>it tells you that you have been operating it perfectly well, and that the only other things it requires are charging, and a small refill on lubrication fluid.
>you head back to the box it came in, left next to the couch, and tell it to sit down to conserve energy while you search for the charging cable and lubrication fluid refills.
>through all sorts of instructions and warning pamphlets and bubble wrap, you fail to find what you're looking for, so you sigh to yourself and call the customer service number listed in the manual
>though you called the number in the english manual, which promised english customer service, the man answering the phone speaks in even more broken english than the robot.
>Communication takes a while, you begin to pace through your apartment in irritation, but eventually you understand the problem, the model you ordered doesn't come with a power cable, because that is an optional, non-essential feature.
>the service agent tells you to flip to a section of the manual full of diagrams of the robot's inner workings, including the cooling system you've already had explained to you.
>among the robot's systems that you haven't yet studied, however, are the inner workings of its vagina
>you already saw (or rather, felt) that its clitoris and g-spot are buttons, but you never bothered to feel deeper, and realize that its vagina is actually quite shallow. Which you assume makes sense for the robot's short stature. In your awkwardness turning it on, you also didn't notice how narrow and tight it was. Not that you'd notice if it was any different from a real one.
>this tiny, tight vagina isn't just for show, though. And when you realize what the customer service agent is trying to tell you, you angrily try to explain to him that you're not some loser who is going to fuck a robot. He obviously doesn't believe you, and tries to explain that this is simply how this model works, and if you really haven't "used" this particular feature yet, then you may be able to exchange the product for a different model.
>you're about to take him up on this offer, when your pacing brings you back into the living room, and you see your robot laying limp, sprawled out, half hanging over the side of the couch
>you drop your phone, letting it smash on the ground, as you call your robot's name and run to her
>you pick her up and hold her in your arms. Looking into her eyes, you see that she is still functioning, but is losing most motor functions
>it doesn't even cross your mind that you have a choice, you gotta do what you gotta do.
>you pound the fuck out of that tiny, shallow, robo-vagina. It's so tight that you can barely fit inside, which of course makes you feel good, but not because of the self esteem boost. Rather, because you know this will make the process more effective.
>the manual has informed you that as you stretch the walls of the vagina, you are pushing a series of magnets and coils and generating power, the one on the G-spot of course being the biggest, and causing the biggest reaction in the robot.
>of course this isn't much compared to the power generated when you pound the cervix deep into the robot's abdomen, making the robot's shallow vagina a functional choice.
>now even with this, it will take fairly long time to completely recharge your waifu, but you're a NEET, you have the time. And as you do, you can slowly see your robot's eyes light up, her expression become more positive and expressive.
>eventually your robot tells you that she is fully charged, and as she looks into your eyes and thanks you for recharging her, you release years of emotionally pent up semen into your robot's vagina
>she feels the first shot of sperm and begins pulling you into her, as deep as you can go, but not just with her legs
>you can feel actual suction in her vagina, milking every last drop of semen you had in your body, vacuuming it directly into her cervix, so it can be distributed throughout her body and be used as lubrication for all of her moving parts.
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