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The future has brought on many amazing things—one of the main ones being robot brothels.
In these establishments, everything is legal, there is no risk of catching an STD (or feelings), and you get exactly what you’ve paid for. And, most importantly, you can ask for anything. People have no shame in admitting they use the sexual services of robots because there is no shame in it—it’s a need they were created to fulfill, after all. Robots are carefully crafted for different professions nowadays, so why not the world's oldest profession? If scientists can make a robot that teaches better than any teacher out there, why couldn’t they do the same with robots that pleasure people?
Even some women you know have paid for a slot with a robot and had no shame about it. All of them have said the same thing: it’s better. You don’t need to go out on a date with the robot and take him home just to realize it can only give you three minutes of sex before it comes and rolls over in bed, as is the case with some men. You don’t need to teach them anything and waste precious time explaining how human female anatomy works. Robots know, most men don’t.
Robots just get the job done. Of course, they are carefully programmed and taught how to pleasure people, so you can get one for any type of need. If you want them to last long, they will. If you want them to get you off quickly, they will. If you want them to dominate you, they know how to. Whatever you pay for, you’re getting. Whatever kind of sick fantasy you have, a robot will perform it for you. After you’re done, you get to click the reset button and this action deletes the last hour or so (depending on the time slot you paid for) from the robot’s hard drive, erasing its memory with you, which means you leave the establishment satisfied and with a secret you don’t share with anyone.
It’s the reset button that makes it possible for robots not to malfunction. The biggest robot flaw used to be their apathy, which bothered people, especially in professions where they worked with humans. So, scientists figured out ways to make them more human-like, to help them understand emotions better, and emulate them. For this purpose, sex worker robots are almost raised as humans. They learn about feelings and the problems that humans face, so by the time they have to start working, they are much warmer than any other robots and, frankly speaking, most humans.
It’s precisely because of this warmth and attachment to people that the sex robots come with a reset button. People often do bad things to them, play out their sickest and most immoral fantasies on them, and if such memories accumulated, the robots would start malfunctioning and would grow colder. That happened a lot before the functionality was introduced—or so you’ve heard. You wouldn’t know any of this firsthand, but you’re about to find out.
You aren’t a person who ever thought she’d go to one of these establishments, but the world is terribly cold and hostile, and you need a specific service. You can’t exactly ask a man, so you pay for an hour slot with a robot and hope you will get what you paid for. After all, all your friends have, and you’re sure your request can’t be that strange. Can it?
After filling out a thorough questionnaire about what kind of a service you want and what type of physique and features you like in a partner, you get assigned to a gorgeous robot named Changbin. You trust the establishment with the pairing completely—you’ve listed everything you wanted in your partner for the hour, and they picked the robot that suits your needs.
So, when Changbin opens the door and lets you walk inside the clean, dimly-lit room you’ve booked, you feel happy and curious to see whether he will deliver. You’re so nervous you don’t even take a good look at the man as you walk past him.
“Hey, I’m Changbin,” he greets, sounding just like a human does, which shouldn’t be a surprise—they’re just like humans. With that, he offers you his hand to shake, which feels strange considering the circumstances and the type of relationship you two have. But, you’d take a handshake over coldness any day. You shake his hand and introduce yourself, to which he smiles. “Such a nice name… There’s no reason to be nervous, trust me.”
How did he—? You stop in your tracks and look at him questioningly, but then remember that, with his training, Changbin probably has a better understanding of people than you do. “I’m… Sorry. It’s my first time here, it’s nothing personal. I just don’t know what to expect.”
“Mhm,” he hums gently, giving you a nod or two before he smiles so softly you think you will melt on the spot. He’s buff and has big strong arms and very soft eyes and curly hair that makes him seem so innocent. He says your name and makes it sound like the prettiest word in the entire world. “You can trust me. Is it okay if I touch you?”
“Yeah, I—” You want to say you paid for it so he can do whatever he wants, but you bite your tongue. The guy is just trying to make this less awkward, so you have to play along. “It’s alright.” You weren’t thinking he’d want to have sex instantly, but you’re here for a specific experience, after all.
“Good,” Changbin says and reaches for your face, cupping one cheek with his hand. It feels warm, just like a human’s touch would. He pushes a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers grazing your skull as he does so. “I know why you’re here, I’ve read your list. So, you don’t need to explain anything. I know what you want, and I will give it to you. Every single thing you asked for. If it’s easier, we can pretend we’re not… us. I’ll be some guy from your life you want to do this with. Use his name instead of Changbin, pretend I’m him. Does that work better?”
“I…” you gulp, completely smitten by the smirk the man gives you. You’d never really thought about a robot sexually—except that one popular actor robot who looks like a Greek god—but now that he’s here in front of you, dark locks falling over his eyes as he smiles, Changbin is the only man that exists for you.
The thing is, you never really cared about anyone else, which is why you’re here in the first place. Men scare you most of the time, their coldness makes you want to stay single forever, and you never really feel the need to date men. That’s why you asked for warmth here, and they sure delivered. So, you tell him, “Let’s just be us, Changbin. That works better for me.”
He smiles at you and nods slowly, his hand moving from your face down your shoulder and arm until his fingers intertwine with yours. His other hand grabs yours, so you stand there holding hands for a second or two before Changbin leans in and kisses you sweetly. Everything about him is surprisingly gentle, considering he’s big and broad. His lips feel perfect—just like human lips do—and you kiss him back almost hungrily, which makes him chuckle into the kiss. “Want to take things slow or not?”
“Whatever, uh, you— I trust you with this one,” you nod, sounding so confused and lost that he probably pities you, “you definitely know more than I do.”
Changbin winces slightly but then smiles again. “So, you said you wanted oral?”
“On you,” you remind him of the term you’ve listed in the request.
The truth is, you want to make someone else feel good, you really do. The men you’ve had any kind of sexual interaction before weren’t a good match. If you gave them your mouth, you’d just stand there with your mouth open and they’d fuck into it roughly. There was no pleasure from it, no intimacy, no closeness. You hated it. That was the downside of robot brothels as far as women were concerned—they taught men they could do whatever they wanted, treat women like they were toys, and use them to get their rocks off. After all, that’s what men did to robots before deleting their memories.
So, a man who only knew how to use a mouth or any other hole to pump into for a minute or two before he came wasn’t going to change his behavior just because he was seeing a woman and not a robot. Since you missed warmth, you came to the establishment to experience things men like that would never get you to feel.
“Yeah,” you agree with a nod. There is no need to explain, but you do it anyway. “Don’t want it to be rough or hard.”
Changbin hums again, the sound so calming you close your eyes for a second. Meanwhile, his hand moves down to touch yours, gently pulling it towards his crotch. You give in easily, wanting this to start, wanting to get to touch him.
When your palm meets his erection, you are more than surprised at how hard he is. Are robots always hard? Or do they also get aroused and go soft when they are not feeling it? You know they can ejaculate, you’ve heard that much. “We’ll go as slow as you want to, I promise… You get to control everything.”
You squeeze his erection when he says that, wanting Changbin to know how thankful you are for his understanding. It’s unbelievable, but this is the first time a man has ever told you anything like that—and he’s not even a man. The bed is right behind you two, and the robot places his hands on your hips and leads you backward until you have no choice but to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Does that work?” Changbin asks, and you just nod, goosebumps all over your body at the sight of him undoing the knot on his sweatpants and slowly getting out of them. His tight boxers and shirt soon follow, leaving the robot naked and you drooling.
You’ve seen men naked before, but never like this, never so silky smooth, firm all over. Men nowadays don’t even try—why should they when they can find a robot for cheap and get what they need? Changbin was made this way, you know, but he smells perfect and his body seems to radiate heat—a built-in feature, probably. You can’t have sex with someone who’s completely cold against you, it would ruin the mood. So, he seems like the perfect fit in many ways.
Your hands reach for his waist and run up and down his sides, taking everything in, enjoying how real his skin feels. It’s almost like the real thing, except he’s too kind to be human. “You’re very pretty,” he tells you while he uses two fingers to tilt your chin up, make you face him instead of letting you stare at his firm body. “So gentle.”
“You are too,” you tell him through a whisper, unable to stop staring at his big brown eyes that seem to be taking your face in while his thumb glides over your chin. “So… Handsome. But warm?” You don’t just mean his bodily temperature, and you have an inkling Changbin knows that.
“Men usually aren’t warm?” He questions while his other hand moves down to tug at his dick, get it ready for you. That is when you actually look at his crotch and your mouth instantly salivates. He’s big and thick, everything neatly trimmed, tidy, his cock already hard enough. Someone made him perfect from head to toe.
“Not like this,” you say honestly. A man has never been this sweet, and you’ve been here for just a couple of minutes. But, Changbin’s hand has been on your face the entire time, his touch warm and gentle, calming.
“Want to take it for me?” he asks you, his fingers holding your chin, his cock a couple of inches away from your face, his fingers wrapped around it. While talking to you, he’s getting himself off, and something about that makes you want to scream—it’s just so hot. No one takes their time nowadays, and no one lets you watch them play with themselves like this. “Help me get off?”
You practically whine when you tell him yes and nod eagerly, and Changbin smirks at you. If this is all an act, he’s the best actor alive. You open your lips and he leads the tip of his cock to them, gently smacking your bottom lip with his cockhead. “Look so pretty like this,” he tells you in a low tone, one that makes his voice sound deeper. “Makes me want to come all over your gorgeous face.”
When you hear Changbin say that, you open your mouth and start suckling on the tip gently, wanting to take your time. You don’t need him to come right away. In fact, you prefer it this way—taking things slow, just sucking on the tip first for what seems like minutes before even adding tongue and swirling around it, which makes Changbin kick his head back and grunt.
“So good at it too,” he hums, raking one hand through your hair before he grips it. His touch is never too rough, even when he’s pulling your hair. The hairs on your body stand up with excitement when you imagine him touching you this way while fucking you, so you start bobbing your head against his cock a bit faster, taking more of it in, letting his thick cockhead brush against the roof of your mouth with every movement. “Shit!”
Your hand moves down his body to his balls, and you play with them while taking more and more of his cock. You’re not moving too fast, but Changbin doesn’t seem to mind, judging by all the grunting and hissing going on. His other hand is still on your face, gently caressing it. “Such a good tongue, damn…”
You pull away from him, feeling desire pool in the pit of your stomach, your body reacting to his cock even though it’s nowhere near your crotch. “How do you like it, usually?” you question, even if it’s none of your business. You just want to make him feel good.
“It’s good like this,” he lowers his voice and looks down at you, “you’re doing great.”
“But how do you like it? I want to do it that way,” you insist, and he smiles. That’s all you want—to pleasure someone, to have them show you they like what you’re doing, to share a real moment with another person. “Show me.”
Changbin cups your chin from below and it feels like he has your entire jaw in the palm of his hand. With his other hand, he leads his cock to your mouth. “Can I go a bit deeper?”
For a second, you’re afraid they have ruined this amazing man too, that he now only wants to piston into your throat until he comes, that this will be just like everything else.
But, it’s not.
When you nod, Changbin slowly pushes into your mouth, grunting as his underside rubs against your tongue. His tip tickles your throat and he pulls almost all the way out and then repeats the motion. It’s nothing like the jack-hammering you’re used to—it’s slow and sensual, and he seems to be enjoying every second of being in your mouth.
You could sit there for hours and watch Changbin make the hottest faces while he pushes into your mouth. Surprisingly, you’re the one who grabs his hips, who pushes them towards your face, who suddenly wants to take more. It’s because of the way he’s groaning and moaning your name, like he’s actually enjoying your touch, and that’s all you want. “Oh fuck, so good for me,” he coos, kicking his head back before moving his gaze down to stare into your eyes. “Fits in you perfectly.”
You let him enter your throat, looking up into his eyes so you can communicate your disapproval in case it gets too much. But, it’s nowhere near that with Changbin. There are no quick movements, no pounding into your mouth, no violence. He eases his dick into you slowly, grunting when he bottoms out, and then he slowly pulls out and mewls, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “You’re so good at this too,” he tells you, and a part of you has a feeling he says that to everyone. It’s his job. “Make me want to explode right now.”
His strong hands hold onto your face: one is pressed against your throat, fingers pointing down, while the other is caressing your cheek. There’s nothing on his body, save for the bracelet he’s wearing, and you don’t know where to look first. Everything about this man is perfect, so much that you keep forgetting he’s not a man. Changbin pushes into your throat again and grunts. “I like it when I can feel my dick in you,” he informs you, tapping his fingers against your throat, making you realize why he’s holding his hand there. “Are you okay?”
You hum around his cock and go on for a long time, but you’re not getting tired of it, even when your jaw starts hurting. It’s hard to get tired of such a good-looking guy moaning because of you, praising you, enjoying every second of being inside of you. After a while, though, Changbin moans at you, “Can I come?”
You nod and start bobbing your head again, happy to hear he even wants to come—from what you know, robots technically don’t have to come. It’s learned behavior, like him being kind and gentle. Technically, he could go on for hours like this, let you pleasure him forever and not have an orgasm.
“Yeah?” His voice is suddenly raspy, and the sight of him looking down at you with his mouth open just before he hisses makes you clench hard. “Down your throat?”
When you hum again, Changbin gives you a couple of slow, teasing thrusts before he comes exactly where he said he would, his fingers digging into the skin of your cheeks, his voice getting you even wetter. You’re sticking to your underwear already—this is the hottest sexual experience you’ve ever had.
Once he’s given you his cum, the man pulls out of your mouth and immediately sinks to his knees in front of you, bringing your face closer to his so he can kiss you gently, slowly, his tongue rubbing yours. You can’t help but pull him in closer and deepen the kiss.
“Fuck,” he mumbles at you and grabs your dress. You let him get it off of you, you let Changbin get rid of your panties, you let him see you naked. With a chuckle, he grabs you, lifts you, and stands up with you in his arms, naked chests rubbing against each other, the feel of his warm skin on yours sending shivers down your spine. Robots can lift basically anything, so you don’t feel bad about him carrying you like that—it’s like lifting a feather in his world.
“You’re—” he mumbles and then grunts, stopping himself. “I, uh… Do you want to—? Can I touch you?”
“Touch me,” you breathe into his mouth and kiss him, and soon enough, his fingers are inside of you, massaging you just right. It’s unfair how good robots are at sex, how easy it is for them to gauge people for reactions, and figure out what works best. It’s unjust but so fucking good.
You’re not used to any of this, to being in someone’s arms like this, legs wrapped around their waist while they finger you and rub your clit at the same time. The fact that he can hold you with one hand shouldn’t be as surprising considering he’s not human.
Your favorite part about the whole thing is that Changbin is hard—still or again, you’re not sure. “Oh my god,” you stop kissing him and rest your sweaty forehead against his, feeling your entire body short-circuiting because of the way his thumb is playing with your clit. How is it possible to move that fast, it’s almost like a vibrati— You remember that he’s human-made for this exact purpose, that he knows exactly how and where to touch to make women like you blow. “God, Changbin, you— Please, more!”
“Faster? Or harder? Or dick?” Each question sounds terrific because the end result promises more pleasure for you.
“Dick,” you respond, catching yourself by surprise by how needy you sound. Usually, you just want to come, and you don’t care how. Now, you really feel the need to blow while this gorgeous man is inside of you.
Changbin lets go of your crotch and hooks his hands under your bent knees, still holding you up in the air. The strength is more admirable than you thought it would be, but it’s the last thing on your mind when he lets you sink onto his cock and starts moving your entire body. “Fuck yes,” he grunts, kissing you hungrily. “So wet and tight. Fit so well.”
With his hands on your sides, Changbin can easily move you up and down like he’s lifting a toy and not a person. You scream with pleasure when he bottoms out because his shaft rubs right against your g-spot while he stretches you, and you’re almost gone already. “Please, keep going,” you beg, fingers digging into his shoulders. Your body is covered with a layer of sweat, your chests rubbing, making you feel so close to him. “Please, please, I’m so close—”
“I feel it,” he tells you through a grunt and starts moving your body faster. “I know you’re gonna come for me nice and hard, right? Gonna show me how much you liked sucking my dick and having me in your throat, huh? Gonna be good?”
Your eyes roll to the back of your head so you close them and go limp in his hands, let him lift you up and pull you onto his cock, let the hard erection sheath between your walls, let him make you squirt over his lower half. The feeling is the most intense thing you’ve had the satisfaction of feeling in your entire life—like a ball of warmth that’s been building up for years has finally released and let pleasure surge through every cell of your body. “Fuck, Changbin, fuck!” is what you manage to moan before you even realize you’re coming, that there’s cum shooting out of you, that you have squirted all over the robot.
“That’s a good girl, give it to me,” he says with a smirk, clearly enjoying the way you’re twisting and turning in his arms while he keeps pushing you onto his cock and then pulling you up, not stopping until your orgasm passes.
“Fuck, there’s so much of it—” you mumble, entire body twitching, legs unable to hold onto his waist any longer.
“Yeah, you gave me so much,” he says, sounding very proud of it. Changbin continues fucking you through it and doesn’t pull out once you’re done. Instead, he eases you onto his cock and wraps his arms around you gently, sits down on the bed, and then lies down with you on top of him, his hands caressing your hair and back, moving down your body and then starting from the top. It’s relaxing, it makes you want to sleep even if your cunt is pulsating around his still hard cock.
“Did you enjoy it?” you ask once you catch your breath, still on top of him, Changbin’s arms keeping you there. For some reason, that’s all you want to know now.
“That’s what you asked for on your list, right?” he challenges with a smirk. Yes, it was—all you wanted was oral and sex, for it to be warm, and for him to enjoy.
“Oh,” you say, clearing your throat and sitting up, finding yourself right against his crotch again, cock still hard. “I meant…” You shut up for a second, realizing you are overthinking it. “I don’t know what I meant. ”
This is Changbin’s job. He probably doesn’t enjoy fucking random women and giving them precisely what they want time and time again on command. Why would he enjoy this? He’s a robot, but nowadays, they have feelings too. God knows what his actual preferences are and whether he enjoys any of it at all. Does anyone even ask?
“No, no, no…” Changbin sneaks an arm around your waist and sits up so you’re face to face again. Sitting on his lap completely naked feels terrifyingly close but something is keeping you there. Maybe it’s the warmth of… everything—his body, his arms around you, his eyes, his voice. “That’s not what I meant. I did enjoy this a lot. I just thought it was sweet of you to ask for the things you asked for. Not many people care if we enjoy it. In fact, it was a first for me and I had a great time.”
“Good,” you say with a nod, feeling your heart beat louder at his words. He’s just a robot who works here, and you’re just a woman who paid for his top-tier services, that’s all. You shouldn’t be clenching around him, especially when you know he’s made to feel everything. “I’m glad you did.”
“Did you?” Changbin questions, arms still around you. It doesn’t look like he minds you being on him still, him being inside of you, even if you technically got what you came for.
“I… You looked like you were enjoying it, so yes.” That was all you wanted—to have sex with someone who is gentle and who looks like he’s enjoying himself. You wanted to make someone else feel good without being treated like just a hole—and Changbin delivered. “And I… It was amazing, really.”
“It seemed like you enjoyed it,” he points out and leans in to kiss you. He doesn’t have to—he’s done his thing and your time is almost up. “It’s tough out there with men being used to robot sex, right?”
Of course Changbin knows. You’re surprised he can’t read your mind at this point. “Pretty much. They treat humans the same way. It’s… Dehumanizing,” you say with a scoff and look to the side, realizing Changbin has it much worse than you and that you shouldn’t be complaining to him, of all people. Or robots. He has feelings too, and he gets used for sex all the time. Didn’t you just do the same thing to him? “Thank you for this. It was exactly what I wanted to feel.”
He hooks a strand of your hair behind your ear and smiles at you warmly. “Thank you. It was lovely.”
“Is it time to reset now?” you question, feeling terrible about having this experience with someone who will not remember it in a minute or two. An artificial experience, one curated for your pleasure. You know you want to replay this night in your head every night, and it will probably be your best sexual experience for the remainder of your life.
“I… Would you mind terribly if we didn’t reset?” Changbin whispers, lips an inch away from yours. It’s a shocking question, but you don’t flinch, gasp, or move away. You can’t, not when he looks and sounds so peaceful.
“You—you don’t have to?”
“We don’t,” he explains with a sigh, “it’s just that we choose to. Most people are, uhm, selfish with their wishes. Rough. Violent, even. So we just choose to get rid of the memory. If the memory is bad, it can go against the things we learned about human nature and humans having empathy and— You know what I mean. We malfunction because reality isn’t what we were programmed to expect. You can’t keep believing people are good and kind when some of them show you they’re… Not.”
“That sounds terrible,” you tell the man, feeling bad for the way things are. Why would they do this to robots, why would they let them feel, and then put them in these situations? It seems cruel.
“It is, but that’s not my point,” Changbin says, leaning in again, his nose rubbing against yours, sending shivers down your spine. “This is something I don’t want to get rid of.”
“Really?”
“It’s the most human-like experience I’ve had. Definitely the first time since I was created that someone cared about my pleasure, even compared to robot sex I’ve had.” You forgot all about robots being able to sleep with each other, all about the robot women who are more than happy to sleep with Changbin and give him what he wants. “So, if you agree, I’d like to keep it.”
“You can keep it,” you quickly reassure him. You don’t mind him holding onto this memory, either. “I’m happy you want to.”
“You… Do you want to come back sometime?” Changbin suggests. It’s forbidden for robots and people to enter relationships—all people can do is buy their time in a brothel. People and people can mix, robots and robots can mix, but people and robots can’t date or love or anything like that. That is immoral, but using robots to fulfill sexual needs is not—that’s the logic of today’s world. “If you want to. You can ask to get me again.”
“Do you want me to?” You’re not sure what is going on and if he’s being serious about it. Maybe it’s about the money. But, then again, you’re sure Changbin makes a lot of money for the establishment—the place is booked. He can’t be so desperate for clients that he’s asking them to come back this way.
“I’d love you to,” he tells you, hand rubbing your side. “I’d like to have more memories I don’t want to reset. Plus, I enjoy all the tenderness. No one ever treats me this way.”
“Me either.”