Robot Protection Zone Chapter 37

I was left haggard after being thoroughly toyed with. The master will probably let me go now. I thought I would have to drag my tired body back to my room and hold my breath until the master’s mood improved… but the master suddenly let out a chuckle.

“You’re hard?”

My face instantly flushed red.

Belatedly realizing that my lower body had become hard, I hunched my posture. I tried to hurry away, but my arm was caught again.

I tried to push the master away and escape, but in an instant, all my escape routes were blocked. The master, who had cornered me toward the desk, grabbed my wrist, nudged my lower abdomen with a tap, and said.

“You have to take care of this before you go.”

“I-I’ll take care of it myself!”

“How are you going to do that?”

I clamped my mouth shut. There was no way I could answer such a mischievous question. The master waited for me with a relaxed expression, as if telling me to hurry up and answer.

“I guess there’s no choice. You should consider it an honor that your master is helping you.”

“What? N-No! It’s fi—!”

The master’s hand came up over my pants. His hand, now over my clothes, kneaded my erect member.

“Ugh…!”

My back bent on its own. My hands, gripping the master’s shoulders tightly, squeezed with great force.

“Ah!”

The master thrust his hand inside my pants. Unfortunately, I was wearing pants with an elastic waistband, so the waist stretched out, easily allowing his invasion. Startled by the sudden entry of his hand, I tried to grab the master’s arm to stop him, but the hand that was already inside my pants began to move without restraint.

“Ma-Master… Ugh… Hnngh…”

“You don’t even have any hair. Was this grandfather’s preference too?”

“I-I don’t know…”

“You look so innocent… It makes me feel like I’m doing something wicked.”

The master said this with a thoroughly amused expression. Although his words made it seem like he would stop if I begged, his face was filled with a playful look.

The master’s hand gripped my penis and moved up and down. It was a rough touch, with no caution or delicacy. Because of that, the merciless pleasure that erupted was too much for me to bear for long, and the urge to cum came quickly.

“I think I’m about to go…”

“You’re about to come already? That’s too fast.”

“Ma-Master. Please stop now…”

I even pleaded with him as if begging, but the master didn’t stop. Instead, he increased the speed even more.

“Ah! Hnngh… Master… St-Stop… Ugh!”

I couldn’t be rude in the master’s hand, so I groaned and tried my best to hold it in. As I leaned my forehead against the master’s shoulder, letting out moans and shaking my head, the master grabbed my chin and lifted it.

I must be making a disgraceful face. In contrast to me, the master was perfectly composed, and being forced to look at him, I couldn’t hold back and let out a cry.

“Don’t lower your head. You should come while looking at your beloved master’s face.”

“N-No… Hngh… Aagh…!”

I shook my head from side to side, asking him to let go of my chin. However, the master seemed to take it a different way.

“Are you asking for a kiss?”

“Ah…!”

Our lips crashed together.

He roughly forced my mouth open and his tongue plunged deep inside. The master’s tongue wrapped around mine and sucked strongly.

“……!”

My eyes flew wide open.

“Mmph… Mmmph…”

In that moment, the strength drained from my legs, and unable to hold back, I came just like that. My body tensed and trembled. The master’s hand slowly stroked my penis, then he pulled his lips away.

“You came just from a kiss?”

“Hah…”

Unable to stand properly, I leaned my body against the master. The master pulled his hand out of my pants, looked at the semen pooling in his palm, and muttered.

“Looks like you didn’t sleep with my father after all.”

It was an excessively bland comment. My face burned hot.

“I-I’ll wipe it for you…!”

In my haste, I pulled at the hem of my clothes and wiped the master’s palm. The semen, having not been released in a long time, was sticky and didn’t wipe off easily, but with my face burning hot, I did my best. Then suddenly, the master’s pants came into view.

The master is also… a little hard. I glanced at the distinct bulge in the master’s trousers and asked in a small voice.

“What about you, Master…?”

The master looked at me for a moment. He had an expression as if he didn’t understand what I was saying. Then, seeing my face flush with embarrassment, he seemed to realize what I meant and chuckled.

“Sorry, but I don’t have a hobby of sleeping with robots.”

The master, after letting out a short, mocking laugh, opened the door and left the study.

He doesn’t have a hobby of sleeping with robots…

I mulled over the master’s words as I watched his back leave the study.

So, the reason the master did this to me… was simply to punish me. If that was the case, he had succeeded completely. Because right now, my mind was in a dizzying state of complexity from embarrassment, shame, and a slight disappointment.

Swallowing a sigh, I followed the master out of the room. As I walked listlessly, I came face to face with Sophia in the living room and froze.

No way… did she hear…?

Feeling mortified, I glanced back at the study to gauge how soundproof it might be.

Seeing as the door was quite thick, it seemed unlikely the sound would have carried outside. Thinking that was a relief, I continued walking, following the master. But the master, who was heading up to his room, suddenly turned back as if he had just remembered something and gave an order to Sophia.

“Sophia, air out the study.”

“Understood, William.”

“……!”

Startled, I looked back at Sophia. If she goes into the study now…!

“I-I’ll air it out!”

I shouted and ran back into the study.

SLAM!

I slammed the door shut and slid down to a sitting position. The lingering, stuffy heat in the study greeted me as I panted for breath.

Only after my senses returned did I notice the sensual atmosphere that still hadn’t faded. And that the desk where I had been toyed with by the master was in disarray, exactly as much as I had struggled.

“Ughh…”

I buried my hot face in my palms and let out a groan.

The master had just been playing with me. It must be a punishment for a robot who dared to have feelings for his master and confessed without knowing his place. But even knowing that, as I recalled the master’s touch, my body began to feel hot again.

It took a long while before I could calm down a little.

I tidied up the messy desk, finished airing out the room, and then quietly came up to the second floor. I tiptoed so that the master in his room wouldn’t notice my presence.

I had safely arrived in front of my room and was carefully placing my hand on the doorknob.

“Didi.”

Flinch.

I was trying to sneak into my room when the master’s voice came from the opposite direction. I looked to the side and saw the master leaning against the wall, staring at me.

Was he waiting for me to come up? My eyes darted around quickly.

“Where are you going?”

“To my room…”

“You used to come in and out of my room every day. Are you saying we should use separate rooms now?”

“……”

It was true that I had slept in the master’s room every day, so I had nothing to say. When I couldn’t open my mouth for a long time, the master beckoned to me.

“Come here.”

“Yes…”

Unable to object, I headed to the master’s room.

The master got into bed with me. It seemed he had no intention of working before sleeping like he usually did today.

Was it because what happened in the study still hadn’t faded from my mind? Lying in the same bed with the master felt strange. I tried to sleep by sticking as close to the edge as possible, but the master wrapped his arms around me from behind.

“Ma-Master…?”

“……”

Master, is he really planning to sleep like this? I was at a loss. The edge was right in front of me, so there was no more space to move. If I moved forward, I would fall right off the bed, and if I moved back, I would be pressed against the master’s body. In this can’t-do-either situation, there was something else to worry about.

The master’s hand was resting on my lower abdomen. If it went just a little lower… I became extremely tense, afraid that the master’s hand might suddenly move downward.

As time passed, the master’s breathing became regular. Deep, even breaths. He had probably fallen asleep.

Now I could finally try to sleep myself, so I closed my eyes… but the subtle warmth I felt on my lower abdomen kept bothering me.

In the end, I couldn’t sleep a wink, as the memory of the master’s touch kept replaying in my mind.