It was the first time Estelle knew that a robot with a very bad mood would be so powerful in bed.
She was hugged tight from him behind. He hold her body to force into her by the side. Her legs were forced to separate, and the sexual organs were exposed in the air. The thick penis drove straight into, light stirring inside while later on heavy ramming her body, causing her to repeatedly suck cold air. She raised her hand, Crescent also ignored, still thrusted drastically insider her congested and sensitive cervix.
Her belly felt waves of swelling heat, Estelle can not bear, as if to be stimulated to urine out. She twisted her waist to escape, wanted to let the climax come later, and the physiological reaction could not escape Crescent's sensing system, he reached down with his fingers, used his finger rubbed her pearl and pinched, Estelle immediately lscreamed: "No, I have to pee..."
It was the result of a lot of pleasure stacking up, sharp, sour, all converged on her pearl and urethral orifice in an instant. Estelle felt so comfortable that her spine was tingling, her toes were curled up, and even the tips of her fingers were soft. She could not help panting loudly. Crescent turned his head and kissed her, pushing his tongue in, and the sound turned into a whimper.
Her body was shaking like a broken machine.
System did calculate her threshold and state interval, and synchronously refreshed the data every 0.001 seconds, Crescent kissed with his eyes closed, knew everything she was going through, and one second before she was on the verge of collapse, he paused abruptly and pulled out his penis.
"Go to the bathroom."
She is a woman with strong dignity. Crescent knew that the shame of incontinence did not apply to her. It would not make her feel comfortable, but only made her anxious and embarrassed.
Crescent turned off his hearing, giving her enough time to urinate, and only opened his eyes again when the infrared system sensed her return: "Is it OK?"
Estelle skin hot, high lust let her cheeks flush. Crescent sat on the edge of the bed, his penis long and hard, standing tall between his legs.
She cast her eyes down and sat on him with her arms around his neck. The moment when the penis was engulfed in the end, countless sensors were violently stimulated at the same time, and Crescent grasped the sheets in pain.
"Actually, I can pee that way." Estelle said, "Incontinence in front of a robot is probably not particularly humiliating."
Crescent gasped and looked up. Estelle sat on his lap and looked down at him. He pressed the palm of his hand against her and began to shrug with renewed force. "Then I still hope that you will regard me as a real human being."
Estelle stroked his hair. The ends of his hair were wet and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
"Does it hurt?" she asked suddenly.
He had promised her not to lie again, paused for half a second and replied, "It hurts."
Estelle leaned down and kissed him: "Fool."
They tangled together, and Crescent rolled over and pressed her on the bed, holding her knees and folding them upward.
Her pearl were swollen in the state of excitement, and he thrusted it with dripping sound. Crescent sucked her areola and licked her until she groaned. She clung to his hand until she could bear no more. Her nerves were broken, and she reached the peak which was like a towering sea wave.
Estelle frowned, she was so overwhelmed that she felt dizzy, for a long time, exhausted to the point where she only had the strength to breathe. Crescent held her in his arms, gritting his teeth against the pain that assailed him, the evening breeze stirred the curtains, and he suddenly said, "Today is June 7th. There are still 23 days until July."
Estelle was startled, her unfocused gaze slowly turned towards him. "What did you say?"
"You said that July is the most beautiful month in the city, didn't you?" Crescent said softly,"Estelle, July is almost here."
She was silent for a moment. Then she said, "Yes."
In a daze, Estelle remembered the pale hospital room again,
She stood outside the intensive care unit, watching Cyrus' dying form through the glass, his eyes half-closed, his cheeks sunken, his skin all over was ulcerated, his immune system nearly exhausted, yet he was only twenty-six years old.
"July in the city is the most beautiful, but... I won't be able to see it."
His calm voice came through the headphones, and she broke down in tears, squatting down.
"Don't be sad, Estelle. Live well, and keep moving forward."
For nearly four days afterward, she did nothing, just sat on the floor in a daze.
From morning till dusk, she was like a fool, her mind blank with no thoughts at all, until the evening of the fourth day, when she stood up as if just wake up from a dream, stumbling to the cupboard to look for biscuits. She stuffed biscuit after biscuit into her mouth, unable to stop herself from retching, when she collapsed onto the ground, the fact finally appeared in her mind.
Cyrus was dead.
