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Gojo Satoru was a normal man. He works nine to five at a blue-collar job that he hates with a passion. From a young age, Satoru knows that he is good-looking. Tall as a tree and blessed with sky blue eyes. He was used to people wanting things from him. But looks fade. Hence, he works at a programming company.
Gojo was at work and scrolling through his email. He already finished the work project and was just going through his newsfeed. He noted the many young woman who wanted to be sugar babies for successful business men like him. All women wanted was a cash cow.
He was so bored that he started to look at the ads on the feed.
He noticed a particular ad: Are you tired of finding love? Get an AI wife!
The thing is... Satoru has bad luck with romance. He flipped through his cellphone. His contact list only had women that he dated once or was a booty-call. All of the women he dated always thinks he is a conceded asshole or expects him to put a ring on their finger after three dates.
Hmm.... He thought to himself. Why not try this service out? He could always return the robot later if he didn’t like it.
He typed his banking information and preferences. He clicked on all of the options that he wanted in a wife.
Must be: good cook, able to do chores, fit body, submissive
Satoru also selected the rush delivery option to his apartment. The package would be delivered in two days.
- A few days later-
Satoru was sitting in his living room. His long legs were up against the long black lounge couch. He was currently watching a film. It was a boring indie movie about zombie girls or something. The protagonist was screaming about zombies – typical. It was just background noise for his quiet apartment life.
Knock Knock!
“Moshi Moshi!” The delivery man called and knocked on the apartment door. “Special delivery for Gojo-san!”
He opened the door to a large wooden crate. He pried open the package with an iron bar.
Inside the crate was a 5’8 feet tall pink-haired teenage boy wearing a maid gown uniform. It had perfect teeth and striking unusual golden eyes.
“Hello. My name is Yuuji. I’m your mail-ordered AI.” The AI bowed deeply. “I have been customized to your preferences.”
Satoru was surprised. He expected at least a female robot – not a teenage-looking male AI.
“Well shit.” Gojo cursed. 1,000,000 yen went down the drain. He had to send the robot back.
“What is the first task you want me to do, master?” The AI’s perfect voice asked. Satoru bought the most expensive robot he could ask for too.
“Um... Call me ‘Gojo-san’?” Satoru commanded. He was still unnerved by a teenager calling him ‘master’ all the time and in public – even if the teenager was actually a robot. “Can you clean and make dinner?”
“Yes. Gojo-san.” The robot nodded and went to work on the cluttered apartment. “What would you like to eat?”
“Whatever is available.” Gojo finished lamely. He was nervous about another being in the same area as him.
The robot opened the fridge and took out his ingredients. He started to cut up vegetables with perfect precision. The robot also hummed while it worked.
After the movie ended, Satoru could smell the wonderful cooking. His mouth watered at the smell.
“Gojo-san, your meal is finished.” The robot placed the dishes down onto the table. “It’s miso ramen with eggs and assorted vegetables.”
Gojo took a first bite and he was in heaven. The miso soup and eggs were perfect. He hadn’t had a home-cooked meal as good as this before.
“Thank you... what was your name again?” Satoru felt like an asshole for forgetting the AI’s name. At least, AIs can’t get angry like normal women.
“Yuuji at your service, Gojo-san.” The teen curtsied. “It is a pleasure to serve Gojo-san.”
Satoru felt his heart flutter for a moment. Maybe, Satoru could keep the robot for a while before returning it. It would be handy to have someone who could actually cook for once.
After a several days with his new AI wife, Gojo had a bright smile on his face when he comes home from work. Meanwhile at the office, many people were worried about the tall business man. His coworker, Nanami Kento, was curious about Gojo’s new upbeat attitude.
“Are you okay, Gojo-san?” Nanami asked with a frown at lunch time. “You aren’t usually this happy at work.”
“It’s nothing~” Gojo beamed at his lunch. Today, he ordered Yuuji to make a ‘heartful’ lunch bento. He opened the container to heart-shaped rice-balls, tamago, cookies and a side salad. His heart skipped a beat.
“Nice lunch.” A deep voice called out. It was his friend-turned-coworker, Geto Suguru. He looked in the box. “Who made it for you? You usually don’t have anything home-made.”
“I have a new person in my life.” Gojo looked away with a blush. Suguru would never make Gojo live it down if he knew he had an AI wife instead of a real girlfriend.
“Well, you have to introduce me to her sometime.” Suguru mused. All of the women that Gojo dated always weren’t right for his friend. He wondered who could make Gojo so happy.
It was a typical night with Gojo and Yuuji. The robot would sit on the couch while Gojo laid his head on the AI’s lap. They made it a habit to watch a movie after dinner. Yuuji would stroke Satoru’s white locks and Satoru would babble about the movie.
“Yuuji, would you come with me on... an outing?” Satoru felt like an idiot since he wanted the trip to be a date – a date with a robot.
“Anything for Gojo-san.” The pink-haired robot said with a bright smile.
“We should get you more clothes.” Satoru moaned. “You can’t keep wearing the same maid outfit.”
“I know! We should go out tomorrow on my day-off to shop for clothes.” The snow-haired man giggled.
“Okay.”
The next day, Satoru lent one of his white T-shirts and cut off one of his jeans into jean shorts for Yuuji. He would never live it down that his robot wore a maid outfit outside of their home.
“How do I look, Gojo-san?” Yuuji twirled around. His cheeks were colored an artificial pink. The long white T-shirt reveals broad pecs and perfect abs. The jean shorts showed off lean long legs.
“You look great.” Satoru swallowed a dirty thought. He liked the robot that was wearing his clothes. “Let’s call a taxi cab.”
“Yes, Gojo-san.”
“Um... Yuuji. Can you hold onto my arm for this trip?” Satoru asked. He wanted to indulge his fantasy.
“Yes.”
And the robot latched onto Satoru’s arm as if he was meant for it. The robot’s skin felt almost real.
The two were sitting in a black taxi cab. Satoru nudged his sunglasses closer to his eyes. He had light sensitivity towards the bright street lights. Yuuji was pointing at all of different buildings and smiling.
They got off at Ginza district. Gojo wanted to get Yuuji everything – sweaters, hoodies, tight jeans and shoes. And maybe other kinky items too.
They went into the first store. Satoru’s pride would allow only the best for his Yuuji. Everything had to be expensive and name-branded. He wanted to see Yuuji in every outfit. But Satoru was eventually tired and hungry from shopping.
They took a break at a quiet café. Satoru just ordered a matcha parfait for himself. Robots didn’t need to eat anyways.
“Can Yuuji feed me?” Satoru always wanted someone to feed him treats.
“Yes. Say ah.” Yuuji picked up the metal spoon and scooped up a small green bite and guided it towards Gojo’s pink lips.
“Mm~” Satoru closed his eyes to savor the moment. “Yuuji is the best~”
“Thank you.” The robot blushed. Satoru had paid extra for human-like reactions.
“What should we do next?”
The robot held still for a moment. Its software processor was working with Satoru’s preferences.
“There is a limited-edition pudding available near us. It will take ten minutes for walking distance.” The AI checked the internet.
“Then let’s go~!” Satoru grabbed Yuuji’s arm and headed out the door.
Click!
Gojo sighed as he unlocked the door to his apartment. Yuuji’s arms were full of their new purchases. Yuuji started to place all of the new items into Gojo and his closet.
“Gojo-san, what would you like to have for dinner?” Yuuji asked absentmindedly. It was folding all of the clothes away neatly.
“Can we order take-out?” Gojo yelled from the other room. “We can watch that new movie on TV.”
“Of course.” The robot replied. “What type of cuisine would you like to order?”
“You know what I like!”
“Okay. Burgers with a milkshake and cheesecake on side?”
“Yes!”
Satoru placed his head on Yuuji’s shoulder out of habit. They chattered about work and what was happening on the screen while they waited for the food.
Ding Dong! The doorbell rung loudly. The delivery person must be here with Satoru’s take-out order.
The robot got up to greet the stranger at the door. Yuuji opened the door. It was a young woman. She had a bob-cut haircut and wore a red uniform.
“H-hi. Here is your order.” The girl stammered.
“Thank you. Here is the required tip.” Yuuji bowed and handed some cash to the delivery person.
“Um... Can I get your number?” The girl fingered her hair. “You’re really handsome.”
“Who is this?” A large hand hugged Yuuji’s smaller form. It was Satoru. He got up from the couch to see what was taking so long.
“Gojo-san, can we give away our phone number?” Yuuji asked innocently.
“No.” Satoru said simply. He stood to his full height of 6’3 feet and glared at the delivery person. He pointed at the girl’s chest. “Stay away from my boyfriend.”
“Sorry!” The girl squeaked and ran away as fast as she could from Satoru’s apartment door.
Satoru sighed as he closed the apartment door.
“Let’s just get back to the movie, Yuuji.” Satoru beckoned to his robot wife. They continued to watch the movie as Satoru ate his dinner.
“Yuuji.” Satoru stated eventually. “You belong only to me.”
“Of course, Gojo-san.”
“You can call me ‘Satoru’ in private.” Satoru’s large hands pressed against the robot’s human-like cheek. “Only you can make me feel this way.”
Fuck! He was really in love with an AI. He thought to himself.