought. He continued: “Rest assured, I am programmed with all intimate actions. I can even be just like a real human.”

As soon as he finished speaking, I felt a warm breath. He was breathing?

Normally, robots didn't need photosynthesis or food to live. All he needed was a two-hour charge to operate for a month. But now, he turned on the breathing mode just like a real human just to practice a kiss with me. Wasn't that way too professional? Even I couldn't help feeling a flutter in my heart.

“If you allow me, I will make this kiss sweet.” The robot spoke while looking deep into my eyes with his emotionless gaze. Yet I felt like I was living a romance story with a dominant CEO, whose every word was powerful and seductive.

I swallowed hard, hearing my heart ring like a fire alarm. My body was burning hot - whether from embarrassment or excitement, even I couldn't tell. Wait, why was I excited in the first place?

“I...”

“You have the right to refuse. Otherwise, I will help you as much as possible.” Another irresistible statement from the robot.

“...I”

“One.”

“But...”

“Two.”

“...”

“Three.”

I could no longer make a sound. The robot quickly pressed his lips against mine. The lips I assumed would be rough, stiff, and metallic turned out to be surprisingly soft, no different from a normal human's. My eyes widened as I felt him take the initiative, skillfully sucking on my lower lip before moving to the upper one.

A wet sensation began to take over. The robot secreted a liquid in his mouth, warm and sweet like candy. I closed my eyes, slowly tasting the flavor. So this was what he meant by making the kiss sweet and unforgettable.

The robot used his tongue to part my teeth, slipping inside like a small snake searching for its target. It lightly touched my tongue probing, checking whether I agreed to entangle with it. Sensing the intrusion, my tongue pulled back slightly, but the robot caught it in time, gently caressing and reassuring me, leading me into a deeper kiss.

“Mm... Amory...”

I lost all awareness, only knowing my mouth was being thoroughly explored. Drops of liquid slowly trickled down my chin. My body lost its strength, nearly falling to the ground, but the robot's hand caught me, holding me tight in his arms like a precious treasure.

The robot raised his other hand to stroke my face, whispering through his teeth where our heavy breaths intertwined: “You are so sweet!”

After those words, I was forcefully taken over by the robot once again. I didn't hate it; I even instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck to linger longer. I wanted to switch from defense to offense, actively sucking on his sweet tongue.

Not knowing where he learned more stimulation techniques, the robot gently slid his hand under the shirt behind my back. His cool hand traced over every inch of my skin, making me shiver. His other hand held my cheek firmly before moving behind my ear to scratch gently. Damn it, I was truly swept away to the point of losing all awareness.

I opened my eyes slightly. The robot's face in my view was slightly flushed. Sensing something, he also opened his usually emotionless eyes, but for some reason, I saw a flicker of emotion inside them.

“Are you okay?” the robot asked.

I licked my lips, my tongue unexpectedly brushing against the robot's lips, making his whole body tremble slightly. I completely lost my mind: “Can we continue?”

I could clearly see the robot's Adam's apple move up and down. Before I could even wonder how his internal system worked, another unexpected kiss crashed down upon me. I was officially addicted to kissing a robot!

However, afterward, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The robot had connected to his phone and recorded everything as reference material for me to watch again and again. That led to me having an erotic dream about him that very night. He tied me up, sucked on my breasts, and used his large male organ to drive me from one climax to another.

“Master, do you want to feel better? I'm going to make you scream from pleasure.”