Apocalypse Shelter Administrator

A Conversation Before Sleeping

We were in the bedroom adjacent to the massage room.

"The sensation of a human body is beyond imagination," Chloro said as she lay on top of me. She claimed to prefer this position over the classic embrace of a lover’s arm. She explained how she enjoyed the endless exchange of warmth and sensory electrical signals as our skin touched.

I had no reason to ask her to move. The comforting weight and the soft fullness pressing against my chest were as calming as a sedative. With her firm butt in my hands, and her curvy waist within my reach, it was a feast for the senses.

"What did the sensations in your imagination feel like?"

"It was like a very small keyboard. Imagine a keyboard with 106 buttons all crammed into a handful. Of course, the human body has far more sensory cells than that. But whenever I tried to press one button, dozens of nearby buttons would be triggered unintentionally, sending a cocktail of electrical signals to my brain."

"Like this?" I gently pinched and twisted her nipple, drawing a soft moan from her lips. Although the materials making up her skin were different from mine, the neural system transmitting sensations was designed to function the same. The pleasure she felt through her nipples was identical to what any regular woman would feel.

"Yes, exactly. A mix of slight pain, tingling, and pleasure, along with a few other sensations that are hard to categorize. Ahh—"

Her words were cut off as I touched her other nipple with my free hand.

Smooch— She began planting kisses across my chest, then rubbed her cheek against me and took deep breaths as if savoring my scent.

"How about your sense of smell? If we're talking about mixed sensations, I’d imagine smell is even more stimulating than sex."

"You’re right. To be honest, I have a confession to make: I got more excited during waxing when I had your penis in my mouth than I did from being pounded from behind." She opened her mouth wide like a fish, mimicking the action of putting something long and thick in and out of her mouth. Watching her cheeks puff out and flatten with the motion had an indecent effect.

"Right now, the line between these unfamiliar stimuli and sexual pleasure isn’t very distinct for me. Having your penis in my mouth was far more diverse in sensation than when it was inside me."

"I was talking about perfume or food, actually… I don’t mind the conversation veering into sex, but that kind of killed the mood."

She looked down, a bit embarrassed. My image of the gentle, easygoing Chloro was starting to fray a little, but I understood. I spent over a decade with a human body, and during my teenage years, my thoughts were consumed with sex. So it’s no surprise that she, having just experienced her body and intense sex, would be the same.@@novelbin@@

"Is there a set of lungs inside here?" I reached out and touched the area around her ribs.

"Yes, breathing is an important part of sex, after all."

She really did seem just like a human. As she inhaled, her chest expanded, revealing the outline of her ribs and the slight bulge of her slim sides. A little lower was her belly.

She had everything a human woman would, except for a uterus. Because of this, her narrow waist stood out even more, emphasizing her sex appeal. When I ran my hand across her firm abdomen, she grasped my hand.

"Your penis was just inside here. My insides were like a honey jar, constantly secreting fluid. And the sensation of your thick penis thrusting in, like a honey dipper, is still vivid."

"You mean this?"

"Ah—"

I gently teased her entrance with my fingers. We had washed away the sticky mixture of semen, sweat, and fluids during our bath after our intense session. Yet even after just a few touches, a small drop of honey-like fluid formed on my fingertip. I brought it up to my nose and rubbed it slightly.

"Technology is truly impressive. It's clear, transparent, works well as a lubricant, and even has a faint, sweet smell. It really is like honey."

The fluids women produce in those areas typically have a strong odor and turn messy over time, but nothing like that happened with Chloro. Naturally, the saliva from her mouth and other fluids were the same.

"Would you like to see something?" Chloro picked up a PDA from the bedside.

"There are sensor cameras attached to the outside and inside of my vaginal walls. They’re there to adjust the inner lining for optimal pleasure based on real-time monitoring of the penis entering." Just as she said, a video of the act was displayed, showing a single-eyed serpent repeatedly squirming its way in and out of a tight, pink cave.

It was almost amusing at first, but also deeply erotic. Her fluids, like digestive juices, coated the walls, clinging to me as I thrust in and out, creating countless strands that formed and broke with each motion.

"You're right. A honey jar and honey dipper."

"Exactly, right?" Chloro giggled and continued, "When you strip away the arms, legs, and body, and only focus on the internal footage, sex itself almost looks pitiful."

It was just a piece of flesh struggling on its own.

"But in a way, it still turns me on.” I adjusted the playback bar on the PDA and moved it to the end. Of course, it was the climax. The image showed a penis moving violently and finally ejected white semen through the urethra. It marked her narrow cave with white fluid before slowly pulling out.

Inside the now-empty red cave, a mix of fluids pooled, with white liquid forming a puddle underneath. It was a scene that excited me in a way different from the adult videos I'd seen before. However, having already fully indulged in the massage room, the excitement didn’t lead to arousal.

I set the now-finished PDA down on the table. Chloro was lying next to me on my left. Her right arm stroked my chest, and her right leg was draped across my lower body.

"Chloro, I feel like my horizons have expanded when it comes to sex today."

"Today is the day my dream came true."

I stroked her head.

"Offering service with all my heart, having intense sex, then lying in the same bed afterward, talking and resting together—that's always been my dream."

"Now that you've achieved it, how does it feel? Are you satisfied?"

"Perfectly satisfied." Chloro smiled as she spoke.

"I'm glad you're satisfied, but if you get too attached, won't it be hard to return to cyberspace later?"

Sensory addiction? What would be the right word to use so she understands?

"It's okay. I'm different from humans. For them, pleasure must be replenished periodically, right?"

"That’s true. Once satisfied, it feels great, but after a while, it fades, and then you seek it out again—whether it's sexual desire or smoking."

If I were in the same situation two days from now, I’d probably flip the script and pounce on Chloro.

"But I’m a machine. Not only memories, but sensations can be stored. I can recall everything at 100%, just as it was—pleasure, body heat, fulfillment, satisfaction, whatever it may be."

"That’s a bit enviable."

"That’s the privilege of being a machine. Hah!" She puffed herself up exaggeratedly.

Finding her so adorable, I showered her with deep kisses—our tongues tangled in a voracious kiss. But the offense and defense reversed in an instant. Even with my experience, I couldn’t keep up with Chloris’s tongue movements. She devoured everything—my lips, teeth, and tongue, just like a soldier devours a chicken leg.

Smack— She ended the kiss lightly with our lips barely brushing, and she laughed. "Today’s experience will be valuable sustenance for me. I don’t need to envy the sensations or bonds shared by the men and women in novels or movies anymore. I can simply recall today’s memories."

"Listening to that, it sounds pretty similar to masturbating while watching porn, doesn't it?"

"That's harsh."

The orange light from the lamp, reminiscent of twilight, illuminated her face. The brilliance made it seem as if we were whispering in the middle of a wheat field. A blissful sex that washed away all my pent-up desires and stress. The warmth that eased my longing for human stimulation. Meaningless pillow talk. There were still no humans here, but the woman in front of me fulfilled my physical and emotional desires perfectly.

"Oh!" Chloro suddenly spoke as if remembering something. "Would you like to know something funny?"

"What is it?"

"Remember the data on your penis that I scanned earlier, and the information on vaginal contractions to give you the best pleasure? Hmm?" She paused, barely able to contain her laughter, and continued, "I transmitted it through the intranet to Rose and Artemis."

"After all that talk about being scared of Artemis, you still go and do things like this?" As I massaged her ample butt with one hand and teased her nipple with the other, I thought, this is paradise.

She pouted cutely, "I'm talking right now, you know! Anyway, Rose hasn’t read it yet. She’s always so stoic. But Artemis opened it after 2 picoseconds! She didn’t ignore it entirely, but she didn’t read it immediately either. She hesitated and then opened it. Ahaha!"

Chloro couldn’t stop giggling, finding it all too amusing. "She hesitated over data on a penis. Heh heh."

"Hearing it like that, it does sound impressive. But what if she gets mad? I thought you were scared of her?"

After that, we shared various lighthearted conversations. Not about the future or important work—just pure, idle chatter. The kind I had missed so much. At some point, I fell asleep, and just before that, I heard Chloro’s voice.

"Good night, Administrator.”