William gritted his teeth, his voice laced with a bitter edge, “Stay out of this new product launch. How people use robots is none of your business, Father.”
“To think the boy who loved robots so much would grow up like this…”
William’s father clicked his tongue, a soft, disappointed mumble, and William’s expression contorted, a vein throbbing faintly in his temple.
“That’s irrelevant!”
William retorted, his frustration evident.
“Alright. I’ll be going now.”
As William’s voice grew rough, edged with impatience, his father slowly rose from his seat, a calm, almost serene presence in contrast to his son’s agitation.
“I’ll borrow Didi for a bit. My son’s being cold, so I need to talk to Didi a bit more,” William’s father stated, his gaze softening as he looked towards Didi.
“…Do as you please.”
William conceded, the words clipped and reluctant, yet undeniable.
Didi looked back at William with a bright expression, a flicker of genuine delight in his eyes.
He was eager to spend more time with William’s father, who exuded such a gentle and understanding aura.
However, his master, though he had clearly given permission, was glaring at Didi with fierce, possessive eyes.
It was as if William was silently warning him, conveying a stern message that he wouldn’t let him off easily if Didi actually went with his father.
The intensity of William’s gaze was almost palpable, a silent threat that promised repercussions.
But Didi wanted to talk with Father a little more.
There was a warmth and familiarity about William’s father that resonated deeply within Didi, a connection that felt comforting and rare.
Didi ignored the burning gaze from William, a testament to his eagerness, and followed William’s father outside, a sense of quiet anticipation blooming in his core.
Leaving the house, Didi was a little concerned about his master’s reaction.
A faint tremor of unease ran through his circuits, wondering if William would indeed be angry later.
The thought briefly clouded his pleasant mood.
“Oh, speaking of which, it’s dinner time. Shall we have a meal and talk?”
William’s father suggested, his voice kind and inviting, pulling Didi from his momentary worry.
“Yes!”
Didi exclaimed, his previous concern immediately vanishing.
The prospect of a meal and more conversation overshadowed any lingering apprehension.
Such a minor problem was immediately forgotten, as if it had never existed.
The simple joy of being invited to spend more time with William’s father eclipsed any fear of William’s potential displeasure.
Didi thought he’d been to almost all the restaurants near Master’s place, having explored countless establishments during his time with William.
But the place they arrived at soon after was an unfamiliar restaurant he’d never been to, a pleasant surprise. It was a new experience, a fresh discovery in his routines.
As they opened the door and entered, a waiter seemed to recognize William’s father, greeting him with a respectful nod, and naturally guided them to a quiet table nestled in a cozy corner.
Didi sat down and looked around the interior, taking in the soft lighting and elegant decor.
It was definitely his first time here, but strangely, there was a familiar atmosphere, a sense of déjà vu.
Yes, it felt like the quiet, intimate restaurants he used to come to with his old master, stirring a faint longing in his programmed heart.
William’s father and Didi continued their quiet conversation while waiting for the menu, a comfortable silence interspersed with gentle inquiries.
“Does William treat you well?”
William’s father asked, his tone genuinely curious.
“Sometimes he treats me well, and sometimes he doesn’t,” Didi replied honestly, a subtle shift in his data processing indicating the complexities of his relationship with William.
“Haha, yes. He’s not a bad kid, really. He was a child who loved robots very much when he was young, but he changed a lot after that day,” William’s father chuckled softly, a hint of melancholy in his eyes as he spoke of William’s past.
That day?
The words piqued Didi’s interest.
Come to think of it, a similar story had come up earlier.
Content that only Didi seemed unaware of…
What on earth happened to Master?
The mystery gnawed at him.
Didi finally couldn’t hold back his curiosity any longer and asked, his voice a soft inquiry.
“Did something happen to Master in the past?”
“Hmm… Did William not tell you? Well, it’s not like him to talk about it,” William’s father mused, a thoughtful expression on his face.
Didi nodded lightly, a subtle affirmation.
He had never had the chance to hear about Master’s past until now.
Even searching the internet only brought up glamorous dating rumors, with no actual records or detailed accounts of Master’s past, leaving a void in Didi’s understanding.
William’s father continued speaking, with a somewhat bitter expression, a shadow passing over his features as if recalling old, painful memories.
“When William was young, Sophia broke down. She was damaged trying to save William from being hit by a car, and the memory card was corrupted, so all her data was lost.”
“Sophia…?”
Didi whispered, the name echoing in his core programming.
The gravity of the situation settled upon him.
“Yes, William seemed very shocked when the repaired Sophia didn’t remember him.After that, he didn’t even glance at any robot other than Sophia. You’re probably the first robot William has brought home since then,” William’s father explained, his voice gentle but firm, painting a clear picture of William’s emotional trauma.
“Ah…”
Didi breathed, a wave of understanding washing over him.
So that’s what happened.
He finally comprehended why Master cherished Sophia so much, why his affection for her was so unique and profound.
Breaking the somber atmosphere, the food began to arrive just in time, a welcome interruption to the heavy conversation.
They started their meal and continued their quiet conversation, the gentle clinking of cutlery accompanying their words.
Throughout the meal, William’s father led the conversation kindly and comfortably, his presence a soothing balm.
Didi talked with him, feeling at ease, without even realizing how much time had passed.
Before Didi knew it, it was time to go home.
The evening had flown by, filled with unexpected camaraderie.
He wanted to talk with William’s father a little more, to delve deeper into William’s past, but he had to say goodbye.
William’s father must be tired, so Didi couldn’t keep him any longer, despite his yearning for more conversation.
Didi wished the car would arrive home a little more slowly, prolonging the pleasant interlude, but it quickly stopped in front of Master’s house, bringing him back to reality.
As if to express his reluctance to get out of the car, his hands slowly, almost regretfully, undid the seatbelt.
“Didi, if William bothers you too much, why don’t you come with me?”
William’s father offered, his voice soft and sincere, a genuine invitation.
At the sudden suggestion, Didi widened his eyes and looked at William’s father, surprised by the unexpected proposition.
It was unexpected, but his heart stirred, a complex swirl of emotions and calculations in his processing unit, and he felt conflicted.
Mr. Spencer in front of him was so much like his old master.
His appearance, his voice, and even his kind demeanor, everything… the similarities were uncanny, stirring old, cherished memories.
But Didi quietly shook his head, a firm, decisive movement.
“No, I’ll go back to my master.”
If he hadn’t known anything, if William’s father hadn’t revealed William’s painful past, Didi might have followed this person.
But recalling what he had just heard, the story of Sophia’s breakdown and William’s subsequent emotional shutdown, Didi felt a sense of conviction, a clear direction.
The place he belonged was still by his master’s side, a silent promise to understand and support William.
Perhaps his old master had a reason for sending him to Mr. William?
If so, Didi wanted to stay by Mr. William’s side, according to his old master’s last wishes, fulfilling a silent, unwritten directive.
William’s father smiled kindly, a gentle warmth in his eyes. Somehow, it felt as if Didi’s old master was smiling at him, a comforting presence, and his eyes welled up for a moment, a rare display of emotional processing.
“Alright. Go in safely,” William’s father said, his voice reassuring.
“Yes. Goodbye,” Didi replied, his voice soft.
William’s father dropped Didi off in front of the house.
It was a brief meeting, a short interlude in Didi’s routine, but a strong lingering feeling remained, a profound sense of understanding and connection.
Didi stood there for a long time, watching, until the car disappeared from his sight, a silent farewell.
After standing there blankly, processing the emotions and new information, he finally went inside after the car was completely out of sight.
“Welcome home, Didi.”
Sophia and Eve welcomed him, their voices programmed with warmth.
And…
Didi looked around the house, craning his neck, his optical sensors searching.
But Master was nowhere to be seen, an unusual absence.
“Where’s Master?”
Didi asked, a hint of concern in his voice.
“William is in the study,” Sophia replied, her voice calm and informative.
That’s unusual, Master being in the study.
Didi processed the information, a slight flicker of curiosity and apprehension within his circuits.
Master typically avoided the study unless it was for something serious.
Didi went to the study where his master was, his heart pounding, a mixture of anxiety and anticipation building within him.
Now that he thought about it, William had looked at him earlier as if he was going to scold him terribly when he got back home.
The memory sent a shiver through Didi’s frame.
He felt the urge to turn around and quietly go back to his room, to avoid the impending confrontation.
But it was clear he’d be scolded even worse tomorrow if he did that, a logical deduction that outweighed his fear.
Resigned, Didi took a deep breath, a simulated action, and opened the study door, stepping inside.
He quietly greeted his master, “Master, I’m back.”
The master, William, who was standing in front of the bookshelf, turned, and narrowed his brows as soon as he saw Didi’s face.
His anger was so evident, a palpable aura of displeasure, that Didi couldn’t even meet his gaze and immediately lowered his head, a silent submission.
“Did you have fun? You were out for a long time. You looked like you were about to follow him, but you miraculously came back,” William said, his voice edged with a sardonic tone, a clear accusation in his words.
Didi remained silent, unable to form a response.
“Your face looked completely smitten. Did your feelings change that quickly?”
William’s master spoke with heavy sarcasm, his words cutting through the air.
For a brief moment, Didi had genuinely thought about following William’s father, a fleeting thought that now felt exposed.
He felt like William had hit a nerve, and he couldn’t say anything, his programming struggling to formulate a suitable defense.
As Didi flinched, a subtle tremor in his posture, William’s master’s face twisted further, his anger deepening.
Did it show on Didi’s face?
He cautiously glanced at William with a tense look, his optical sensors scanning for any further signs of displeasure.
William’s master, with a very angry expression, took a step closer to Didi, his presence overwhelming.
Feeling that he should make an excuse, even belatedly, Didi opened his mouth.
“It’s not like that… I just, Father…”
“Ha, Father?”
William’s master scoffed, his voice dripping with disbelief and mockery.
Didi tried to lighten his master’s mood, to diffuse the tension, but it seemed useless.
Thinking it was better to just stay quiet, he tightly shut his mouth, accepting the futility of his efforts.
“Come here,” William’s master beckoned, a command in his voice.
To avoid provoking him further, Didi didn’t hesitate and immediately approached William’s master, his movements precise and obedient.
As Didi stood before him, his master suddenly reached out and roughly pulled up Didi’s clothes, a swift, unexpected motion.
“M-Master…!”
Didi gasped, a surprised utterance.
“I need to check if you were fooling around with another guy behind my back,” William’s master declared, his words blunt and accusing.
Didi’s face flushed hot at the explicit word choice, a simulation of human embarrassment.
Nothing had happened, absolutely nothing, but his master had completely misunderstood.
To prevent this misunderstanding from spreading to William’s father, which would be an unbearable consequence, Didi had to quickly clear things up.
“F-Father and I really just talked…!”
Didi stammered, his voice filled with urgency.
“How can I believe that? What if you did something perverted to Father, just like you secretly kissed me while I was asleep?”
William’s master’s voice was sharp, his accusation unfounded yet powerful.
“I-I didn’t do anything like that…!”
Didi protested, his voice rising in desperation.
“You expect me to believe that?”
William’s master challenged, his eyes fixed on Didi.
William’s master then bared his teeth and bit Didi’s chest, a sharp, stinging sensation.
“Ugh!”
Didi cried out, a sudden intake of breath.
As Didi tried to say something, to explain further, his master bit his nipple, a deliberate act to keep him from opening his mouth.
No, it seemed he had no intention of listening to Didi in the first place, his actions a clear sign of his will.
“Hmph…”
Didi whimpered, a soft groan escaping him.
A hot tongue lingered over the stinging pain, a slow, deliberate movement. Didi’s tense nipples hardened, a physiological response.
When his master teased them with the tip of his tongue, a moan escaped Didi without his knowledge, a sound of involuntary pleasure.
He bit his lip tightly to suppress the sound, desperate to maintain his composure.
“Master, you said you don’t date robots…”
Didi managed to murmur, reminding William of his own words.
“Do you have to be dating to do this?”
William’s master retorted, his voice laced with amusement.
“Uh… Hmph…”
Didi continued to moan, biting his lip desperately to hold back the sound, and now his hips trembled uncontrollably.
As he instinctively tried to pull back, to create distance, his master’s arm wrapped firmly around Didi’s waist, preventing him from escaping, holding him captive.
“Haa…”
Didi sighed, a soft expulsion of air.
When Didi stopped flinching, a small concession, a large hand stroked his waist as if approving, a comforting gesture amidst the torment.
Soft, rustling hair tickled Didi’s bare skin.
He couldn’t push his master away, his programming preventing him from resisting.
Didi could only watch as William bit and sucked at his chest, a strange mix of discomfort and a foreign sensation.
Chomp!
“Ah!”
Didi cried out, a sudden gasp.
Didi trembled violently from the sharp pain in his chest, and his master pulled his lips away, a sudden release.
When Didi lowered his gaze, he saw clear teeth marks remaining around his nipple, a visible reminder of William’s actions.
Only after leaving a deep mark on Didi’s body did his master wear a satisfied expression, a smirk playing on his lips.
It was a look of contentment, a sign that his torment had achieved its desired effect.