She finished hanging the laundry and collapsed onto the sofa with a long sigh.

“I never could have imagined Senior spent his time like that.”

She felt sorry, as though she had wronged Jeong Taegyeom.

If she were being honest about who’s at fault, the greater share of blame was hers. Whatever the circumstances, disappearing like that was not something a decent person did. She should have found a way to explain properly and apologize to Jeong Taegyeom, even belatedly.

Maybe this reunion was the last chance she would be given.

A chance to settle things with Jeong Taegyeom before moving on to a new job, and to apologize for what had happened that day…… No, wait. The android had said Jeong Taegyeom still had feelings for her. Did that mean there was actually another possibility between them?

While she was turning that over in her mind, a handsome face appeared above her without warning.

“What are you thinking about?”

“……It’s a secret.”

The android had finished the dishes and was looking down at her. She met his gaze and he made an odd expression.

“You said you wanted to practice talking with your senior. Don’t you need more help with that?”

“Any more of this and I’ll start mixing you up with him. It was already getting dangerous earlier. Let’s do something else instead.”

Yiseo jumped up and headed to the clothes room. She rummaged around for quite a while, then came back out holding a pink l*ngerie set and a red one.

“Which of these is closer to Senior’s taste?”

“……What?”

“Not you, the robot. The real Jeong Taegyeom. Just…… you never know, so I thought it would be good to be prepared.”

The android’s face went red in an instant. He turned his gaze away, ears and neck flushed all the way down.

He rubbed the back of his neck with a slightly awkward air and spoke.

“So now there’s actually a chance things might work out with him?”

“Adult matters aren’t resolved by physical intimacy alone.”

The blunt reply made the android go still. He opened his mouth with a stiff expression.

“You’d sleep with Jeong Taegyeom, but you have no intention of dating him?”

“It’s not that I have no intention…… but we might not be compatible in bed, and I have no way of knowing what he’s thinking.”

“Is that so.”

The android rose from the sofa and walked straight toward Yiseo. He took the two l*ngerie sets from both her hands, placed them on the table, then bent down and lifted her up in one swift motion.

Their faces drew close in an instant. Yiseo grabbed his shoulders with both hands in surprise.

“Jeong Taegyeom doesn’t have any particular thoughts about l*ngerie like that.”

“Then what? Don’t tell me he has a thing for thongs or something.”

“Those would be fine on you too, but they’re not really his preference.”

“Then what?”

“Hmm.”

The android thought for a moment, then spoke.

“I think nothing at all would be best.”

“……”

“Whatever you wear, it’s going to come off anyway. It’s just in the way.”

He arrived at the bedroom, closed the door, and set Yiseo down on the bed. Yiseo sat up with a dazed look.

“What are you doing right now?”

“You said it yourself. That you might not be compatible in bed.”

“……And?”

“Then let’s find out first.”

His eyes lit up with something dangerous.

“It might be too far back for you to remember, but I recall us being quite well-matched.”

Yiseo swallowed.

***

She hadn’t brought it up herself, but she had been curious for a while.

An android that looked exactly like Jeong Taegyeom. One with a c*ck so large it was hard to believe it belonged to a human, and yet so realistic it was hard to believe it belonged to a robot. What would it feel like to be with this android?

Would it be similar to the real Jeong Taegyeom?

Maybe it was the face identical to Jeong Taegyeom’s, or the reactions that were too human. Ordering him to have s*x out of nowhere felt too blunt, and trying to set a mood with an android felt strange in its own way. She had five rentals left anyway, and she had planned to wrap this one up as just a practice run before dinner with Jeong Taegyeom, but things had taken this turn.

There had been exactly one time she and Jeong Taegyeom had been swept up in the moment and ended up together. She had been too clear-headed to blame it on the alcohol, yet it was not something she could have done with a completely sober mind. She had been too embarrassed to show herself bare, so they had turned off the lights, which meant she never actually saw what his c*ck looked like. Even during the moments when the ambient light was on, she had been too flustered to look at anything other than the well-defined muscles of his torso.

Whether it was because it was her first time or because of his physical proportions, s*x with him had been overwhelming from the start, which led her to assume the size must have been considerable. But that considerable. Jeong Taegyeom was a remarkable man even in places no one could see. Since seeing his c*ck during the last rental, she couldn’t help feeling dizzy at the thought that all of that had fit inside her body, however long ago it was.

Then again, it had been her first time, and so many years had passed since. The memory had probably been softened and idealized. It was a robot, so of course it was possible, but how could something that size actually be attached to a human body. Jeong Taegyeom was a person too, so maybe the c*ck on the robot modeled after him had been made slightly larger than the real thing.

Creak. He climbed onto the bed and the mattress tilted toward him on one side. He was half-draped over her, wearing a black short-sleeved T-shirt and cotton trousers.

“Why does your expression look so complicated.”

“I was just wondering whether being with you would feel similar to being with Senior.”

“It’s the same.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I’m him.”

“Right, of course you are. But listen.”

Yiseo rolled her eyes and let her gaze drop.

“I didn’t realize Senior had entered something like that into you too. So from his perspective, they were quite compatible.”

“……No.”

He pushed his hair back with a flustered look, as though caught off guard from an unexpected direction.

“I may be doing some things lately that are hard to understand, but I’m not so far gone that I would record s*xual details involving you in an android.”

“Then how do you know about it?”

“Well, I……”

The android stopped mid-sentence. He exhaled and continued.

“I just guessed. Because since that time, I haven’t been with anyone else.”

“That makes no sense. Why would Senior……”

“Maybe I just didn’t want to do that with anyone who wasn’t you.”

Yiseo’s eyes went wide with surprise. The android, looking down at her quietly, let something dark settle into his gaze.

“Done with the questions?”

“No. Just now you said Senior has been doing some things lately that are hard to understand. That doesn’t mean anything like hitting people, or drugs, or being promiscuous, right?”

“Ha.”

The android let out a hollow laugh. A low, self-deprecating sound settled through the room.

“No hitting, no drugs. As for being promiscuous, I am about to do something rather promiscuous. With you.”

Yiseo’s lips parted, and he continued in a low, settled voice.

“I’m in a bit of a hurry. Save the rest of your questions for after.”

Gulp.

Yiseo swallowed and nodded. The android caught the eager look in her eyes, gave a faint smile, and pressed his lips to hers.

A soft touch. Their lips fit together gently and their breath mingled. Yiseo drew in a slow breath. Heat rose through her body as though the air itself contained something intoxicating. They were only touching lips, yet the familiar room felt foreign in an instant, as though she had been dropped somewhere else entirely. Being with Jeong Taegyeom. Even if this was only an android built in his image, the resemblance was so complete that it felt exactly like kissing him. Maybe it was the tension wound tight through her body. She trembled finely, her pulse beating hard.

Their eyes met up close. A large, warm hand covered her trembling one.

“……Relax.”

His voice was thick too, from his own arousal.

Their lips met again.

The android gripped her hand tightly and cradled the back of her head with his other hand. He drew her lips in harder. Wet, slick. The obscene sound of lips being pulled made her inhale sharply through her mouth in surprise. He pressed into that opening and wound his tongue deep with hers. Their faces locked close together in an instant. The air began to carry heat.

He slid one thigh between her legs and pressed his knee against her p*ssy, rubbing slowly. She flinched at the unfamiliar sensation, and then, before she had time to adjust, the c*ck straining hard against his trousers made its presence unmistakably known against her thigh. The sight of his desire laid bare made what was about to happen feel real.

Her black short summer shorts had ridden up enough to expose the edge of her underwear, and her loose, oversized white T-shirt had come half-untucked from her waistband. The hair she had pulled up high in a scrunchie had come half-undone during the kiss and was a mess. She was still taking stock of her appearance when the body she had been holding herself up with both hands was slowly pressed back until she was lying flat on the bed.