Now, she wanted my pants too.
"W-Wait!" The woman jolted upright, nearly knocking over her chair. Her hands clutched the hem of her shirt as if that alone would shield her from the absurdity of the situation. "What do you an, pants as well?"
The researcher, who had been the driving force behind this entire ordeal, t her wide-eyed stare with a calm expression. "I an, it wouldn't exactly be a full-body examination if his pants were still on, would it? He wouldn't be able to expose everything with fabric in the way."
"T-That ans… the underwear too?" she stamred, her voice breaking slightly.
"Well, yes. I wouldn't be able to conduct a proper analysis if there was anything left covering him, now, would I?"
"But underwear is…" Her fingers trembled as they gripped the edge of her coat.
"You're the calst person I've ever t, yet you're afraid of seeing a man's privates?" the researcher arched a brow at her reaction.
Her lips parted slightly before she spoke in a whisper, as if admitting sothing shaful. "This… This would be my first ti seeing one. I an, I've never even seen a naked man before…"
"Neither have I." The researcher remained utterly composed. "The only ones I've ever seen were the male automatas we created. But aside from that, I have no real knowledge of what a human penis actually looks like." She tilted her head, her analytical gaze flickering with sothing unreadable. "Not that I'm personally curious. I simply need to determine whether his body holds any key components to portal creation. If he is from another world, then his anatomy could provide invaluable insight. Which is why…"
She suddenly knelt before , her delicate fingers reaching for the buckle of my belt.
"W-Wait, wait, wait!" The other woman practically leaped back, her face flushing a deep shade of red. "I'm not ready for this!"
"I didn't take you for soone so innocent." The researcher shot her a knowing smirk. "I assud you would have… gotten your hands on at least one or two officers by now. But I guess that ans you're still a virgin, huh?"
"W-What are you even saying?!" she spluttered, her body stiff with embarrassnt. "And don't just assu I'm a virgin because of that! I an—do you even have any experience yourself?"
The researcher simply shrugged. "I do. Well… not exactly with another human. Or an automata, for that matter." Her smirk deepened. "But I've put my fingers in there before. That counts, right?"
That just sounded like masturbation, but at this point, I wasn't even surprised anymore.
I let out a slow exhale and pinched the bridge of my nose. "I'll do it myself." I reached down, gently pulling her hands away from my belt.
"Oh, okay. That helps." She withdrew, watching intently.
With practiced ease, I unbuckled my belt, the tal clasp clicking softly in the heavy silence. I slid it out of the loops and set it aside before grasping the waistband of my pants.
I didn't lower them imdiately. Instead, I lifted my gaze, watching the woman before . Her breath hitched, her fingers curling into tight fists. Though she tried to look away, her eyes kept flickering back—stealing glances, as if curiosity had overpowered her hesitance.
Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, I lowered my pants.
Along with my underwear.
The mont the fabric slid past my hips, my cock sprang free, unfettered by any constraint. And it was already throbbing, hard and eager, as if the atmosphere itself demanded it.
I wasn't the type to get off on being watched. Exhibitionism wasn't my thing. But for so reason, my body responded to the air thick with tension, as if sothing primal had awakened.
And then—
Slap!
A sudden gasp filled the room as my cock smacked against the researcher's face, its sheer weight leaving a lingering heat against her cheek.
"Ah!"
Her breath hitched, her eyes widening in astonishnt. The other woman looked utterly mortified, frozen in place as she stared at —no, at it.
"W-What is that?" she whispered, almost in disbelief.
The researcher, however, was unfazed. If anything, she looked fascinated.
"Oh… What a magnificent specin." She leaned in closer, her gaze studying every detail with ticulous precision. "It's even larger than the models we designed for the automatas…" Her fingers twitched slightly as if resisting the urge to touch.
She inhaled softly.
"The scent… the size… everything about it is intriguing." A slow, almost hypnotized smile spread across her lips. "Even the models we used as references for our automatas weren't quite like this. Yours is much bigger. Is it because you're from another world?"
Her breathing beca uneven.
"For so reason… the scent is making feel strange."
Then, she suddenly reached out her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, as if drawn to by an unseen force. But before she could make contact, the other woman jerked forward, grabbing her wrist with an alard expression.
"W-What exactly are you doing?! Didn't you say you only wanted to observe?"
The researcher barely acknowledged her, her body leaning closer, her breath quickening. A strange hunger burned in her gaze as her nose hovered re inches from the swollen head of my cock.
"Haa… Haa… It slls… It slls really good…"
I stiffened. I had no idea if she was genuinely interested in analyzing my body or if she was monts away from giving a blowjob. Either way, this was spiraling out of control.
"Alright." She exhaled, her voice quivering slightly. Then, as if shaking off the trance, her expression shifted into sothing sharper, more focused. "I might be able to deduce sothing from this."
Her tone had changed, but the thick, lingering heat in the air hadn't faded.
She took a deep breath, her eyes scanning over my body with renewed intent.
"I have to say… You must be incredibly powerful to possess a physique like this. Not even the most battle-hardened veteran could achieve such flawless muscularity."
Her voice was rich with sothing that wasn't just scientific curiosity—it was admiration, fascination… and sothing deeper, more primal.
"A-Are you actually observing him," the other woman stamred, "or are you just gawking at him like that?"
The researcher finally turned her gaze away from —just enough to smirk at the flustered woman.
"I'm observing, of course." Her voice was steady, but her lips curled in amusent. "But I am also gawking. I an, it is my first ti seeing sothing like this. I'm sure you feel the sa, don't you?"
The other woman's face turned an even deeper shade of red, her hands twitching as if she wanted to deny it but couldn't find the words.
I wasn't sure whether the researcher was simply being brutally honest or if she was just a pervert masquerading as a scientist. Either way, the tension in the room was undeniable.
Then, without hesitation, she reached out and placed her palm against my chest.
A soft gasp escaped her lips.
"Wow…" Her fingers traced along my pecs, her touch featherlight but lingering. "It's so hard. I would've believed you if you told your body was made of tal."
Her hands slid lower, gliding over the chiseled ridges of my abs.
"And your abdominal muscles…" Her breath hitched slightly. "They're… incredible." Her voice grew softer, almost husky. "Honestly, just touching them is making feel… hot."
"T-This isn't observation anymore, is it?" the other woman asked weakly, shifting uneasily.
But the researcher wasn't listening.
Her fingers road, her breathing turning shallow, her body subtly pressing closer. The flush on her cheeks deepened, and I could feel the heat radiating off her skin.
The air had beco thick—charged with an unmistakable tension, heavy with sothing far beyond re scientific curiosity.
Then, as if suddenly jolted back to reality, the researcher blinked rapidly and withdrew her hand as if burned.
Clearing her throat, she took a step back.
"Well," she muttered, her voice a touch unsteady. "I suppose that concludes the observation." She turned on her heel abruptly. "I'm feeling quite sleepy now, so I'll be heading to my room."
She didn't sound sleepy in the slightest.
The other woman blinked at her in bewildernt, as if trying to comprehend what had just happened.
Without another word, the researcher walked off, disappearing into her room.
I exhaled slowly, shaking my head.
Fortunately, this apartnt was large enough to accommodate all of us. A high-end, modern unit with four spacious bedrooms—it was expensive, but it had everything we needed.
Then, just as I was about to reach for my clothes, Anne stepped out of the kitchen, her voice smooth and composed.
"Master, the food is ready."
She paused as soon as she saw —naked, standing in the middle of the room.
Her head tilted slightly, her artificial eyes scanning with precision. Then, in a voice that was both matter-of-fact and subtly suggestive, she asked—
"Are you about to take a bath, Master? Or… Are you planning to have service you in a sexual manner?"
Automatas were designed for both practical and intimate functions. Seeing bare, Anne naturally assud I intended to use her.
"No," I replied smoothly. "Don't worry about it. I was just about to put my clothes back on—they were getting too hot."
Anne blinked, processing my words.
"Is that so?" she mused. Then, after another quick scan, she stated, "Well, if you require assistance, I am more than capable of helping you."
Her eyes flickered, and a faint hum resonated from her core as she analyzed further.
"Honestly, Master, I can see your desire ter is at maximum," she added. "You haven't had any kind of release, have you?"
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