Automatic Girlfriend - Automatic Girlfriend - Chapter 43

The chef didn’t cheap out on our menu. First, we got a soup and a salad. Then, I was brought a prime rib with mashed potatoes while Amy received a fancy pasta whose name I couldn’t pronounce. We were also poured a wine that looked to be pricey, and the taste was pretty good too.

“I wish I could enjoy it with you.” Amy looked on a bit melancholy.

Since she couldn’t eat, she had merely picked at her soup and salad. I had eaten both of them so that the servants and chef didn’t grow suspicious. However, upon bringing out the prime rib, my stomach grumbled. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to finish my meal. It’d be impossible to eat hers as well.

“L- let me check your points.” I offered.

Amy gave a nod and then leaned forward. I stood up and walked behind her. Her dress was look enough that when I untied the knot behind her neck, I could drop it down enough to see her control panel. The waitress always knocked before entering, so we had complete privacy. When I brought up the menu, I nearly jumped.

Her points had skyrocketed. They were higher than they had ever been before. We had already been saving them up, but this date must have fulfilled the conditions in a way sex couldn’t. Perhaps, the system didn’t deliver points based on novelty, but on affection. Spending time together in ways that brought us closer earned points quicker than pure physical enjoyment, or something like that.

As I did the math, I quickly came to realize that I likely had the points to finally unlock all of her remaining senses. She could finally experience the world as a real person! I started purchasing up all of the necessary sensations. Smell? Bring it. Taste? Naturally! Digestion? Of course! By the time I was done, I just had fine motor skills left. Regretfully, I was just short on a few points.

“By tonight, I will be able to afford it,” I predicted.

“Hmm?” Amy asked.

“How does it feel?” I asked.

Amy blinked and then glanced around. She then let out a sniff, her eyes widened and then she sniffed her food blatantly. At that moment, her stomach growled, and her cheeks turned pink, which looked rather cute.  I checked her stats before tying her dress back up.

Current Girlfriend

Name: Amy

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Brown

Breast-Size: C

Features:

Hearing, Language: Complete Digestive System, English, Perfect Sight, Pubic Hair (Bermuda Triangle), Tactile sense, Functional Eyes, Functional Mouth, Functional Tongue, Sense of Balance, Sense of Smell, Sense of Taste, Speech, Fine Motor Skills, Movement, Saliva

Points: 185

By the time, I walked around the table and sat back down, she was eagerly shoving food into her mouth. I had gotten excited by the explosion of points. Perhaps I had gone a bit too far. After selecting Fine Motor Skills, Sense of Balance had appeared and I realized I’d need that too. The Complete Digestive Tract appeared after both taste and smell were selected. I also gave her perfect Sight, as I was always guilty of making her near-sighted, and to this point, we still never bought her glasses.

In the end, I was just 15 points away from the last trait, Realistic Movements. After that, she would finally be able to move around freely without any disabilities. At that point, we could start focusing on other things. Even so, she had balance and fine motor skills. She could probably move a lot better now. At least, I saw her being able to hold and use the fork naturally, not that she had ever used it before. I wondered how good she’d be at those games now that she had complete control of her body.

The waitress returned, and seeing the previously reserved Amy scarfing down food, she couldn’t help but smile oddly.

“What is it?” I asked, hoping Amy’s behavior wasn’t too obvious.

The waitress let out a laugh. “It’s nothing. I was just intimidated by your girlfriend. I was wondering if she ate at all. She has such a perfect figure, and her skin looks almost like plastic. Ah… not that that’s a bad thing!”

I laughed nervously as Amy licked her plate clean. Her skin didn’t look that unrealistic, even though I didn’t buy realistic skin yet. It just lacked any imperfections. If you touched it, it was perhaps a bit too smooth, but for a man who had never touched a woman before Amy, it was hard for me to tell the difference. At the least, few people had ever mentioned it.

“That was so good.” Amy put her plate down, her eyes looking a bit sad.

“If you enjoyed that so much, is there any room for dessert?” The waitress asked.

“Desert?” She perked up excitedly. “Is it tasty?”

The waitress blinked. “Uh, of course. It’s a brownie served hot with ice cream and caramel drizzle.”

Amy stared at her blankly, so I cut in.

“I think we’ll both get dessert.” I laughed.

The waitress smiled and left the room. When she was gone, Amy lowered her head.

“Was I acting strange?”

“N-no, you’re fine.” I coughed.

“It’s just… suddenly, the world became so vivid. All of these smells and tastes, they’re all so wonderful.” She spoke excitedly and then looked up at me. “I can see you clearer than I ever could before too.”

“I’m glad you can enjoy your time here.”

She smiled coyly at me. “I want honey to enjoy his time here too.”

“I am.” I nodded.

Her hand moved and the fork fell. “Oops! I dropped my fork!”

I didn’t think much of it as she got out of her chair. However, when she didn’t pop up again, I couldn’t help but frown. A few seconds later, I felt two hands spread my legs.

“Ah… A-amy?”

There was a zipping sound, and before I could push her head away, I felt my member being engulfed in her mouth.

“Mmm…” I heard her moan.

“Amy, yo-you don’t have to do that!” I cried out.”

“Honey, this is the taste I like the most!” Amy declared.

It looked like there was no stopping her. I leaned back, allowing her access. That’s when there was a knock on the door. A moment later, the waitress entered. She had two plates with a delicious-looking dessert on them.

She froze, looking around. “Hmm? Where is your girlfriend?’

“Hah?” I asked, my voice a bit stressed. “Ahem… I mean, she went out to use the restroom. You must have missed her!”

What else could I say? Under the table, Amy was sucking on my balls while her hand stroked the shaft. This was a private room, but we still could get kicked out of this restaurant if we misbehaved. Knowing this, I still couldn’t muster up the strength to stop Amy from continuing. It just felt so good. I could hear her sniffing down below, and while it made me shy, she seemed to grow more aggressive the more she tasted. This left me increasingly turned on.

“Oh.” The waitress shrugged and put the two deserts down. “Hopefully, she returns soon. I’d hate for her to come back only for her ice cream to be all melted and her brownie soggy.”

“You don’t need to worry,” I responded in a raspy voice.

She stared at me, as though expecting me to say something else. After I remained silent for a moment, praying she couldn’t hear the wet sucking sounds below, she finally left the room after asking me to call her if I need anything else.

As soon as the door closed, Amy went right back to it, this time her head bobbing up and down. I leaned back and let her do her thing. Her tongue was rough, and it ran along my length and tip. As her saliva built up, the movement of her hand became easier and faster. It was a wonderful feeling, and while I wasn’t sure how her now having a sense of taste would change things, I was certain this was different than before.

As I grew closer and closer, I finally let out a low grunt and released inside her mouth. I held onto the edge of the table as I came. She continued to suck, swallowing all of my cum. This wasn’t the first time she had swallowed, but now that I knew she had a functioning digestive system, there was none of the guilt or worry about where it would go.

When she had milked me dry, she lifted her head and looked me in the eyes.

“I love you, Honey.” She spoke sincerely.

“I-I love you too.” I stuttered.

She smiled and then climbed up, straddling my lap. With her new fine motor skills, she was able to act far more fluidly. I kissed her lips, and then her neck.

“Hah… Honey, your smell makes me feel funny. I’m so horny. Can we go home and fuck?” She begged.

“Ah… what about dessert?” I asked nervously.

“Wouldn’t you rather have me for dessert?” She whispered in my ear, her hips grinding against my groin.

That was all she needed to say. We got the dessert to go.