Robot Protection Zone Chapter 26

My master, who had been laughing and chatting with his friends for a while, frowned at the groan I let out and asked.

“After just one glass?”

My master asked in a voice that sounded dumbfounded. Seeing that made me feel cross, and I muttered without realizing it.

“It’s because of you, Master….”

“Because of me?”

“Because you kept giving me fruit….”

“So it’s my fault?”

“Yes….”

Ha.

My master let out a scoff as if he were flabbergasted. I belatedly tried to watch my mouth, but I couldn’t control my blabbering lips.

To keep myself from making any more mistakes, I clamped both hands over my mouth. My master looked at my listless form, then downed the remaining liquid in his glass in one go and stood up from his seat.

“What, Spencer. Leaving already?”

“Yeah. My robot is throwing a tantrum, saying he’s drunk because of me.”

That’s not true….

I retorted that I had never thrown a tantrum, but only a mumble came out.

“What are you muttering about. Get up. You said you wanted to go home.”

“Yes….”

I followed my master and got up from my seat. But the moment I tried to take a step, my feet got tangled and I staggered.

My body tilted sideways. Expecting to fall, I squeezed my eyes shut, but a strong force grabbed my arm. When I turned my head, my master was looking down at me with an expression of utter annoyance.

In the end, my master left the establishment with me tucked under his arm, unable to even walk properly because I was stumbling so much.

“Welcome home, William, Didi.”

“Ugh….”

Enduring my churning stomach, I barely made it home. As soon as the door opened, Sophia and Eve came out to greet us, but I wasn’t in any condition to say hello as cheerfully as usual.

My body felt sluggish. Whether it was because of the alcohol or because my whole body was tired, I wanted to lie down right away. Stumbling, I thought I should hurry up to my room and go to sleep, but before I could even climb the stairs, my wrist was gripped firmly.

“Going to bed already?”

It was my master.

He was looking down at me with his brow furrowed, as if something displeased him. But no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t recall doing anything particularly wrong. I had sat quietly in the car the whole way home, and now that the alcohol had worn off a little, I could walk by myself.

Ultimately, I concluded that I had done nothing wrong and nodded my head.

“Yes….”

“Since we left early because you said you wanted to come home, have a little more to drink.”

Without even thinking of listening to my answer, my master dragged me straight to the kitchen. The stairs leading to the second floor grew more distant in my vision, but with my limp body, all I could do was reach a hand toward them.

As soon as we arrived in the kitchen, my master sat me down in a chair.

I leaned weakly against the dining table. The cold marble surface felt good. When I lightly pressed my feverish forehead against it, the cool sensation made me feel even more comfortable.

With my body draped limply over the island countertop, I followed my master’s movements with my eyes.

The moment my master opened the wall shelf, rows of colorful liquor bottles came into view. With a familiar dexterity, my master took out a glass, and in an instant, he made a cocktail and placed it in front of me.

“Drink up.”

“But….”

“It’s low-proof, so it’s fine.”

The glass was filled with a pretty pink liquid. The faint, sweet scent of peach naturally lowered my guard. When I cautiously took a sip, a familiar taste lingered on the tip of my tongue. It tasted similar to a drink I occasionally had when I went to a jazz bar with my previous master.

My master poured himself the same whiskey he had been drinking at the bar and sat down next to me.

“Did your old master not let you drink?”

My master asked casually. I shook my head back and forth, denying it.

“But you get drunk after just that much?”

“I only drank weak alcohol….”

I had never had strong liquor like whiskey. I think my former master might have had it sometimes… but he tended to prefer wine a little more. All I ever drank on those occasions were low-proof drinks or other beverages.

“So, what did you do while you were drinking?”

“We just… talked about what happened that day, or asked how the other was doing… we had ordinary conversations.”

“Just that?”

“……?”

Not understanding his meaning, I tilted my head. Then my master yanked my waist, pulling me in abruptly, and pressed his face to mine.

“Mph….”

I felt a hot sensation on my lips. My eyes shot open in surprise, and a soft tongue slowly licked my lips, parting them to slip inside.

A sharp scent of alcohol and a faint taste of tobacco.

The tongue that entered my mouth viscously wound around my own. Startled by the unfamiliar contact, I tried to flee, but my master pursued me to the end, trapping me, tormenting and toying with me.

Our tongues tangled as hot breaths mingled. The tongue that had entered deeply rummaged through the inside of my mouth, and our lips grazed and rubbed roughly against each other.

“Ngh…, heuh…!”

Unable to breathe, I grabbed my master’s shoulders. I tried to pull my head back and escape, but a firm arm tightened its grip on my waist. The more I struggled, the more the arm around my waist strengthened. As our bodies were pressed together, I could feel my master’s hard body through our clothes.

My heart pounded like crazy. Feeling his heated body temperature, I gripped my master’s shoulders and squeezed my eyes shut.

Once I stopped resisting and began to quietly accept my master, the rough kiss became a degree gentler.

“Hah….”

The moist tip of his tongue playfully licked my lips. My master lightly soothed my tense lips, then slowly delved inside again.

The piece of flesh that entered slowly nudged my tensed tongue. Then, it gently wound around it, licking and sucking as if to seduce it. Lured by the movement, I clumsily tried to move my own tongue, and my master responded with an even deeper kiss, as if to say I’d done well.

“Eung… Ngh….”

A wet sound escaped from between our slightly parted lips. Mixed in with it was the sound of my own ragged breathing.

Just as I was getting a little used to the kiss, I felt a slight nip on my lip. Before my mouth could close, my master slowly pulled his head away and whispered in my ear.

“I was asking if you’d ever done this.”

Smooch. With a short sound, lips touched my heated cheek. Belatedly realizing what had just been done to me, my face flushed hot.

“Ma, Ma, Ma, Ma, Master…!”

As I frantically covered my cheek and lips, my master burst out laughing, chuckling. The way he smiled brightly, his eyes crinkling, looking amused. It was a smile as dazzling as sunshine. His blue eyes, full of delight, were brimming with life.

At least when he smiled, he looked so much like my old master. Feeling as if I were facing my old master, my heart began to pound and clamor loudly.

Ah, no, Didi. Get a grip.

I stared blankly at my master, then hurriedly shook my head. It seemed my master was far too drunk. And seeing my old master constantly superimposed over my master’s face, I figured I must be drunk too.

Flustered, I tried to get away from my master, but he held me in place and began to tease me even more.

“I thought you would’ve done this a lot, but your reaction is cute.”

“Let, let go of me…!”

“I don’t want to. Are you going to run away right after?”

“Ugh…!”

My master’s face drew near. Thinking he was going to kiss me again, I squeezed my eyes shut, but nothing touched my lips, and I only heard my master’s laughter. When I timidly opened my eyes, my master was smiling at me with a playful expression from a distance where our lips were almost, but not quite, touching.

Ah, no. At this rate, my heart was going to explode.

“I’m sleeping alone today!”

I pushed my master away with all my might and tried to run, stammering, but my body was lifted with a jerk. My feet were dangling in mid-air. Panicked, I only turned my head to check behind me, and saw my master standing there, holding me up. He lightly turned me around and held me in his arms, facing him.

“Ma, Master…?”

“What is it.”

“Please put me down!”

I struggled desperately, but my master paid me no mind and started walking. My shouts completely ignored, he headed for his room with me in his arms.

When we came out into the living room, I saw Sophia and Eve waiting near the sofa.

“Sophia! Please stop my master!”

I asked for help to escape from my drunken master. Seeing Sophia approach at the sound of my desperate voice, I felt a spark of hope.

“William. Didi is requesting to be put down.”

“Sophia, clean the kitchen.”

“Yes, I understand.”

No….

If there was one thing I had overlooked, it was that Sophia was a robot programmed to prioritize my master’s orders. Sophia turned around and walked briskly to the kitchen. I called her name desperately, but she never looked back.

In despair, I was dragged away by my master again. Clutching at straws, I reached out to Eve, who was anxiously following at my master’s heels.

— (；Д；)

“Eve…!”

But there was nothing Eve could do to help me. Eve scurried to block my master’s path, but my master treated her like an invisible robot and passed right by her….

Just like that, my master started to climb the stairs.

I didn’t give up and continued to try to escape. I squirmed and even patted my master on the back. But it seemed my master was annoyed by my resistance.

Smack!

A sharp sting came from my butt, accompanied by a crisp sound.