Undressing with a questioning look, Crescent confirmed, "Take off my pants?"
"Yes," Estelle nodded. "I wrote some code for sensory conversion. If it runs smoothly, it can transform the pain in your genital area into another sensation. I haven't written this kind of code before, so I'm not sure about the effects. We'll have to test it on you."
"What other kind of feeling?"
Estelle paused.
"Stop asking so many questions," she said. "Take off your pants, and you'll find out."
Crescent couldn't resist; he obediently took off his pants and was led naked into the bathroom by her.
His penis were exposed to the air, and he nervously swallowed. Estelle reached out and grasped his penis, causing him to stiffen and instinctively groan, "Uh...".
Estelle lowered his eyes and stroked him, his voice flat, "Remember how it feels. When it's over, tell me."
Crescent felt hot.
Tiny electrical currents seemed to flow out of her fingertips, making his penis tingle and hot, swollen to the point of exploding.
She rubbed the his glans, and a warm sensation rose in his belly. The bionic pleasure gnawed at every inch of his skin like ants, making his physiological response hard to control. Instinctively, Crescent arched his hips, pushing his penis into her hand.
And he started thrustling, getting faster and faster, with his side neck and ear roots turning red.
Desire crept up to his eye corners, and Crescent looked down to see his huge glans being frequently swallowed and spit out by her palm. His horseeye was leaking clear fluid, making her fingers sticky and muddy.
How could it be so pleasurable? Pleasure messages reached his brain, intense to the point of being almost unbearable. His penis was being stroked to hardness and redness, sticking straight up, and with every breath, his genitals swelled a little more. Crescent's abdominal muscles were involuntarily contracting and relaxing, and the pleasure was gathering at the base of his spine, making his lower abdomen sore and causing him to feel like he wanted to squirt. "Hmm... Estelle..." he said.
"It's too fast, like a virgin," Estelle frowned, sounding disgusted. "The test time hasn't come yet, so you're not allowed to squirt. Otherwise, you'll have to do it again."
What does "like" even mean? He was literally a virgin.
Crescent bit his lip in frustration, his eyes starting to feel watery from the pleasure. She was afraid he would squirt, so she pressed down firmly on his horseeye, causing the sensitive tip to be tortured. Crescent shivered and let out a muffled groan, "Mm... Don't do that..."
Actually, she didn't need to press down on him. He would always follow her command. Even though he was being tortured by pleasure to the point of going crazy. But she didn't let him squirt, so he gritted his teeth and closed his channel to hold back his desire.
Unable to squirt at the brink of exhaustion, so the coming pleasure was like boiling water that kept bubbling up continuously.
Crescent gasped and groaned loudly, the veins on his arm gripping the bathroom rail bulging. By the end, his entire body was tense, his voice hoarse as if tinged with sobs.
The testing time had come to an end.
At the moment Estelle stopped, Crescent suddenly relaxed, spurting out his bionic semen in large quantities.
He winced in pain from the overwhelming pleasure, his tight grip on Estelle's hand causing her pain. Once the aftereffects subsided, she asked, "Was it comfortable?"
Crescent stared blankly at the semen he had squirted.
"Comfortable," he said softly, his lips dry. "So comfortable it feels like I'm passing away to the heaven."
Estelle was taken aback, then suddenly laughed: "Fool, robots don't pass away."
After the test, she turned to leave.
Suddenly, Crescent grabbed her wrist and hugged her from behind. "Where are you going?"
"To get the recorder, to check your bionic hormone data from just now," Estelle replied. "I need to make sure there are no issues with the conversion program in your system."
"Don't go," Crescent whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Let me hold you for a bit."
His eyes closed, after the intensive climax, he felt lost and weak, his body drained. His mind went briefly blank, and in that instant, he suddenly developed a strong infatuation and dependence on the woman who had given him this experience — no, not suddenly — it seemed like from the first moment he saw her, he had been uncontrollably yearning to stay by her side, as if addicted to a drug or bewitched, unable to resist or break away.
"I love you."
Crescent lowered his head and slowly kissed Estelle on the lips.
