This isn't a big fishing village, and at night there aren't many ways to pass the time.
It's nothing more than coming to the tavern to drink, gathering to play cards, or going home to close the doors and discuss the meaning of life's lineage.
After dinner it had grown dark, and a few villagers came to invite Arion to play cards, but he declined and left the tavern with 2B.
"Shall we take a walk by the sea," Arion suggested, not in a hurry to return to the inn, after all it was still early, tonight time was still plenty.
A light breeze, a stroll, a bit of digestion would do.
"Mm," 2B followed closely beside Arion. Her top priority right now was to stay with him and protect his safety.
It was quiet, since 2B wasn't a talkative person, Arion proactively started a conversation and said:
"2B, could you tell me about your things? For example, why does an android protect Humans, and what was your world like before?"
Assistant drifted over and said, "Regarding that, please allow me to explain."
"No need, I'll say it," 2B reached out and pulled the Assistant to her side; somehow, she felt the Assistant was a bit superfluous right now.
Pondering her wording, 2B began: "The aliens invaded Earth, and they built an army called 'mechanical life forms'…"
Hearing 2B tell the background she knew, they walked slowly together.
From 2B's words one could also tell that she had been dispatched by the Orthra Satellite Orbital Base to exterminate large mechanical life forms; the Assistant suddenly detected a human presence and altered its flight path, thus arriving in this world.
Not bad.
When 2B finished speaking, they arrived at the shore.
The night sea differed from the day. The ocean wasn't blue anymore, but twinkling with blue light; strands of blue ribbons danced with the waves, as their feet pressed into the soft sand, spreading fragments of light around as if stepping into a fairy tale, dreamlike.
Yet 2B seemed unfazed by this scene, like a faithful guard, uninterested in everything.
So Arion reached out and removed her eye blindfold.
Seeing this scene, 2B widened her eyes, light flashing in her pupils, and exclaimed, "So beautiful."
"Right? I didn't expect there to be such a beautiful place either."
"Why does the sea look like this at night?"
"Maybe because of the algae," Arion explained, "some algae glow at night, gathering together, and rising with the waves to form this scene."
"Glowing algae, I've never seen them before."
2B crouched, touched the seawater, and faint glimmers flowed between her fingers, a novel sensation.
They looked at the sea for a while, walking along the blue coastline, shoulder to shoulder, their hands brushing as they moved, so Arion simply held 2B's hand firmly.
2B trembled slightly, the same sensation from the afternoon's black box rising again.
But with the afternoon's experience, there was no longer a blush or near-ovarian failure.
But once she removed the eye blindfold and her hand was held, 2B's gaze wandered uncontrollably.
They didn't look at the magnificent sea; instead she looked up at Arion's side profile and his lips.
There was a sense of wanting to do something, a reckless impulse.
Arion isn't a statue; he's a normal man who knows what to do at this moment.
He pulled her into an embrace and kissed her.
And this time, it wasn't just a simple touch of lips.
Arion captured that slightly evasive tongue and tasted the sweetness of this goddess from college days.
And in the embrace, the softness and the smooth skin of her back.
This is real; 2B really is held in his arms, being kissed deeply.
As if the moon reflected in the water had been caught firmly in his hand.
And indeed he did so.
The softness that could fit all five fingers.
While Arion felt 2B's reality, 2B was surely feeling the same.
There was a sense of wanting to do something, a reckless impulse.
Arion isn't a statue; he's a normal man who knows what to do at this moment.
He pulled her into an embrace and kissed her.
And this time, it wasn't just a simple touch of lips.
Arion captured that slightly evasive tongue and tasted the sweetness of this goddess from college days.
And in the embrace, the softness and the smooth skin of her back.
This is real; 2B really is held in his arms, being kissed deeply.
As if the moon reflected in the water had been caught firmly in his hand.
And indeed he did so.
The softness that could fit all five fingers.
While Arion felt 2B's reality, 2B was surely feeling the same.
This is Humans, real Humans, not the lunar refugees where broadcasts only sometimes come back, nearly fictional.
The closeness to Humans made her black box heat up, making her machine feel strange, but she couldn't help wanting to continue with him.
After a brief adaptation, 2B began to respond to Arion's kisses, feeling the Humans' body.
There were signs of lighting a bonfire right on this beautiful beach.
But there was sand everywhere, clearly not suitable to go further.
So after tasting, Arion's last bit of remaining rationality pulled away from 2B, and they parted.
"Okay, we should go back."
First deep kiss, and for 2B, who had kissed Humans before, this obviously wasn't enough; she also showed a touch of worry, exhaling softly: "This will harm your body."
"What harm to the body?"
2B bit her lip, her hands trembling as she cautiously reached under his clothes.
Arion understood instantly; he patted 2B's head and said, "Is this what Assistant told you?"
"Yes, Assistant said that once you're in the moment, you must release it, or it will be like an overloaded laser cannon and blow a breach."
"Blow a breach? The description is exaggerated, but in a sense not wrong."
"So…"
"Let's go back first," Arion patted 2B's head again, "no rush."
"Okay," 2B released Arion's embrace, let go of his hand, but couldn't help but glance back a few more times.
From her unable-to-contain curvature to something so obvious, like a sword hilt, it was hard for 2B not to worry.
So on the way back, 2B's steps were much larger.
2B was more anxious than Arion.
After all, the health and safety of Humans ranked first in her heart now.
So as soon as they returned to the inn and entered the room, 2B was once again anxious to kiss him, her hands busy undressing him.
"Wait," Arion dodged 2B's passionate kiss, looking into her blue eyes filled with pink, "let's wash first, we're sweaty."
"No," 2B buried in Arion's neck, taking a deep breath, "you smell really good."
"Be obedient," Arion gave 2B a light smack that made her sway.
"Mm," 2B replied and, under Arion's firmness, stopped her request.
But her hands did not stop moving; if we're going to bathe, undressing is natural.
Arion was the same.
As their clothes fell, the beauty of their bodies gradually appeared to the other.
Two kinds of beauty, soft and steel.
A soft, fair body with subtle firmness, a touch of cold plum blossom, as if a breeze could make it tremble.
Below, a slender waist with defined lines, not flat, with just-right amount of softness to add to her charm.
Then, the most beautiful part of 2B: hips wider than shoulders, long, plump legs, and a full, inviting figure that seemed ready to conquer everything, every gaze.
While Arion studied 2B, 2B was also studying him.
From the earlier hug, 2B already felt the difference between Humans and androids; humans were too sturdy.
Now with clothes off, the clear lines and the muscles glistening with power were irresistible to her.
Especially the part of Humans that contains more than a tenth of his height used for hereditary information transmission, which made 2B unable to look away.
2B felt her mouth water.
From today, she must take on all of this, a heavy responsibility.
Her unit grew hot again.