Can Androids Get Turned On Too?

A sweet, silly android bottom x an abstinent, gentle, blind doctor

A very, very short story, probably only four or five chapters.

(Cough, cough. It's only my word count that's short. Nothing else is short!)

333 is an android. He's not clever or handsome, and he's... pretty ordinary.

But after meeting the doctor, he began to change, and even got a name of his own.

Xiaojiu.

Xiaojiu likes the doctor. Even though his fellow androids say they can't feel human emotions, Xiaojiu is sure that he can.

He likes the doctor's compassionate expression when treating patients;

he likes the shiver that runs through him when the doctor's palm brushes across his face;

and most of all, he likes it when the doctor takes his ugly lips into his mouth and opens him up like a jelly cup.

Xiaojiu never thought he would leave the doctor, much less that after leaving, he would see him again like this.

"Xiaojiu, you don't actually think you're clever, do you?" Wen Yichen removed the broken parts, wiped them carefully, then put them back one by one.

A rare crack appeared in his stern expression. His long fingers traced their way down from Xiaojiu's forehead.

"Can an android feel anything here, too?" Lowering his eyes, Wen Yichen withdrew his fingers.

He looked at the unfamiliar marks on them and suddenly curled his lips into a smile.

He pressed Xiaojiu down and laughed aloud.

"Xiaojiu, who said you were defective?"

"You're my finest creation."

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[No Keeping of the Obsessive Evil God]

Jing An stared at the corpse that had fallen from a great height, its body charred, lying barely a handspan from his car.

The corpse was clutching a cat.

"Meow." At the sound of the cat's cry, the corpse opened its eyes.

At the crowded intersection, it seemed he was the only one who had stopped and noticed.

Jing An touched his damp eyes. Had he been crying?

The day after that was when Jing An's nightmare began.

His direct supervisor was sent to prison after failing to force himself on Jing An.

The place where Jing An had lived for years was rocked by one riot after another.

Worse still, the apartment next door to his was the lair of a serial killer.

The older guy next door pressed the tip of a knife to Jing An's throat.

"Darling, you'll save me, won't you?"

At that moment, the corpse appeared again.

A withered-looking cat stood on the corpse's shoulder.

As if staking its claim, it came up behind Jing An and wrapped its arms around him, its wet, long tongue sliding over the back of his neck.

"Good boy. Do you want me to save you?" The devil whispered.

Jing An saw the blood spilling out in front of him. He knew he couldn't escape.

"Save... me."

The devil had latched onto him.

The corpse was no longer charred, and its flesh grew at a frenzied pace.

But the strange incidents didn't lessen. Jing An simply stopped being threatened.

Because everyone who threatened him died.

"Good boy. Cry for me again, all right?" Susu licked Jing An's dry eyelids.

But Jing An couldn't cry, so Susu could only take his broken moans into his mouth and thrust deep inside him.

"See? Now you're crying."

Susu kissed away his tears, while the tentacles behind him thrashed wildly at their master's excitement.

The withered cat sat by the bed, lazily yawning and letting out a hoarse cry.

Theme: Love is supreme