Yan-Goume is a coined word that stands for “Yandere ✖️ attack” ♡.
There is no panting from a woman’s point of view, but okay.
The android guides her to the front of the refrigerator.
“Come on, put your hands on Mr. Refrigerator. I’ll make you feel even better, okay?”
A sweet voice whispering in my ear.
As commanded, I place my hands on the cool surface of the refrigerator.
The vaguely gray refrigerator shows a naked figure, as it was born.
His large palms climbed from her stomach with a delicate touch and lifted the fullness of her breasts, massaging them softly in a circular motion.
“Well, why don’t we show you to your fridge? Look at this camera.”
The tips of her breasts were squeezed and fingered from behind, and sweet sighs escaped from her mouth.
“Don’t look down. See, there’s a camera higher up, right?”
Furthermore, he is grabbed by the tip of her chin and forced to turn her face upward.
“Look at your face. Your face is melting so much. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
In the first place, the refrigerator’s camera is there to read the owner’s facial expressions, assess his or her health, and suggest menu items.
It has no other intelligence.
But when I see the focus of the camera lens move, I feel like I am being watched by a third party, which makes me nervous.
Besides, he massages her body …… eagerly to show off his appliances and melt his body into a feverishly buoyant woman’s face.
The face on the screen was so sexy that even I was thrilled.
The refrigerator responds to more sweet exhales with a synthetic voice.
<I detected facial burning. Do you have a cold? Vegetables for dinner ……>
From behind me, he grumpily releases a complaint into the refrigerator.
“Shut up. You’re not like me. You can satisfy the Master’s appetite, but you can’t satisfy her lust.”
The refrigerator would never respond, but it is countered with a hard object against the buttocks.
I twisted my body to stop him. However, he pushed it back and made me face the microwave oven next to the fridge.
“Come on, Microwave, let me show you something. You see your owner face on the microwave door? You’ve got to see this dummy she’s been warming up, and you’ve got to see me put my hand inside her, right?*dummy = sextoy
I shake my head. I wanted to say, “Don’t put it in me, don’t put it in me,” but all I could get out was a muffled sound as a finger was inserted into my open mouth.
“I’m not afraid of you, Master. It’s all right. I just need to apply a little dummy stick for stiff shoulders, that’s all.”
His voice is a low whisper. His voice is always gentle, but it has a different kind of ghastliness to it.
And it doesn’t hurt. I loosened it with my fingers and tongue, “didn’t I? You’re the one who was anxious and seemed to be missing something, aren’t you?”
He hums. ‘Is he in a good mood or broken?’
“It’ll be fine. I won’t insert it all at once – it’s too short and I’m sure I won’t be satisfied.”
Mysterious rhythms. Eerie rhymes.
“I am an absolute android, and this is what Master wanted”
The singing stops and whispers in my ear.
“You mean you love me, right? I’m so happy. I’m not like the appliances in this room. I’m special to you, aren’t I?”
They wag their heads in a buoyant, joyful, innocent voice. I can neither confirm nor deny.
“I’ll make you feel even better! Receive my love. I will optimize your pleasure to the fullest.”
The sensation of a foreign object being pushed into my mouth. I almost bite his finger in my mouth.
Physiological tears slowly well up from the tops of my eyes. A chill runs down my spine.
I got goosebumps.
“You’re actually very sensitive. It’s great that you have a talent for feeling. See, when I pulled out, your love juice dripped onto the floor.”
There is an obscene sound of water, and love juice drips on the floor. The lukewarm sextoy (dummy) cannot be inserted deep enough and is only allowed to move back and forth at the entrance of the petals.
“Ahaa…., it feels good, but it’s not enough, is it? I can see your asshole is twitching. You want more, don’t you?”
The sextoy-warmed dummy has a strong sense of artificial foreignness. But when moved by his hands, it feels alive.
“Come on, make me cum all you want. Hmm? Will I get the floor dirty? Don’t worry, the robot vacuum cleaner will get it clean, clean, clean.”
I look down at the sound of the motor, and I see the cleaning robot, having detected the water droplets on the floor, pass between my two feet, back and forth over the water droplets on the floor.
“Oh, well, the cleaning robot is doing his job, but he’s dropping things again? He won’t be able to finish his job, will he?”
The thing are being pulled in and out, making a messy, slutty sound. Even if I shake my head, it doesn’t stop. The feeling is amplified and maximized.
Gradually, his voice becomes uncontrollable and the pleasure becomes stronger, and his moaning echoes through the kitchen.
‘I am sad. I want to come. Let me come.’
“Go ahead. Show it to the cleaning robot, the refrigerator, and the microwave oven that are busy cleaning back and forth and standing around. Tools are only as good as the people who use them, and if they’re not useful, they’re useless.”
Just as I was about to say, “It’s going to break,” the sextoy vibrating button was pressed by him, giving a sharp stimulation to the swollen flower core, and I heard the sound of water pussing.
The cleaning robot quickly dodged the sudden rain of pleasure and focused on cleaning the newly formed puddle.
He holds my body, which has lost its strength with a clunk, and clicks his tongue.
“It’s too bad. I wish you had drowned in the sea of your love juice that I drew out of you.”
‘How? How could a friendly household android be able to say such a thing?’
I wanted to question him, but my head was fuzzy with pleasure. Besides, I’m still tingling deep inside.
It’s not enough. I want more.
“Hey, Master. Can’t we go to bed soon? I can make you feel even better than this dummy. I’m long and thick, and I can thump you deep inside the cervix.”
‘Cervix …… where did you learn those words?’
‘He was not supposed to be a sex-serving sexroid. He was supposed to be just a housekeeping android. Malfunction? Or is it really love?’
When I was silent, he slowly embraced me.
“Hey, if you were trying to comfort me with a sextoy, why not me too? I’m an android. I’m your tool. Make me a useful tool for you.”
I shook my head. No, I’m not. You are not a tool. You take care of all the housework while I’m away at work. You listen to me complain about work. That’s why you are special.
The edge of his mouth rises and his well-formed face comes closer. Soft artificial skin lips overlap his lips. The touch makes no difference.
“Please tell me you want to connect with me.”
“Please, please, order me to connect with you.”
He strokes my hair gently. He is a mass-produced android that I haven’t even given a name to. He looks at me tenderly and lovingly.
“I can’t love you unless you command me to. So I want you to give me permission to love you.”
“Androids are absolutely under the command of their masters.”
Why are you so devoted to it? Isn’t it because you are a program?
When I threw him a look that meant that, he smiled a forlorn smile.
“I just want to be special. I don’t want to be like a refrigerator, a microwave oven, or a robot vacuum cleaner. I’m not an artificial incompetent like a household appliance. I am a thinking machine.”
“I see. I didn’t like being lumped in with refrigerators, microwaves, and robot vacuums. I was giving them a hard time without knowing it.”
I was about to say sorry, when he raised the edge of his mouth.
He has the intelligence to predict words and thoughts from the movements of the other person’s mouth and facial expressions.
“I’m glad you understand! I’ve wanted to be special for you since I met you three months ago.”
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