The World Is Mine For The Taking

Now, she wanted my pants too.

"W-Wait!" The woman jolted upright, nearly knocking over her chair. Her hands clutched the hem of her shirt as if that alone would shield her from the absurdity of the situation. "What do you mean, pants as well?"

The researcher, who had been the driving force behind this entire ordeal, met her wide-eyed stare with a calm expression. "I mean, it wouldn't exactly be a full-body examination if his pants were still on, would it? He wouldn't be able to expose everything with fabric in the way."

"T-That means… the underwear too?" she stammered, her voice breaking slightly.

"Well, yes. I wouldn't be able to conduct a proper analysis if there was anything left covering him, now, would I?"

"But underwear is…" Her fingers trembled as they gripped the edge of her coat.

"You're the calmest person I've ever met, yet you're afraid of seeing a man's privates?" the researcher arched a brow at her reaction.

Her lips parted slightly before she spoke in a whisper, as if admitting something shameful. "This… This would be my first time seeing one. I mean, I've never even seen a naked man before…"

"Neither have I." The researcher remained utterly composed. "The only ones I've ever seen were the male automatas we created. But aside from that, I have no real knowledge of what a human penis actually looks like." She tilted her head, her analytical gaze flickering with something unreadable. "Not that I'm personally curious. I simply need to determine whether his body holds any key components to portal creation. If he is from another world, then his anatomy could provide invaluable insight. Which is why…"

She suddenly knelt before me, her delicate fingers reaching for the buckle of my belt.

"W-Wait, wait, wait!" The other woman practically leaped back, her face flushing a deep shade of red. "I'm not ready for this!"

"I didn't take you for someone so innocent." The researcher shot her a knowing smirk. "I assumed you would have… gotten your hands on at least one or two officers by now. But I guess that means you're still a virgin, huh?"

"W-What are you even saying?!" she spluttered, her body stiff with embarrassment. "And don't just assume I'm a virgin because of that! I mean—do you even have any experience yourself?"

The researcher simply shrugged. "I do. Well… not exactly with another human. Or an automata, for that matter." Her smirk deepened. "But I've put my fingers in there before. That counts, right?"

That just sounded like masturbation, but at this point, I wasn't even surprised anymore.

I let out a slow exhale and pinched the bridge of my nose. "I'll do it myself." I reached down, gently pulling her hands away from my belt.

"Oh, okay. That helps." She withdrew, watching intently.

With practiced ease, I unbuckled my belt, the metal clasp clicking softly in the heavy silence. I slid it out of the loops and set it aside before grasping the waistband of my pants.

I didn't lower them immediately. Instead, I lifted my gaze, watching the woman before me. Her breath hitched, her fingers curling into tight fists. Though she tried to look away, her eyes kept flickering back—stealing glances, as if curiosity had overpowered her hesitance.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, I lowered my pants.

Along with my underwear.

The moment the fabric slid past my hips, my cock sprang free, unfettered by any constraint. And it was already throbbing, hard and eager, as if the atmosphere itself demanded it.

I wasn't the type to get off on being watched. Exhibitionism wasn't my thing. But for some reason, my body responded to the air thick with tension, as if something primal had awakened.

And then—

Slap!

A sudden gasp filled the room as my cock smacked against the researcher's face, its sheer weight leaving a lingering heat against her cheek.

"Ah!"

Her breath hitched, her eyes widening in astonishment. The other woman looked utterly mortified, frozen in place as she stared at me—no, at it.

"W-What is that?" she whispered, almost in disbelief.

The researcher, however, was unfazed. If anything, she looked fascinated.

"Oh… What a magnificent specimen." She leaned in closer, her gaze studying every detail with meticulous precision. "It's even larger than the models we designed for the automatas…" Her fingers twitched slightly as if resisting the urge to touch.

She inhaled softly.

"The scent… the size… everything about it is intriguing." A slow, almost hypnotized smile spread across her lips. "Even the models we used as references for our automatas weren't quite like this. Yours is much bigger. Is it because you're from another world?"

Her breathing became uneven.

"For some reason… the scent is making me feel strange."

Then, she suddenly reached out her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, as if drawn to me by an unseen force. But before she could make contact, the other woman jerked forward, grabbing her wrist with an alarmed expression.

"W-What exactly are you doing?! Didn't you say you only wanted to observe?"

The researcher barely acknowledged her, her body leaning closer, her breath quickening. A strange hunger burned in her gaze as her nose hovered mere inches from the swollen head of my cock.

"Haa… Haa… It smells… It smells really good…"

I stiffened. I had no idea if she was genuinely interested in analyzing my body or if she was moments away from giving me a blowjob. Either way, this was spiraling out of control.

"Alright." She exhaled, her voice quivering slightly. Then, as if shaking off the trance, her expression shifted into something sharper, more focused. "I might be able to deduce something from this."

Her tone had changed, but the thick, lingering heat in the air hadn't faded.

She took a deep breath, her eyes scanning over my body with renewed intent.

"I have to say… You must be incredibly powerful to possess a physique like this. Not even the most battle-hardened veteran could achieve such flawless muscularity."

Her voice was rich with something that wasn't just scientific curiosity—it was admiration, fascination… and something deeper, more primal.

"A-Are you actually observing him," the other woman stammered, "or are you just gawking at him like that?"

The researcher finally turned her gaze away from me—just enough to smirk at the flustered woman.

"I'm observing, of course." Her voice was steady, but her lips curled in amusement. "But I am also gawking. I mean, it is my first time seeing something like this. I'm sure you feel the same, don't you?"

The other woman's face turned an even deeper shade of red, her hands twitching as if she wanted to deny it but couldn't find the words.

I wasn't sure whether the researcher was simply being brutally honest or if she was just a pervert masquerading as a scientist. Either way, the tension in the room was undeniable.

Then, without hesitation, she reached out and placed her palm against my chest.

A soft gasp escaped her lips.

"Wow…" Her fingers traced along my pecs, her touch featherlight but lingering. "It's so hard. I would've believed you if you told me your body was made of metal."

Her hands slid lower, gliding over the chiseled ridges of my abs.

"And your abdominal muscles…" Her breath hitched slightly. "They're… incredible." Her voice grew softer, almost husky. "Honestly, just touching them is making me feel… hot."

"T-This isn't observation anymore, is it?" the other woman asked weakly, shifting uneasily.

But the researcher wasn't listening.

Her fingers roamed, her breathing turning shallow, her body subtly pressing closer. The flush on her cheeks deepened, and I could feel the heat radiating off her skin.

The air had become thick—charged with an unmistakable tension, heavy with something far beyond mere scientific curiosity.

Then, as if suddenly jolted back to reality, the researcher blinked rapidly and withdrew her hand as if burned.

Clearing her throat, she took a step back.

"Well," she muttered, her voice a touch unsteady. "I suppose that concludes the observation." She turned on her heel abruptly. "I'm feeling quite sleepy now, so I'll be heading to my room."

She didn't sound sleepy in the slightest.

The other woman blinked at her in bewilderment, as if trying to comprehend what had just happened.

Without another word, the researcher walked off, disappearing into her room.

I exhaled slowly, shaking my head.

Fortunately, this apartment was large enough to accommodate all of us. A high-end, modern unit with four spacious bedrooms—it was expensive, but it had everything we needed.

Then, just as I was about to reach for my clothes, Anne stepped out of the kitchen, her voice smooth and composed.

"Master, the food is ready."

She paused as soon as she saw me—naked, standing in the middle of the room.

Her head tilted slightly, her artificial eyes scanning me with precision. Then, in a voice that was both matter-of-fact and subtly suggestive, she asked—

"Are you about to take a bath, Master? Or… Are you planning to have me service you in a sexual manner?"

Automatas were designed for both practical and intimate functions. Seeing me bare, Anne naturally assumed I intended to use her.

"No," I replied smoothly. "Don't worry about it. I was just about to put my clothes back on—they were getting too hot."

Anne blinked, processing my words.

"Is that so?" she mused. Then, after another quick scan, she stated, "Well, if you require assistance, I am more than capable of helping you."

Her eyes flickered, and a faint hum resonated from her core as she analyzed me further.

"Honestly, Master, I can see your desire meter is at maximum," she added. "You haven't had any kind of release, have you?"