Maidroid May

"...You didn't really change much, huh?"

I checked May out after she returned and gave my impression. Well, the

ones that got changed were mostly internal stuff like the synthetic

skeleton, muscle fibers, power source, and electronic brain, so I guess it

made sense that her appearance mostly remained the same.

"Yes. There was no change to my external appearance. Would it have

been better if it was changed as well?"

"No, it's better this way."

I shook my head at May's question. Well, even though she seemed to

have not changed much, I'm sure her overall specs and performance far

outstrip even combat-specialized robots. In other words, she's

completed her transformation into a super maidroid. I bet she can even

go toe to toe with me even if I wore my custom power armor. Although

she'd have to be equipped with the appropriate weapons in order to do

so.

"Also, since I've been upgraded, a lot more functions have been

unlocked."

"More functions?"

"Yes. I've gained a sense of taste, and have been installed with a cooking

program, so I can even rival the performance of an auto-cooker. A

detailed sense of touch has also been implemented, so I can perform

even more comfortable massages."

"Massage, huh. That sounds good. Maybe I'll have you give me a session

every time I finish working out."

"Of course."

May nodded in agreement after hearing my suggestion.

And, uh, this might go without saying, but I'm pretty sure May has been

given the required abilities to perform 'those' kinds of stuff. Y'know…

Those. It can't be helped since it was one of the biggest contributing

factors to the continued development of the AI community, and it

deeply ties in with their sense of identity.

Ugh. This is no good. Since Chris began staying with us, lots of things

ended being pent up for a while now. I have to get my mind out of the

gutter. This is not the time to be thinking about that sort of stuff. The

fact that this place stimulates those sorts of desires doesn't help too.

"Please take good care of her!"

"Uh, yeah, that goes without saying."

Ugh. I still can't help but think in 'that' direction after hearing that. I'm

sure what the receptionist gynoid meant was just to properly maintain

and care for my personal maidroid from now on, but I ended up taking

it as her saying I can now freely have my way with said maidroid. I just

can't help but feel guilty; especially since I'll be bringing her back home

and have her stay with the women who I've had physical relations with.

Do you guys get it? My chest feels kinda heavy because of the sense of

guilt.

And for the record, I didn't buy May with those kinds of intentions in

mind. Due to her specs, she can serve as a competent bodyguard, as

well as a talented AI secretary with a powerful positron brain designed

for really complex calculations. I definitely got what I paid for with her.

So I guess there's no use feeling this guilty after all. That's surely the

case. Yeah…

"..."

I gave May a once-over again.

She sported long, glossy, black hair. Her dark eyes, akin to obsidian

jewels, shone brightly behind stylish red-framed glasses. She didn't

display much of an expression, but it's exactly due to this that she had

the look of a cool beauty. Placed neatly on top of her head was a white

maid headdress, and she wore Victorian-style maid clothes that hugged

her superb body lines. In other words, she was extremely beautiful.

"...?"

May tilted her head cutely at my continued scrutiny. Ugh. Perhaps this

gesture of hers was also added by the makers in order to make her

seem even cuter. Each and every movement of hers was picturesque

and worthy of a thousand paintings, and they had the almost magical

quality of captivating all who witnessed them, making them a prisoner

of her charms.

"No, it's nothing. I just thought about how your performance has been

majorly improved despite not having changed much in appearance."

"Can you really perceive how much my overall abilities and power have

improved just by visual assessment, Master?"

May then flexed her biceps, as if to show off her improved power. You

really like that pose, don't you? It is kinda cute though.

"Um… Oh, right. You also got supplied with weapons, right? What kind

of weapons are they?"

"Do you want to take a look at them?"

"Yeah, please show them to me."

May then took out a black steel ball from somewhere. What is it? Some

kind of grenade?

"This is made out of compressed metal alloy used to make high-grade

power armor, military battleship hulls, and the like. Utilizing my

throwing power, the impact from it will be able to penetrate the

defenses of standard power armors and deal fatal damage to the pilot

within. I can also adjust the power to only give incapacitating injuries

instead of fatal ones."

"It's simple but brutal."

"This is a security baton made with the same material. With my current

strength, a hit with this baton at full swing can crush standard power

armors and deal damage to the pilot within as well."

May took out a 40 cm long black alloy baton from who knows where

again. Just where is she storing this stuff? It didn't seem all that fancy,

but it sure looked pretty tough.

Even so, she keeps using power armors as an example to be destroyed.

Does she feel a sort of rivalry between her and power armors? Maybe

she wants to prove she's the better machine or something? But they

can't even converse with people like androids can, so what's the point

of competing with them?

Anyway, it looks like all of the weapons May took out kinda had a

primitive feel to them, and focused greatly on destruction via physical

impact. It looks like May prefers to be up close and personal when in

combat.

"Krishna already has a wide assortment of energy weapons, so I

focused on getting physical ones."

"I see."

She does have a point. There are things like laser rifles and a laser

launcher inside Krishna's cargo hold after all. It seems May focused on

weapons that can be easily concealed as well.

"We will deliver the rest of your orders to your ship later!"

"Ah, mm."

I kinda got worn out after looking at all the low-tech, primitive, blunt

force weapons May ended up purchasing.

"Now then, we'll have to check her movement functions next!"

"Movement functions?"

"Yes! Please go ahead and feel directly with your body if her specs are to

your liking. We can't have customers coming back here and

complaining about this and that after the fact, you see. It would have a

negative impact on the image of our company."

The receptionist gynoid then gave me a somewhat suspect smile as she

made a fist. She then kept thrusting her thumb in and out between her

index and middle finger. I wrapped her outstretched fist within my

hands and lowered it. The receptionist gynoid tilted her head cutely in

puzzlement.

"It's the standard procedure you know?"

"Oh c'mon. You bring this up on me all of a sudden and expect me to just

say OK!?"

"More than 90% of our customers agree with it straight away though.

Anyway, that's just the kind of existence we all are. You don't have to

worry about it so much, sir."

"You're too nonchalant about all this! I don't even know what to say

anymore!"

"Oh come on, sir. It's not like you aren't interested in that sort of stuff,

right?"

The refreshing smile on the female gynoid's face changed into a lewd

one. Dammit! Of course, I'm interested!

"Anyway, it's part of the procedure, sir. May-san, please."

"Yes."

May hugged one of my arms and started pulling me toward who knows

where. Gaah! This soft sensation enveloping my arm is just… No, wait,

hold up! Ugh. She's strong! Really strong! I can't seem to hold my

ground one bit.

"Wait, wait, wait! Calm down, May. Mimi and the others are waiting for

us back at the ship!"

"...You don't want me?"

For the first time, May displayed a sorrowful expression. Graaaaaah!

That's just cheating. Since she's normally expressionless, the impact of

seeing her act like this was more than double.

"...I-I do want you."

"Really? Alright then."

May returned to her usual cold expression and started pulling me again.

Did Mimi and Elma know this was going to happen so they didn't insist

on coming along? Were they really both aware of this? It can't be.

No, that's probably not it. I'm overthinking things. Yeah, I'm sure I am. I

hope. Yosh! Now that it's come to this, I say bring it! Since this android

maid was overflowing with service spirit, then I have no choice but to

take her on. I'm gonna do this, guys! And I ain't gonna lose!