At Orthra satellite orbital base, there is a need for bathing, but they don't bathe with such backward methods using clear water, soap, and towels.
They have a dedicated cleansing chamber; when you lie down inside, the sprayed mist dissolves the dirt on you, washing you clean—simple and efficient.
Now, using plain water in a bathroom to clean oneself is a bit troublesome for 2B, but it's not without benefits.
For example, she can help Humans wash their body, to feel the Humans' warmth and lines.
That's something those quick, efficient cleansing methods can't provide.
After washing Arion's hair, 2B looked down and said, "Seems it's getting worse."
"That's your fault," Arion turned around, and in his view was 2B's flushed, mature face, which had a stark contrast to the restrained look when wearing a blindfold.
"Me?"
"You're too alluring," Arion kissed the corner of 2B's mouth. He wasn't exactly a lifelong bachelor, but he had never experienced a beauty as this level before.
"Sorry, I'll take responsibility for this," 2B reached out and carefully continued washing Arion.
Though she often handles swords, these are hands without a single callus—so smooth. Add the close-back washballs, and Arion couldn't help but sigh.
This is life, this is living.
2B washed very earnestly, eyes fixed, washing carefully and thoroughly.
After rinsing off the soap, it made 2B's mouth water, as if the eel rice from the afternoon.
She recalled what Assistant taught her, hesitated for a moment, then knelt before Arion and opened her full lips.
Arion stroked 2B's silver short hair; she was too sensible.
This is a mechanical, repetitive process, but 2B shows no fatigue, full of interest and relish.
Because she saw Arion's satisfied expression on his face, which proved she was right.
Unconsciously she tried various ways to make him more satisfied.
Until the thick fluid poured into 2B's throat and she choked, just like the bubbly beer they drank in the afternoon.
She roughly understood what Arion had meant earlier—that at first it might be hard to get used to.
2B swallowed it all.
"Nice performance," Arion pleased, rubbing 2B's hair. This was not only physical satisfaction but also emotional fulfillment.
There's nothing more satisfying than seeing a goddess you once longed for bow before you.
This is the kind of thing many prosperous bosses do when they return to their hometown, using a class reunion as an excuse to make an old unreachable classmate feel remorse or to seize an opportunity.
Even if the goddess from the past no longer resembles her former self, they don't mind.
For Arion, this is a major fulfillment of a long-time fantasy becoming reality.
He pulled 2B up and said, "Now it's my turn to wash you."
"Okay," 2B stood up obediently.
Her abundant curves were cupped by large hands, heavy and not easily grasped with one hand.
The washing was performed with expert technique, every inch left untouched, washing her whiter and more tender.
This caused 2B's machine body to tremble, a sensation different from kissing.
As if, under Arion's washing, she grew fuller.
2B lowered her head; indeed, that was true.
That little nub had grown larger, something she had never experienced before.
"My machine body feels strange…" 2B tilted her long neck, "It seems to be leaking oil."
"Leaking oil?" Arion leaned in to check, finding the supposed oil and a gap.
"Is this what you mean?"
"Mm," 2B bit her lip and nodded. Not letting him touch was fine, but once touched, the leakage worsened.
"This isn't leaking oil," Arion pressed his lips to 2B's, "this is a sign you're ready… a sign to continue Humans' glory."
With that, Arion pressed 2B against the wall, aiming at the steady leaks, and decisively filled the gap, blocking the oil leak in a heavy thrust.
2B opened her mouth, but only a few indistinct syllables came out—no real words.
They pressed against each other, diving deeper.
Arion had only one judgment: it was incredibly realistic, almost too real to evaluate.
But the thrust was right.
After a bit of getting used to the rhythm, the room echoed with a symphony: a powerful drive, occasionally embellished by high and low female vocals, as if a grand orchestral piece.
As the symphony progressed, the female voices began to crack and rise in pitch, eventually reaching a peak and then abruptly cutting off.
But before Arion could revel in his own accomplishment, endless consumption followed.
Like a small boat at the edge of a whirlpool, they were swallowed up, leaving nothing behind.
Arion widened his eyes, as if this was a raw life-preservation machine devoid of emotion.
The two remained in this glued-together pose for a long while, letting the hot water from the shower rain down.
When the afterglow faded, they separated, washed each other clean, and then wrapped in bathrobes left the bathroom.
The night still felt long.
They slept soundly until dawn.
When Arion woke, sunlight streamed through the window, and 2B sat on the bed, watching him intently.
As a raring man, waking up usually meant full energy.
"Actually, in the morning, you could wake me up in the most manly way."
"The most manly way?"
"The things you did yesterday."
2B understood, leaned down, brushed her hair behind her ear, and gazed at Arion as she began to nuzzle him in different ways.
Satisfied.
After addressing the morning energy, they went to the bathroom to wash up.
Looking in the mirror, 2B's flawless skin and full figure could no longer be suppressed, and once again she wrapped her arms around him from behind, moving with a rolling, fruit-like motion.
After morning training, they cleaned up properly.
2B noticed that after a night, Arion's chin had developed several dark spots. She pointed and asked, "What are those?"
"Beard," Arion said, "Humans men grow it."
"It's my first time seeing them," 2B reached out to touch, finding them a bit rough.
"Male androids don't have facial hair, right?"
"It's the same as you female androids not having body hair?"
"Hmm?"
" Humans females grow hair," Arion pointed to 2B's lower abdomen. Except for the head hair and eyebrows, underarms and below the stomach were clean and bare.
"Of course, there are those without body hair, but just a few… I like you like this."
2B's eyes curved in a smile, and she tiptoed to kiss him.