Robot Protection Zone Chapter 27

“Ngh…?”

D-did he just spank my butt…?

I froze, gaping blankly. I realized this was exactly the kind of situation where you’re too surprised to even speak.

“Why so surprised? Is this your first time getting your butt spanked?”

Finding my reaction amusing, my master instead scoffed and teased me. I clamped my mouth shut, swallowing the reply that had risen to my throat.

It is my first time….

I had no memory whatsoever of my previous master spanking my butt. In the first place, spanking a fully-grown adult robot… it was the kind of thing only perverted masters would do. But if I said that, I felt like my master would spank me again and scold me even more, so I didn’t let the words out.

“If you keep squirming, I might drop you, so stay still.”

“Yes….”

As I nodded obediently and lowered my head, I could see the stairs we had climbed so far.

If my master lost his grip on me while going up the stairs, I would surely tumble all the way down. Falling from this height would definitely break me, no matter how sturdy a robot I was. Not wanting to get broken or hurt, I decided to stay perfectly still in my master’s arms.

My master really did carry me all the way to his room. I was only looking for a chance to escape once he put me down, but he tossed me onto the bed with a flick.

As my vision suddenly swam and I tried to shake off the dizziness, my master lay down right on top of me.

“Master, you’re heavy…!”

“……”

“Master…?”

“……”

There was no response from my master. The arms holding me in a tight embrace didn’t loosen either.

“Don’t tell me you really fell asleep?”

No answer…! He must have really fallen asleep!

It seemed he had passed out the moment his body hit the bed. I squirmed, trying to get out from under my master, but he didn’t budge.

I barely managed to roll my master, who had been pinning me down, onto his side, but I ultimately failed to loosen the arm he had wrapped around me. At this point, I felt myself getting tired too, so I gave up and finally let the strength drain from my body.

To think my master is a drunkard….

This was my first time taking care of a drunken master. It seemed I was having all sorts of new experiences while serving a new master who was completely different from my previous one. Of course… not all of them were good.

“……”

I quietly watched my master sleeping peacefully.

He really looks like an angel when he’s asleep…. Why does he usually act so sensitively with such a scary face? My old master was always a gentleman and kind, so for a moment I became confused, wondering if this was what he was like in his youth.

Then, my gaze inadvertently landed on my master’s lips.

They were soft….

The sensation of the kiss we had just shared was still vivid. The soft press of our lips, the hot tangle of our tongues, and even the warm body heat that was transmitted through our touching skin.

Thump-thump, my heart pounded loudly.

I could feel the minute vibrations from my heart being transmitted through my circuits. What if my master wakes up from his sleep, thinking he got a phone call? Flustered, I tried to somehow soothe my highly excited circuits, but my already heated-up heart wouldn’t calm down, no matter how hard I tried.

When I got home, I was so tired I thought I’d be able to fall asleep right away, but my mind was too troubled to sleep at all. Even when I closed my eyes and tried to drift off, the warm sensation I’d felt on my lips and the hot mingling of our breaths just kept replaying in my mind.

…It seemed I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep easily tonight.

“Ugh….”

Because of my master, I’d fallen asleep without even washing up last night, and I felt like my body reeked of stale cigarette smoke. The unpleasant feeling made me head for the bathroom as soon as I opened my eyes. After washing away all traces of yesterday with warm water, I returned to my master’s room.

“Ah, dammit….”

My master was groaning and tossing on the bed.

As soon as I came back into the room, I saw my master in agony. He was clutching his head and groaning lowly. A hangover? If so, then he was getting more than enough punishment for tormenting me yesterday. I watched my master writhe in pain and felt a quiet sense of satisfaction.

Normally, I would have been at a loss seeing my master in distress, but not today. I felt bad for my master, but I thought I should keep my distance from him for a while. He might think of the kiss as a lighthearted joke, but I couldn’t just act nonchalant overnight.

“Ugh….”

“……”

But my master didn’t look to be in good shape. He was groaning with his brows deeply furrowed, perhaps because of a headache, and it bothered me. Isn’t checking on my master’s condition part of a robot’s role? In the end, I cautiously approached my master and asked.

“Master, are you okay?”

Could he have a fever? The moment I reached out a hand to check his forehead, my arm was yanked forcefully.

“Ma, Master!”

My body tilted and I collapsed onto the bed. I put my hands down to keep from falling on top of my master, but that too was useless as he pulled me into a sudden embrace.

My master trapped me in his arms as I fell onto the bed, preventing me from struggling.

Don’t tell me, again like yesterday…!

I hastily covered my mouth and squeezed my eyes shut. But even as time passed, I felt no sensation on my lips. When I timidly opened my eyes, all I saw was my master burying his face in my pajamas and taking a deep breath.

“You showered?”

“Yes….”

“Is that lotion…. This is nice. Tell Sophia to buy more.”

My master’s low voice lingered by my ear. I blinked and froze on the spot. But my master paid no mind to my reaction and, saying the fragrant soap scent seemed to be easing his headache, he pressed his nose into my pajamas and took an even deeper breath.

My master stayed like that for quite a while. When was he going to let go? I waited obediently with my body relaxed, but my master only continued to inhale my scent and didn’t let go of me even after a long time had passed.

“Master, please let go for just a moment.”

“……”

“I’ll be right back. Okay?”

As I said that, the strength in the arms that held me slowly loosened. I managed to coax my master and get out of the bed, but he still couldn’t get up and remained sprawled out on it.

Before leaving the room, I gave his form a pitiful look back, then went down to the kitchen to make him some honey water, which I used to make for my old master sometimes.

“Ah, Eve!”

As I came downstairs, Eve, who had sensed my presence, approached me. Perhaps because of what happened yesterday, it felt like she was checking if I was okay, so I showed her my perfectly fine body to reassure her.

While I was greeting Eve, Sophia came over to my side before I knew it.

“Didi.”

“Good morning, Sophia.”

“How is William’s condition?”

“Um… he’s having a hard time because of his hangover, so I think he’ll be down a little late.”

“Understood.”

Sophia gave a short nod. A delicious smell was wafting from somewhere, and when I turned my head, I saw the breakfast set on the table growing cold.

I’d have to bring my master down quickly so that the food Sophia had carefully prepared wouldn’t go to waste.

As soon as I finished my conversation with Sophia, I prepared the honey water.

After pouring warm water into a cup, I added a moderate amount of honey I found in a drawer. As I slowly stirred it with a small spoon, a sweet aroma quickly rose.

All I had to do was add honey and mix, so it didn’t require any particular skill; even I could make it this easily. Once the honey had completely dissolved, the warm, lovingly-made honey water was ready.

I carried the warm honey water upstairs. My master was still suffering from his hangover.

“Master, here.”

“…What is that?”

“It’s honey water. You’ll feel a bit better if you drink it.”

The moment he heard the words ‘honey water,’ my master’s expression soured. Come to think of it, he hated sweet things…. Does he hate this too…?

And I went to the trouble of making it for him….

As I looked at my master with a crestfallen gaze, he reluctantly took a sip of the honey water. I carefully observed his reaction.

“…It’s not bad.”

My master’s stiff expression relaxed a little. I felt inexplicably proud and asked in a boastful voice.

“Was I helpful to you, Master?”

“You were.”

A smile broke out on its own. It felt like I had finally been of help to my master. It was nothing special, but I was happy because it felt like I had been acknowledged by my master for the first time.

Just then, my master quietly reached out his hand. The large hand that approached my head patted it. A warm touch lightly brushed through my hair.

“Good job.”

My heart pounded fiercely.

It was such a small compliment, but I felt shy and happy. To think my master praised me. My heart started to race and clamor once again. It was pounding so hard it ached, to the point where I suspected it might be broken.

But if it’s this kind of pleasant ache, maybe it’s okay not to fix it.