She pulled back, giving me a surprised look, though her eyes were warm.“Bro Signal?You don’t seem the type.”
“What’s the type?”
She thought for a moment. “Remember that bloke from the gym?”
I nodded grimly. “I gathered hisBScomments and sent them to his company’s HR.” I betrayed another secret.
Sera covered her mouth with her hand. “No! You’re kidding! Oh my God, but he deserved it. Slimy type. Were they awful?”
“He said women shouldn’t be allowed to vote, because their men’s sperm reprograms their brains.”
She laughed, shaking her head, then sighed. “Okay, I have a secret, too. I wrote a few articles for them, back when I was fresh out of college and only a freelancer. They paid well, and I had to eat.”
I ran a search, already knowing I wouldn’t find her name anywhere in the portal. She gave me a conspiratorial smile. “I wrote asGirl in Red.”
This search turned up a few articles, one of them bookmarked as my Holy Grail.Five Sex God Archetypes to Make Her Brain Melt.The top one was the Caretaker, and I tried it the first time I made her come, intending to cycle through all of them until I found the best fit, only that one seemed to stick. I told her, and she laughed, pressing closer.
“Try to be whoever you want next time,” she said, stroking my arm. “You don’t have to do what a magazine tells you.”
I nodded. “I did today. You liked it. What would you call that archetype?”
She thought for a moment, running her fingers over my armor. I ached inside. It was such a different type of touch, aimless and affectionate, and I wanted more of it. To just be close and touch her. That was enough.
“The Cajoler. It was shockingly hot. We could try that again once my insides shrink back to their normal size.”
“They are the perfect size now.”
“As long as you stay inside.”
I had no intention of leaving. We spent the next two hours talking and then slowly fucking again until Gokiburi sent me a message saying it was safe to come out.
It was time to work, even though all I wanted was to kidnap Sera, lock her up somewhere she couldn’t get out of, and spend the next decade fucking her. She would hate it, of course, so I didn’t.
Sera wanted the weight of guilt off her shoulders, and for that, we had to complete our project.
We worked hard for the next few days, sifting through thousands of robot pieces in search of the right ones. First, we found the leg—with a crushed foot—and then, three right feet that didn’t fit. It made Sera laugh hysterically, screaming at the sky as she berated the fates for sending us so many wrong feet. We found a fitting one the next day.
The arm was a problem. It turned out the early version of the model we were building was prone to violence and famous for its right hook, which often led to the right arm shattering or cracking. We had to build it piece by piece, finding over a dozen right arms, all the worse for wear, and assembling a fully functional one from their parts.
Last was the head. We found the female version first, since this model came in two genders, and Sera approved it.
“I love it when women run wild, and this lady will be a fucking menace,” she declared with a glint in her eye.
I stared, but then, I often stared at Sera. She grew more beautiful every day, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. We spent long hours talking as we searched, and she glowed with happiness, often running over to give me a quick kiss and calling it her smoochy break.
Motori cheered us on, Isamu ignored us, and Gokiburi sent me articles that were supposed to prepare me for when my heart was inevitably broken.
“Not that you have a heart, but you like to delude yourself that you do. I was wrong, little pup. You’re not her owner. You’re a pet pretending to be the same race as your mistress.”
I ignored her and deleted everything she sent me without reading. If Sera broke my heart, no article would help.
I got my chance to repay Gokiburi when Sera found an empty package for a cockroach trap calledGoki-chan, Goodbye!She collapsed laughing until tears streamed down her face, and I sent the picture of our find to Gokiburi.
“I know how to get rid of you, Goki-chan.”
She called me a pup, and I would call her little baby cockroach from now on.Chanwas an honorific used mostly for children or pets. It served her right.
Our days were filled with hard work, but Sera was happy, and her happiness was infectious. She laughed often even when our search turned tedious, and brought an endless supply of enthusiasm to work every day. Every night, she threw off her clothes as soon as the door of our shack closed and climbed me like a tree if she had some stamina left, or asked me to take over when she didn’t. I loved both options. My spank bank grew to an enormous size, and I still didn’t have enough of her.
