CHAPTER 1055: CHAPTER 162 - THE MAID ROBOT STARTS TO FEEL LUST (4)

A hot, wet friction wrapped around me like a glove—like something alive, something intentionally crafted just to swallow me whole. The moment the tip slid past her entrance, everything around me seemed to slow down, like the air thickened and my body got dragged into a different atmosphere. The heat clung to me instantly, wrapping around every ridge, every vein, every twitch as if her insides had memorized my shape before I even finished pushing in.

I kept sinking deeper, and the world around me shrank into this one narrow, pulsing corridor of tight heat and the almost shaky rhythm of our breathing mixing together. Every inch of depth I claimed was met by that warm, soft, practically clinging flesh that kept welcoming me in, pulling me deeper as if she wanted to mold herself around me. Each tiny movement—just an inch—sent a small explosion through my pelvis, like sparks crackling up my nerves and straight into my spine.

The first thrust was slow, careful, almost like I was trying to map out the inside of her body with my cock. It was exploratory—me pushing, her receiving—and by the time I reached the hilt, pressing myself completely to the base, the sensation folded in on itself and turned into something almost reverent. Like my brain went from "holy shit this feels good" to "holy shit this feels unreal" and then immediately back to "holy shit this is too much."

She felt insanely good. Not "good" in that casual, throwaway sense—but "good" in the sense of something designed to ruin a man and make him forget every logical thought he ever had. Her pussy felt like real, reacting flesh—warm, soft, and wet enough that it coated me instantly, but tight enough that every throb sent another wave of pleasure rolling up my back. The tightness and warmth made me draw a sharp breath I didn’t even mean to take. It was actually dangerous how good she felt—dangerous enough that the pleasure crawled up my spine like electricity and slammed into my brain with this heavy, dripping wave of dopamine that made everything inside my skull buzz.

It felt like I was being locked inside a world made entirely of pleasure, with my dick sitting at the dead center of it like some kind of throne.

Anne’s expression shifted into something that looked like pain—or something close enough that I couldn’t ignore it. For a second I wondered if this was part of her programming too. Maybe she was designed to mimic that expression—like she’d just been deflowered—so the owner could feel that extra hit of "first-time" fantasy. Honestly, it made sense. The engineers who made her were probably perverts themselves.

Even knowing all of that, I still couldn’t help but ask.

"Does it hurt, Anne?"

"No problem, please continue," she said without hesitation. "Thank you for your concern."

Her tone was soft but steady, like she really meant it, and that was enough permission for my mind and body to sync back into what I was doing. I pulled my cock out, slow enough to feel every inch glide against her tight walls. The moment I started pulling away, I felt how slick and lubricated everything was—her wetness coating me so much that her pussy tightened sharply around me, like it was trying to trap me inside.

But I pulled all the way out, just to slam myself back in.

"Mmmm... nghh, aaah...~! Ah, ahhh... nnn..."

Her moans weren’t loud—they were trembling, breathy, the kind that vibrated in her throat before spilling out of her lips. Her pussy was so warm, and every time I pushed in, she clenched around me harder—as if her body was responding automatically. The heat, the tightness—it all blended into this thick, overwhelming pleasure that made my stomach coil tightly.

"I am glad... that I am able to... make you feel good properly, Master...~" she managed to say between moans, each word escaping with a breathy quiver.

She was expressionless not long before this—almost doll-like. But now, her face twisted into something melting, like pleasure was softening every part of her expression and dripping down into something beautifully ruined. Her lips parted, her cheeks flushed, her eyes losing focus—it all made her look like she was finally, genuinely feeling something.

My breathing got heavier, almost ragged. Her pussy felt too damn good. It gripped me, squeezed me, pulsed around me in a rhythm that made it impossible to stop my hips from moving. Pleasure like this didn’t give you a choice. Your body simply moved on instinct.

It was natural. Anyone feeling this kind of pleasure wouldn’t stop. A person would always chase more of it—and that’s exactly what I was doing, letting my hips move faster, harder, grinding myself into the heat that kept sucking me in.

"Ahh, ah... M-Master... Are you about to cum?" she asked softly.

She must’ve sensed it—maybe through internal sensors tracking my breathing, my pulse, the pressure inside her tightening. Her eyes fixed on me, waiting.

I nodded.

"I’m going to cum, Anne!" I said, my teeth gritting so hard it felt like they’d crack under the pressure.

I grabbed her tits while I thrust into her, squeezing them like they were made just for my hands.

"Yes, cum... Cum, Master...!!!" she moaned, her voice trembling like she was short-circuiting.

Her breasts were firm and perfect, bouncing back every time I squeezed. They filled my palms completely—warm, soft, with just the right amount of resistance. Feeling them bounce, feeling how they responded to my grip, pushed me even closer to the edge.

Then my mind snapped.

The pleasure built up into something violently intense, something irreversible. There was no stopping it this time.

I came—hard. My cum shot out of me in thick pulses, filling her womb until I felt the pressure inside her tighten even more.

"Hnghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~! AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

She orgasmed too. The tightness around my cock was unreal—like she was trying to squeeze every drop of sperm out of me and drain me dry.

"Haa... haaa..." she panted, her chest rising and falling quickly.

My own breathing was heavy, uneven, like I’d sprinted a mile. My legs felt like they’d turned into jelly, as if the orgasm melted the strength out of them. Everything felt light, floaty, like the world had tilted under me.

I slowly pulled my cock out of her, watching as the thick, white glob of semen immediately spilled from her pussy. It trickled down her thighs and onto the sheets in a slow, sticky stream.

"Haa... You let out so much inside... What will you do if I get pregnant?" she asked, still breathing hard.

"Is that part of your settings as well?" I asked.

"Yes. I don’t actually get pregnant. That is just me saying what is programmed into me," she replied honestly.

Well, yeah. I would’ve been shocked as hell if she actually could get pregnant. Though honestly... I wouldn’t mind if she somehow did. In fact, part of me wanted it. I wanted all my women to bear my child—each one of them. That was part of my idea of conquering the world as well. If I had children across the world, then my presence would span across it too. So if I could somehow make Anne pregnant someday, that would be perfect.

Even if it sounded impossible right now, it was still a dream I wanted to explore. I needed to ask Zoey and Chloe later since they were the ones who understood robots the most.

For the moment, though, I was just happy that Anne was still in my arms.

"Master, it seems your arousal level is still high. Do you want to relieve it inside me again?" she asked quietly.

Honestly, with her offering herself like that, why would I complain?

She shifted onto all fours, presenting her ass to me. Her perfectly shaped ass looked like it was carved from something divine, soft and smooth like marshmallows under the touch.

I positioned myself behind her, aimed my cock at her pussy—still dripping with my cum—and slowly pushed myself back inside her warmth once again.