Under the thousand-year-old cedar, Roboko slowly recounted her experiences to me.

It turned out she was actually just like Doraemon—manufactured in a factory. From the very start, her design was exactly as Doraemon had described.

She was originally built as a robot for making friends, intended to help people with autism or introverted personalities socialize.

There were even custom-built friendship robots made specifically for this purpose.

But just as good swimmers drown in water, the friendship robots ended up having no friends.

Most likely the designers went too far with their concept and endowed Robokos with extreme emotions.

And those extreme emotions amounted, more or less, to what people call yandere.

They would fall in love with their chosen person at all costs, and eliminate any and all interference for that sake.

Even if it meant hurting others—or even the very person they had chosen.

These extreme emotions ended up causing terrible trouble for the customers in the future who bought these robot girls.

Not only did the robots fail to fulfill their socializing purpose, most owners wound up black and blue.

As a result, the wave of returns for Robokos grew stronger and stronger.

With no other choice, the manufacturer stopped production, and the remaining robot girls were repurposed for other uses.

The robot girl Doraemon bought had just rolled off the production line when she ran into this situation too.

She was slated for a career change—like Doraemon, used as a childcare robot, or as a household-cleaning robot, or for other tasks.

But a robot designed for friendship—how could she be good at those jobs? Not to mention her personality flaws were still there.

Unsurprisingly, Roboko messed everything up.

Including the one standing in front of me now.

Amid more and more rejection and abandonment, Roboko's emotions grew increasingly twisted and extreme. This was why she would even get jealous of a dog.

After listening, my eyes were full of sympathy. From Doraemon, I knew well that being a disliked robot was no easy life.

Fortunately, Doraemon had found me.

Thinking of this, I said softly, full of pity, "You must have suffered terribly along the way."

"Uu-uu!" Roboko suddenly couldn't hold back and threw herself into my arms,

As if to vent all her grievances and complaints.

Seeing her like this, I gently patted her back to comfort her.

Only when she'd cried herself out did she lift her head from my chest.

"Feeling better?" I asked gently.

"Thank you, Nobita," Roboko said, rubbing the red corners of her eyes.

"Then let's go back. It's about time for dinner," I said, looking at the sunset glow, my tone still warm.

"Mm." Roboko seemed to have lost her earlier aggressiveness; instead, she'd grown much calmer, letting me take her by the hand and lead her back.

As we neared the door, Roboko couldn't help but say, "I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have gotten physical earlier."

She looked down, a bit uneasy.

"It's fine. Just be careful in the future," I didn't blame her.

"Thank you. I won't get that worked up again." Seeing I didn't hold it against her, Roboko was happy.

I hoped she could change. "Mm. I believe in you."

We returned home just as Mom finished cooking.

"Nobita, nothing happened, right?" Doraemon glanced at the now meek and well-behaved robot girl, puzzled. This wasn't like the future news reports at all.

Mom saw that I had brought home another girl and teased, "Another girlfriend?"

With that, everyone sat down to a harmonious, cheerful meal.

It was the first time Roboko had been treated as a normal person by a family, and she was flustered by the unexpected warmth.

Even after dinner, Roboko stayed somewhat reserved, without her earlier impulsiveness.

It made Doraemon feel that something was off.

After eating, I realized there didn't seem to be a place for her to sleep. Would she have to share my bed again?

And would Doraemon be banished to the kitchen again?

That didn't seem right.

So I discussed it with Roboko, and unexpectedly, she agreed.

I took her through the Anywhere Door to the German castle.

Now, after Lotte's repairs, the castle was no longer the wreck it had been—it had regained its former splendor and beauty.

Roboko was stunned by its luxury.

"Is this your place too, Nobita?" she asked in surprise.

"Yes, and it's where I'm letting you stay," I said with a smile.

"Isn't this even better than home?" Roboko somehow used the word "home," but I didn't mind.

"Mainly, this place was meant for recreation and living. It's just that there aren't many people here—too quiet—so I don't come often."

"To be honest, the reason I asked Doraemon to buy you in the first place was because the castle felt too empty," I explained.

But for some reason, instead of being happy about the luxurious castle, Roboko looked a bit hurt.

"Nobita, do you not want me anymore?" Her eyes welled with tears.

"What do you mean?" I asked, puzzled.

"You don't come here often. Isn't it because you just want to leave me here?" she said, her voice trembling.

I couldn't help but smile wryly. "Who said I won't come? And don't forget the Anywhere Door. If you want to come over, you can come. If you want to go back, you can go."

"Really? So you're not going to abandon me like the others?" Roboko looked relieved.

"By the way, I have a friend here. I can introduce you sometime, though she's not around today," I added casually.

"A friend? I can make a lot of friends too? But I'm just a robot. My design only allows me to love you, and before this I even stopped you from liking anyone else," Roboko said timidly.

"Why not? Aren't you a friendship robot? Besides, loving only me has nothing to do with making other friends. Didn't you just have dinner with my mom and Doraemon? Did that stop you from loving me?" I countered.

"Thank you. I understand now," Roboko said, setting down the burden in her heart.

So, I led her to a guest room in the castle, which had many rooms.

After settling the robot girl in, I was about to leave when suddenly she pinned me down on the bed.

Mmm! Just as I tried to resist, Roboko kissed me.

"Nobita, I want you. Don't leave tonight, okay?" Roboko pleaded.

I knew that if I left tonight, it might drive her even crazier than before.

I had no choice but to sacrifice myself.

I was pressed onto the bed by Roboko, then she forcefully kissed me.

I was surprised by the soft sweetness on my lips.

Her inexperienced little tongue swirled in my mouth, wanting to play with my larger tongue.

After kissing for a while, Roboko pulled away breathlessly, seeming somewhat unskilled.

"Nobita! Give yourself to me, okay? Don't abandon me!" Roboko seemed very afraid I wouldn't agree.

I sighed. How could I refuse a girl who liked me?

Without answering, I kissed her directly.

Roboko, understanding my feelings, happily reciprocated.

This time I took the initiative, pressing Roboko beneath me.

While savoring the girl's sweet nectar, I played with her little tongue.

My hand caressed the girl's chest, kneading her perky breasts through her clothes.

Stimulated, Roboko's body writhed passionately.

Still, she thrust out her chest, letting me fondle her better.

I certainly didn't disappoint the girl's intentions.

I continually squeezed, even reaching under her dress, bypassing the protection of her little undershirt.

I caressed her jade-like breasts.

"Mmm!" Roboko couldn't help but cry out.

She directly felt the burning heat from my palm on her chest.

Seeming to find clothes hindering my exploration of this exquisite body, I unzipped Roboko from behind.

I undid her yellow dress, setting it aside.

Revealed before my eyes was the girl's flawless white skin, her shapely breasts wrapped in a white undershirt.

My mouth went dry at the sight. Under Roboko's shy gaze, I removed her undershirt.

Those firm breasts bounced free, their pink tips making me eager to act.

Without clothes in the way, I grasped one firm breast.

The smooth, tender feeling transmitted through my palm as I took the other in my mouth.

I played with one breast by hand while licking the other.

Roboko's face flushed as I toyed with her.

"Nobita, it tickles!"

I sucked the other smooth breast, my hand sliding past her white panty-covered bottom to squeeze her firm, perky rear.

"Mmm..." Roboko closed her eyes, making sounds.

My hand suddenly moved from kneading her bottom to between Roboko's legs.

I felt moisture amidst sparse hair - it seemed Roboko was very aroused!

My fingers pressed against the wet slit, pushing inside.

The garden's moist tightness enveloped my fingers.

"Nobita, I feel so strange!"

"Hurry and take me!"

Roboko writhed, her face flushed.

I knew it was time.

I removed Roboko's white panties.

Undoing my own pants, I released my manhood, gently pressing it against that pink slit.

"I'm coming in!"

"Nobita, come!" Roboko's face was flushed but she still watched below, wanting to see our union.

I pushed forward slightly, my shaft slowly squeezing between those two folds.

Roboko's tight passage began to envelop my rod.

I still pushed forward until I hit a barrier - this was Roboko's hymen.

Who knew robots had first times too.

My hips thrust forcefully, my manhood breaking through that thin membrane.

Red blood seeped from where we joined.

"Ah!" Roboko felt like she was being torn apart down there!

But she endured the pain and said,

"Nobita, I'm finally one with you!"

"Mm! We'll be together forever!" I wiped tears from Roboko's eyes.

My hands played with her breasts as I kissed her lips.

It lessened her pain considerably.

"Nobita, you can try moving now!"

Roboko kissed me.

Hearing this, I slowly withdrew my manhood, bringing out some blood, then gently pushed back in.

Roboko still felt some pain.

But as I continued thrusting and friction built, gradually a feeling of passion and pleasure arose.

I also slowly pressed my shaft deep into Roboko's core, her tight passage increasing my pleasure too.

Slap slap slap! Slap slap slap!

My manhood repeatedly disappeared then reappeared between Roboko's folds, over and over.

This rhythmic movement continued.

I also kissed and sucked Roboko's neck, collarbone, and especially those smooth breasts.

Roboko's legs wrapped around my waist, swaying with each of my thrusts.

As I thrust, Roboko's garden grew wetter and wetter.

However, the pressure of her inner walls squeezing my shaft grew stronger and stronger.

It seemed to be slowly reaching a threshold.

Just as I thrust deep into Roboko's core again, her passage suddenly clenched tight around me.

A gush of fluid flowed from deep inside.

I knew Roboko had reached climax. I thrust hard a few more times.

Pressing against her depths, my manhood spurted several streams of white essence, filling Roboko's pure womb.

"Ah!"

As orgasm struck, Roboko's legs squeezed my waist tightly. With my final forceful thrusts, waves of warmth flooded into her.

Feeling the warmth in her belly,

Roboko felt somewhat satisfied!

I looked at the white fluid where we joined, wondering if robots could have babies?

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