May 23rd, Cloudy ☁

I believed I had finally succeeded in handling it. After taking it out daily, the human now remained calm when sitting on my hand. Seeing its docile eyes, I thought perhaps it was ready to wear clothes.

But when I attempted to dress it, the human violently refused.

For a moment, I contemplated buying sleeping gas, but I recalled from my days as a sovereign that once you begin using force, there’s no end to it. Unlike those busy times, I now had plenty of time, so I chose patience.

Taking a deep breath, I carefully dressed the human. My motivation stemmed from frustration at seeing this creature, intelligent enough to make and wear clothes, walking around with its body exposed.

When I whispered that I meant no harm, the human froze completely. Knowing that animals enjoy being touched, I gently stroked its head and back with my fingertips. The hair on its small body, though very thin, had a pleasant texture and smoothness. It became even silkier after I started washing it with shampoo.

However, when I stroked its front, the previously calm human began resisting fiercely again. It was frustrating, though those reddened cheeks looked quite appealing.

On impulse, I lifted the human and licked its cheek. The human stiffened completely. I had expected sweetness, but human skin tasted ordinary, like animal flesh. Curious if other parts might taste different, I tried its hands and feet, but the taste remained the same.

Ezel used to kiss their pet’s soft paw pads with delight. Was this the feeling they experienced? I found myself salivating, wanting to chew and swallow the human whole. It had been ages since I’d felt such hunger.

Of course, eating humans was out of the question. It was legally forbidden to consume life forms that shared our form.

Suppressing my urges, I continued dressing the human. Perhaps from exhaustion, it became docile and followed my guidance obediently.

The human looked quite pretty in the white dress that reached its knees. I recorded video data from various angles before leaving the room.

***

May 24th, Sunny ☀

Making yesterday’s efforts meaningless, the human had torn apart all its clothes while I wasn’t looking. Though angry, I contained myself, accepting that this must be what raising a dim-witted creature was like.

When I consulted Ezel, they explained that humans wear different clothes based on their gender.

I had thought they might be more advanced than expected since they used tools, but to think they still maintained such biological discrimination. Their level of development puzzled me.

Well, if I wasn’t planning to modify the human, I would have to accommodate it.

My human was male, and the dress was women’s clothing. Though I still thought it would look pretty in it. I passed on the dresses I had ordered from Ezel and bought new clothes instead.

Order List:
Men’s sweatsuit

***

May 25th, Rainy ☂

The human wore the clothes.

Despite how much it had hated the dress, it seemed quite happy now. What a stubborn creature, choosing to live n*ked simply because it disliked certain clothes.

Still, watching the human accept the house, clothes, and food I bought gave me a pleasant sense of having tamed it. No, even with the rain, I felt quite good. Feeling good… It had been quite a while since I’d experienced this sensation.

This must be why people kept pets.

I ordered more clothes. I also bought an extension for the human’s house and a dressing room. I felt good.

***

May 28th, Clear ☀

The weather was nice, but I was in a foul mood. My rut was coming, which I had forgotten about. While medication could suppress it, the urge to grab anyone and (censored) was unavoidable.

I decided to let the android handle feeding the human for now.

***

June 1st, Cloudy ☁

Come to think of it, did humans have something like ruts or heats?

When I asked Ezel again, they seemed somewhat annoyed and handed over the human care data. Despite my unpleasant mood from the rut, I carefully reviewed the information.

According to the data, humans didn’t have specific mating seasons and could mate year-round, all 365 days. As a result, they had strong s*xual desires, and human males, in particular, preferred frequent mating. When unable to mate, they engaged in m*sturbation.

What’s this?

My human had never shown any s*xual desire. If it was a basic need for humans, why wasn’t he showing any s*xual urges? I hoped he wasn’t sick. For a species capable of mating year-round, having appropriate s*xual desire should indicate good health.

Concerned about the human’s condition, I prepared suitable tools right away.

***

June 4th, Cloudy ☁

Since this task seemed too delicate for an android, I decided to help the human release his s*xual tension myself as soon as my rut ended.

First, I took the human out of his cage, and he obediently climbed onto my hand. However, when I tried to undress him for easier access, he resisted violently. Though he seemed quite attached to his clothes, I had to tear them off.

Thanks to proper feeding, the human’s body had become smoother and softer than before. I spent quite a while caressing his skin. It had a natural gloss, but touching it was even better – so soft, delicate, and beautiful that I momentarily forgot my original purpose, completely absorbed in the sensation.

Of course, I faithfully carried out my initial objective. Based on the data, I had prepared a step-by-step plan to help release the human’s s*xual desire. Since I couldn’t do this frequently, I aimed for maximum efficiency in one session. Since human males could experience pleasure from both their g*nitals and rear passage, I decided to stimulate both simultaneously.

I quickly placed the human on the stand. He struggled somewhat during positioning, but once I secured his wrists and ankles, he couldn’t move at all. While my familiar hands might have been more comforting than the unfamiliar stand, I couldn’t risk crushing the small human with an accidental wrong move.

I fixed the purchased male masturbator to envelop his g*nitals while simultaneously inserting a thin human-sized d*ldo in the back.

When I inserted the thinnest size in the back, the human whimpered and twisted his body. After thrusting it several times, I switched to a slightly thicker one. Though he seemed somewhat overwhelmed, trembling while holding onto me, he soon whimpered again from pleasure.

The human seemed to enjoy fast and strong thrusts. I conducted the penetration very carefully. One wrong move with my strength could tear through the human’s body.

The human *jaculated three times in total. He had energy during the first and second times, but by the third, he was completely limp and couldn’t move. Judging by the amount of s*men, it seemed more than the normal human *jaculation volume I had learned about, which made me feel I had done the right thing by helping.

Surely this human didn’t know how to m*sturbate? I just hoped he wasn’t that lacking.

I thoroughly washed and sterilized the used tools and placed them in front of the human’s house. Meanwhile, the human had bathed alone and gone to bed. Though he was curled up, it seemed he wasn’t sleeping.

While quietly observing the human through the wall, I fell asleep first.

***

June 5th, Clear ☀

The human threw all the sterilized tools into the pond. When I placed them back, he threw them in again. This cycle repeated three times.

Sensing his apparent dislike for them, I decided to let it go.