He Took Me As s*x Droid

Chapter 3

This was my first time being this close to a man, and the sensation was surreal.

Mr. Vittori moved like a man who knew exactly what he was doing that the pleasure he stirred in me quickly overcame my shame. I couldn't help but want to moan.

Though I couldn't see his face, I could feel that he was enjoying having his way with me.

Just as I tried to stop overthinking and simply enjoy the moment, he looked up with a wicked grin.

"This area is so realistic! And such sweet nectar," he remarked. "This shop really lives up to its reputation. I heard the shop owner's youngest daughter is an exquisite beauty, and all you synthoids are modeled after her..."

I had heard plenty of such rumors before, but hearing them now made me inexplicably nervous.

With him saying that, I was even less likely to tell him that I was the very shop owner's daughter he was talking about.

I blushed and looked away, unable to meet his gaze, which only seemed to excite him more.

He gripped my chin and praised me, "I have to admit, those cute little faces you make are adorable. The design is perfect. Exactly what I wanted."

As he started unbuckling his belt, I saw a prominent bulge in his underwear. Was that really a normal size for a man? It was huge! I couldn't imagine what I would do with something that size in front of me, and my heart jumped into my throat.

Just then, the bell above the shop door chimed. Mom hadn't said anyone else was coming today; Mr. Vittori was the only order scheduled.

I started to get up, but Mr. Vittori pressed me back down. He quickly pulled up his pants and calmly moved to block the person entering.

"Hello, can I help you?" Mr. Vittori asked the visitor.

"I heard you take custom synthoid orders, and I wanted to inquire," the visitor replied; he was clearly a first-timer.

"The owner is out today. Come back tomorrow," Mr. Vittori dismissed him briskly.

"But... could I just take a quick look inside?"

The tall Mr. Vittori blocked the visitor completely, refusing to let him in. "There's nothing to see. All the synthoids in the shop have been sold; there's no inventory."

The customer was thus chased away. Shortly after, I heard the door click shut. Mr. Vittori had locked up the shop. He then turned on another set of lights, and the store brightened instantly.

Whether it was the sound of Mr. Vittori's approaching footsteps or the glare of the lights, I started to feel hot all over, an indescribable, feverish heat that made me feel uncomfortable and increasingly thirsty.