Andrew took a deep breath. He leaned back in his chair, and made an effort to lower his eyebrows and close his gaping mouth. He took a sip of his drink, swirling it around before swallowing. After a prolonged pause, he finally spoke.

“OK,” he said in a slow, measured tone. “What exactly do you mean when you say, you’re a robot?”

Selena chewed her lip, looking a little worried. To be fair to her, she had warned him that what she had to say would sound strange, and would confuse him. She’d been right. A thousand thoughts were racing through his mind, and he was trying his hardest not to show any of them on his face. The girl he’d been dating for the past month - this amazing, bubbly, witty, empathetic girl, who just happened to be a total knockout and also a colossal nerd - was a robot? What did that even mean?!

Was this some kind of roleplay? No, she would have at least implied that beforehand. Although Andrew did sometimes miss conversational cues... But no, there was no hint that she was playing around here - she seemed deadly serious.

This was their fifth date, for which he’d taken her for a meal at a nice restaurant. (Not the one where they worked - even he had more common sense than that.) At a natural break in their easy, casual conversation, both of them having finished their meals, Selena had remarked that she was keen to see where their relationship was going - to take it to the next level. He was equally keen, if not more - although they’d flirted more and more outrageously as their relationship progressed (or rather Selena had, as Andrew wasn’t really that bold), and they’d ended the last two dates with some very passionate making out and groping, they hadn’t progressed to actual sex yet. But, she’d said, she couldn’t go any further without telling him something very important about herself. A secret that almost no-one else knew. Whatever he’d imagined she might say, he definitely hadn’t anticipated this.

Was it some kind of delusion? Did she have some kind of mental illness that made her believe she was a robot? What kind of support could he give her if that were the case?

Or - he felt stupid even thinking it - was it possible that... what she said was true? Could she really be... a robot? No. No, that was ridiculous. Even Andrew knew that was ridiculous.

All this raced through his brain within the few seconds after he spoke. He made an effort to stop his mental speculation and concentrate on what she had to say.

“Well, uh...” She laughed nervously. “It’s kind of a long story.”

He shrugged, trying to give her an encouraging smile. “I’ve got nowhere else to be! And I think it’s fair to say you have my full attention.”

She chuckled again, taking a sip of her own drink. “OK. So, for as long as I can remember - since I was a kid - I’ve been fascinated with robots. Androids, specifically. How they move, how they speak, how they think... The way they look human - the way they can mimic human behaviour, and even fool people into thinking they are human - but they’re not, they’re machines.” A shiver seemed to go through her, a faraway look in her eyes. “I couldn’t stop thinking about them. I was obsessed. And in my teen years, when I had my sexual awakening...” She blushed, lowering her voice to the extent that Andrew had to lean across the table a little in order to hear her. “Well, I guess it kinda evolved into a fetish.”

“Ri-ight.” He gulped and lowered his gaze, embarrassed by the way his voice had broken and gone high-pitched halfway through the word. She giggled fondly, knowing that mentioning such scandalous topics had thrown him off balance. He’d admitted to her that he didn’t have a lot of sexual experience and was pretty bashful, which she seemed to find adorable - she often teased him about it, although he knew she wasn’t judging him.

“Anyway,” she continued, still smiling, “this one thing I watched one time really got to me. I have no idea what film or TV show it was, I just happened to catch it on TV one day. It was about this woman who seemed like a normal person, who everyone knew as a normal person - but it turned out she was an android, living among them, posing as a human perfectly. Even she didn’t know what she really was. That just... stuck in my brain. She was walking around, living her life, acting like a person, but she wasn’t one. Under the surface, she was a robot.

“I wanted that. I wanted to be her. I wanted to be a machine, a piece of technology, disguised as a human. And I spent so long trying to figure out a way to make it a reality - or, at least, as close as I can get.”

“So - just to be totally clear - you’re not really an android?” Andrew asked, smiling awkwardly to signify how absurd he found the idea.

She returned the smile. “Not physically, no. My body is 100% human.” Raising her hand to her head, she tapped her temple with her index finger. “But up here, I’m a robot. And I don’t mean I had my brain scooped out and replaced with a computer,” she joked.

He chuckled. “So, what do you mean? How exactly does someone make themself into a robot?”

“Well, I did it through years and years of hypnotic conditioning,” she said matter-of-factly, though with a wry grin. “I don’t know how much you know about hypnosis, but it can have a pretty powerful effect on your psyche - especially if you subject yourself to it over and over again, over a long long period of time. I did a lot of research, spoke to people online, and then wrote and recorded this hypnotic induction and played it to myself. Turns out, I’m a pretty fantastic subject! I got myself super deep into trance the first try. After that, it was a simple matter of writing and recording more inductions, tailored to start to alter myself mentally into exactly what I envisioned...”

“A robot.”

“A robot,” she nodded, her grin widening. “An automaton, that goes out in public behaving as a person, running a personality simulation, and then returns home and reverts to a machine, devoid of human thoughts and feelings. That’s exactly what I wanted, and that’s what I hypnotised myself to be.”

“It’s that simple?”

“Well, no. It took a long time. It’s one thing hypnotising yourself to think you’re a robot, and feel like a robot, for a few minutes, or even an hour, at a time. It’s another thing to completely, permanently alter your mental processes to the point where you feel like a robot all the time. It took years to effectively brainwash myself to that point, and even now I need to a refresher induction every few days to maintain the conditioning.” She gave a bubbly giggle. “I call it ‘installing updates’, like with a regular computer.”

Andrew shook his head in astonishment. It was incredibly difficult to picture Selena as an emotionless android when she giggled like that. She was so full of life, so animated... “So... you’re with us, at the restaurant, and you’re being your wonderful effervescent self...” She smiled graciously at the praise. “And then you go home and turn into a robot...”

“It’s more like, I’m always the robot. But when I’m with you - when I’m with people - I’m impersonating a human being. Right now, while I’m running Program:Selena, I’m all happy and friendly and full of energy. I’m effervescent,” she added, winking at him, and he chuckled. “But under the surface, under all these emotions, the robot - S3-L3N4 - is still there. It’s responsible for all this.” She gestured carelessly at herself. “It’s running in the background, co-ordinating my every action and reaction. When I get home, it deactivates me and goes back to being S3. At this point, S3 is who I really am. Program:Selena is a disguise. Or, for you, I guess I’m more like an interface - a way for S3 to explain what it is, in terms a human would understand more easily.”

Andrew nodded slowly, digesting this. “And so, what are you like when you’re... S3?”

She hesitated, seemingly considering the question. Her gaze lowered to the table, her cheeks blushing prettily. “I could show you,” she said at last, in a quiet, brittle tone. It seemed to have taken a lot of courage for her to make the proposition.

He swallowed, trembling a little with anticipation. “OK.”

***

The subway ride back to her apartment felt like it took an eternity. There was little talking between the two of them during the trip, just a handful of nervous smiles. There hadn’t been this much tension since their first date.

Andrew felt a little guilty - he was wondering if he could’ve behaved a little more understanding at the restaurant. As strange as the whole concept was, he understood that Selena was sharing a part of herself she never showed to anybody. She was being vulnerable, and he thought he could have made a greater effort to put her at ease. As the train neared their stop, he took her hand and gave it a squeeze, shooting her a reassuring smile at the same time. She returned it gratefully, seeming to relax a little.

He finally spoke up as they made their way through the dark Manhattan streets to her apartment building, still holding hands. “I’m sorry if I didn’t react the way you’d hoped. When you told me, I mean.”

She shrugged. “It’s OK. You were taken aback, I get that. I’d be stupid to expect you to just be totally understanding and accepting right away...”

“Well, I want to be,” he assured her. “Yeah, it’s weird - I’m not gonna pretend otherwise. But I get how important it is to you, and I see how brave you were to tell me. I’m not freaked out, and I’m not going anywhere because of it. I want to learn all about S3, and what it’s like for you to be a robot.”

Selena looked deeply moved. “Thank you,” she whispered, pulling closer to him as they continued to walk. “I... I’m so glad you said that.” She paused. “You know why I’m sharing it with you, right? I don’t share this with anyone.”

He grinned, letting go of her hand so he could put his arm around her shoulders. “Oh, yeah. I get it, and I’m really happy about it. I’m so glad I’m so important to you that you’d tell me all this.”

“You are.” She leaned into the cuddle, practically burrowing into his jacket. Her smile turned a little mischievous. “And also, like I said - this is my lifestyle, the way I’ve chosen to exist in the world... but it’s my kink, too. Being a robot is so tranquil - I just follow my programming, not really needing to worry about anything, and not being bothered by much. It’s a wonderful way to live. But on top of that, living among humans, acting like a person, but knowing I’m not one, that I’m just pretending to be one...” He felt a tremor go through her, and saw smouldering lust in her eyes. “It’s fuckin’ hot, man! And I want to share that with you, too.”

Her hand wandered up his leg, caressing along his thigh, nearing his crotch - close enough that her fingers momentarily brushed against his hard-on through his pants. He gulped. “You mean...”

“Oh, yeah.” She licked her lips. “I’ve always wanted to find a User - someone to command me, the real me, and make use of all my functions and capabilities. S3’s given you User privileges already, so once my personality’s deactivated, you can give me orders, and I’ll serve and obey you.”

“A-anything I want?”

“Pretty much. I mean, S3 can refuse to obey certain instructions for its own safety - but you have a lot of scope, trust me. There isn’t a lot it won’t do.”

He breathed deeply, his gaze focused on the street ahead, absorbing the implications of what Selena had said. He was strongly aware of her head on his shoulder, her eyes fixed on his face, examining the nuances of his expression.

“So,” he said slowly, “you’re telling me that once we get up to your apartment, you’ll revert to a mindless robot for me to... to, um...”

“Command, and grope, and fuck,” she finished, grinning lustfully. “Does that sound like something you’d enjoy?”

“You know, I think I might,” he deadpanned.

***

“So, you turn back as soon as you’re inside?” Andrew asked, as Selena led the way through the corridor to her apartment.

“Usually, yeah, I revert to S3 as soon as the front door’s shut. But that’s when I don’t have company. This time, I’ll wait a couple of minutes until we’re both fully inside.”

Sure enough, once they entered and closed the door, she remained as lively and expressive as ever. Hanging up her coat and gesturing for him to do the same on a spare wall hook, she led him to the living room. “OK,” she said decisively, coming to a halt at a spot in the middle of the carpet and inhaling deeply. “I’m gonna do it now.” She smiled at him. “Ready?”

“I feel like I should be asking you that,” he chuckled nervously, moving to stand directly in front of her. “You’re the one switching your personality off.”

“Well I’m used to it, you’re not,” she pointed out lightly.

“Fair point.” He nodded, trying to appear more confident than he felt. His mouth was very dry - it kept suddenly going dry that evening. “OK. Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Good. Me too!” she giggled. “Alright, here goes.”

He half-expected her to count down, or snap her fingers, or at least close her eyes. Instead she merely fixed her eyes forwards and slightly down, appearing to focus on a spot on his chest, still wearing a small smile of eager expectation. But in less than two seconds, the smile faded, her mouth and faced relaxed, and her eyes dimmed. She was still staring in his direction, but didn’t seem to be really seeing him any more. Her posture went unnaturally straight, standing taller and more rigidly than he’d ever seen her - or anyone else, for that matter.

“Personality deactivated,” she said, and Andrew inhaled sharply at the utter tonelessness of her words. He’d never heard her voice so empty of feeling or character. He’d never seen her face so blank and expressionless. She truly didn’t seem human any longer. She - it - was no longer Selena, but S3, the mindless automaton.

After a few more seconds of vacant staring, S3 suddenly looked up at him. He immediately noticed how smoothly mechanical its movements were, just from the way it repositioned its head and moved its eyes to meet his. “User identified,” it droned. “Service mode activated. Welcome, User:Andrew. Please grant permission for this unit to change into its nanosuit.”

He gawped at it. Its voice was absolutely devoid of warmth. It hadn’t changed key or pitch, wavered, or hesitated. That’s a distinct lack of effervescence, he thought wryly. And its pattern of speech... It spoke exactly how he’d expect an android - the kind who might act as a general assistant on the flight deck of a spaceship, or as the personal household servant of a family in a technologically-advanced futuristic society - to speak. Factual, clinical, inhuman. Like a computer or a gadget - like Siri or Alexa. Certainly not like Selena Barnwell, the girl he knew and had been falling for.

“Please grant permission for this unit to change into its nanosuit,” it repeated.

Blinking, he belatedly registered what the hypnotised robot-girl had said. A nanosuit? Well, it couldn’t be real nanotech, any more than S3 was a real android - it must be part of the... the scenario. And it wanted his permission to put this ‘nanosuit’ on. Because he was its User. User:Andrew. Right.

“Uh, sh-sure. G-go ahead.” He couldn’t help stammering a little, his maelstrom of emotions slightly bringing back the stutter he’d largely got over in speech therapy as a pre-adolescent.

“Confirmed.” Without hesitation, it reached behind its back and unzipped its black dress, and then brought each hand to the opposite shoulder, pinched the thin shoulder straps between finger and thumb, and slipped them down its arms. Every movement of its arms and fingers were fluid and graceful, while the rest of its body remained static. It never broke eye contact with Andrew, continuing to stare at his face even as his own gaze was drawn away by the sight of its lacy black underwear, revealed by the dress dropping to the floor.

Swallowing hard, he glanced back up at S3’s face, in time to see it blink slowly, its eyelids moving just as deliberately and mechanically as its arms. It was bizarre to watch, as if its blink was being played at half-speed. His fixation on this was interrupted by its arms moving behind its back again, and seconds later it was allowing its bra to fall onto the crumpled heap on the floor that was its discarded dress. That drew his attention pretty firmly to its chest.

He was staring at Selena’s boobs. S3’s boobs. Whatever. He’d never got a chance to see her/its boobs before. He’d felt them through her clothes, during the intense makeout sessions that had concluded their third date and taken up a substantial part of the fourth, but neither of them had been ready then to show each other any of their intimate parts, or sneak hands under clothes to touch them. He’d be lying if he claimed he hadn’t been imagining them, though. Mental pictures of Selena’s nude body hadn’t been far from his thoughts for some time, particularly when he was actually around her - or at night, alone in his bed.

Now, at last, he knew what it looked like - almost. The picture was complete moments later when S3, still standing fully upright and staring straight at him, tucked its thumbs under its panties and tugged them down, exposing its bare, glistening mound. Selena clearly wasn’t lying about finding being a robot hot. With the tiny part of his brain that wasn’t bellowing NAKED SELENA NAKED SELENA, Andrew idly wondered whether S3 felt arousal or not, and what, if anything, it felt instead. Did it notice the wetness of its pussy? Did it get any kind of satisfaction from it? Or was it just a fact of the universe that it registered with the same cool detachment as everything else?

Before he could give any real thought to what to say or do next, S3 turned on the spot and walked out of the living room. Doing a surprised double-take, Andrew dithered for a moment, unsure whether he should follow. It returned before he could decide, carrying an armful of shiny blue material, which it unfurled into a jumpsuit.

“W-wait,” he blurted, as S3 began to lower the outfit towards the floor. It froze in place, both hands holding the suit by the shoulders. “I just, uh... I just wanna look at you for a sec, before you put that on. Is that... do you mind?”

“Negative,” it replied flatly. “This unit is here for User:Andrew’s enjoyment. Please reinstate permission for this unit to change into its nanosuit when ready.”

“O-OK, sure.” He began circling around the android, his eyes roving over its bare flesh. Coming to a halt behind it, he found his gaze magnetised to its rear, drinking in the sight of its smooth skin and its cute little butt crack. “Can - can I touch you?” he asked hoarsely, his voice failing him for a moment from sheer apprehensive excitement.

“Affirmative.”

“An-any... anywhere?”

“Affirmative.”

Clearing his throat, Andrew stepped towards and around S3, facing it from side-on. Reaching down with one hand, he ran his palm over its butt cheek, and then applied the slightest pressure with his fingertips, squeezing it gently. As he did so, his eyes flicked back and forth between its ass and its face. It didn’t react at all to his groping, continuing to stare blankly ahead, lips slightly parted, occasionally giving more slow owlish blinks, the ‘nanosuit’ still dangling from its pinching fingers. He caressed again, moving his hand a little more central, his fingertips teasing close to its crack. Still, absolutely no reaction.

Why is that so fucking hot...?!

Realising he wasn’t going to last much longer if he kept groping S3 (or if it remained naked in front of him), he pulled his hand away and took a few steps back, breathing deeply, trying to regain a measure of control over his boner as it strained against his pants. “You - you can put that on now,” he stammered.

“Confirmed.”

S3 lowered the nanosuit until it was able to step into it, one foot after the other, and then pulled it up its legs and torso. The cobalt fabric concealed more and more of the automaton’s body, and yet Andrew remained just as aroused as before, perhaps because the jumpsuit clung to S3 like a second skin, gorgeously accentuating its curves. Although indistinct, its intimate regions were still pretty visible through the material, particularly its hard nipples. Pulling the suit’s zipper up to the top of its neck, the robot lowered its arms to its sides and stood at attention, still and straight.

“This unit is ready to serve User:Andrew,” it declared. “Would User:Andrew like to set preferences?”

Andrew hazily registered the question as his eyes and hands wandered across its shiny blue body, caressing the soft layer covering its shoulder and back. “Wh-what d’you mean, what preferences?”

“User:Andrew can decide the terms by which he would prefer this unit to address him,” S3 explained with clinical patience. “Additionally, User:Andrew can select terms by which to address this unit.”

Andrew thought it over as he fondled its right boob, still unable to stop gazing at its exquisitely impassive face. “Um... Well, I like how you call me User:Andrew,” he ruminated, blushing. “But... you don’t have to say it every time. Like, when you said to me, ‘User:Andrew can decide how to address him’ - you can just say, ‘you can decide how to address you’. Understand?”

“Affirmative.” After a pause, it continued, “Confirmed. This unit will retain your designation as User:Andrew, but has adjusted its speech patterns to address you in the second person.”

“Great. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, User:Andrew.”

It was so strange, talking to the entity that he knew as Selena while it stared off into the distance. He wondered if he’d get used to it over time. He hoped he’d get the chance to. He reminded himself that however engulfed its mind was in the illusion of being a robot, it - she - was still a human being. He had to make sure he didn’t cross any of her boundaries - he didn’t want to fuck this up and lose her. And he’d never forgive himself if he hurt her.

“Would you like to set any other preferences?”

Dragged out of his anxious musings, he considered again, circling round S3 again to admire its posterior in the nanosuit. “You said I could decide what I call you, right?”

“Affirmative.”

“What’s - uh - what’s your full name? You told me back at the restaurant, but I can’t remember the whole thing...”

“This unit is designated S3-L3N4, or ‘S3’ for short.”

Right. S3-L3N4 - just ‘Selena’ with the vowels changed. Easy enough to remember, you dope, he chided himself.

“However, User:Andrew can select an additional nickname or nicknames for this unit if he so chooses,” S3 continued. “Examples include ‘robot’, ‘Selena-bot’ and ‘fembot’.”

“Huh.” He considered the options, all of which had their charms. ‘Fembot’ was a particularly appealing term. But the android had only given them as examples - he could come up with something else if he wanted to. The only trouble was deciding what to use...

“Can I just keep calling you ‘S3’ for now? Is it OK if I pick something later?”

“Affirmative. You can update and add to your preferences at any time.”

He exhaled loudly. “OK, great. Yeah, let’s leave that for now.”

“Confirmed.”

Andrew shook his head and smiled, astounded. It really was remarkable, how completely Selena had sank into the scenario and lost herself to this robotic persona. He waved a hand in front of its eyes, marvelling at the lack of reaction - they remained fixed ahead, not even blinking. Impulsively, he put his hand over the lower half its face and gently pressed his fingertips into the corners of its mouth. Even as he squished its lips out of shape, it didn’t move a muscle, seeming completely uninterested in what he was doing to it. “Is this OK?” he murmured.

“Aff-rr-mh-t’ve,” it answered through its distorted mouth.

Chuckling, he released its face and reached around to fondle its butt again. An insatiable urge gripped him all of a sudden, and the next thing he knew he was drawing his hand back a little and then bringing it down sharply. He was rewarded with a satisfying smack sound, and the sight of a ripple going through its soft left cheek.

He gulped. “I’m sorry! I didn’t - I don’t know what - I didn’t mean to do that...”

“You need not apologise, User:Andrew,” S3 reassured him. “This unit is here for your enjoyment. Additionally, this unit does not feel pain, although it is capable of registering damage to its components. You can strike this unit, provided you do not damage it.”

He breathed deeply, trying to calm himself, although his heart was still racing - and his hard-on was still raging. He’d never dared to slap or spank a lover before, although he’d often thought about it. He’d been worried his few previous girlfriends wouldn’t have responded well to it. But S3’s utter unflappability had emboldened him, and its noncommittally permissive reaction was making him still more daring. He wanted to touch S3. He wanted to feel it all over, to help himself to handfuls of its jumpsuit-covered flesh. He was already doing so, groping its tits and ass, rubbing his crotch against its hip like a dog in heat... And even now, it still didn’t react at all. Even when he pinched its nipple in another moment of arousal-fuelled madness, it remained utterly inanimate and inexpressive.

“Fuck me,” he groaned out of sheer astonishment.

“This unit requires more specific instructions before it can comply,” S3 intoned.

Realising what it meant, he suppressed a laugh. The robot’s literal interpretation of his rhetorical exclamation amused him enough to grant him a measure of restraint, and he took a step back, though he couldn’t bring himself to stop fondling its polyester-clad body. “What can I - how should - how do you want to do it?”

“This unit has no preference. It is here to fulfil your desires, User:Andrew.”

“So I can - I can do... I can f-fuck you however I like?”

“Affirmative. This unit’s vagina, mouth and anus are available for your use.”

Andrew nearly came just from hearing that. “OK... um... can you - are you able to take off the... the nanosuit?”

“Affirmative.”

“You don’t, like, need to keep it on? I kinda got the impression it was important,” he mumbled, studying the jumpsuit in closer detail.

“The nanotechnology administered by the suit enables this unit to operate at peak efficiency, but is not essential for functionality. It can be removed if you wish.”

“Ah, I gotcha.” Curious, he reached between its legs and rubbed his fingertips over its pussy. It didn’t really show through the material, but he could feel very obvious moisture. It was a relief to know that although S3 didn’t seem capable of feeling arousal, on a subconscious level it was finding this at least as hot as he was. “OK, take it off please, S3,” he said at length, reluctantly withdrawing his hand.

“Confirmed.” S3 unzipped the nanosuit, the folds falling away to expose its tits. As it slid the costume down its body, Andrew seized its left tit and began to massage it eagerly. Once it had taken the suit off, the android folded it in half at the waist and laid it down on the nearby couch.

Taking a deep breath, Andrew said, “S3, let’s go to bed.”

“Confirmed.” Turning on the spot, it walked smoothly away. This time, Andrew followed.

Entering its bedroom, it came to a halt at the foot of its bed, facing in the opposite direction, and waited patiently for him to catch up. It made eye contact as he faced it, asking, “Do you wish this unit to engage its sexual programming?”

He couldn’t help grinning. “Yes. Yes please, very much.”

“Confirmed. Please be advised, this unit can modify its technique to suit your needs and desires at any time.” With that, S3 reached up and planted both hands on his shoulders, its fingertips brushing the nape of his neck, and pulled him close. He let out a small yelp as their lips met, but his surprise quickly dissipated as they made out. His hands found their way to its waist, and then one crept round to its butt, squeezing it tenderly.

Losing its personality had done nothing to diminish S3’s skills at kissing - it was able to convey the same passion and enthusiasm as Selena, despite supposedly not feeling any such emotions itself. He understood this to be part of its sexual programming, compelling it to act as though it was enjoying this as much as its human persona. One obvious contrast with Selena soon presented itself - unhindered by her nerves, S3 was clearly more bold. He felt its hand slide down his torso, and then deftly unbutton the front of his pants and slip inside, finding his throbbing cock.

Gasping for air between kisses, he moved the hand that had been groping its butt to grip the back of its thigh, raising its leg, which it hooked around his waist. Pulling it even closer, its head coming to rest on his shoulder, he pushed into its wet cunt, the lubrication it provided easing his dick’s passage inside. “Ohhh, fuck,” he sighed as its warm crevice enveloped him, and he began to thrust keenly. To his surprise S3 started to moan, its lustful cries loud in his ear. Either this is part of the sexual programming, he thought dimly, or it can’t keep up the robot act when it’s fucking. Either way, mmmm...

Wrapping his other arm around its back, he carefully lowered it onto the duvet, going down with it so he ended up lying on top of it. His cock slipped out during the descent, but he slotted it back in once they were both in position on the bed, staring down at its face as they continued to fuck. It maintained eye contact with him, but there was no light, no awareness, no comprehension in those eyes. It was still moaning softly, breathing heavily, and there was a sheen of perspiration on its forehead, but otherwise it remained as expressionless and indifferent as ever. It was like fucking a blow-up doll.

A living, breathing blow-up doll.

This thought tipped him over the edge, and he let out a low groan as he felt himself spurt inside his android lover, gazing into its emotionless eyes.