Reincarnated as Nobita Nobi Chapter 73 73: The Arrival of the Robot Girl

After that intense battle, I finally got to stroke Lotte's golden hair as she lay in my arms. Her soft body pressed against mine, and I couldn't resist diving in for more. I thrust into her eagerly, feeling the warmth and tightness of her pussy wrapping around . She moaned and writhed under , her experience making every movent electric. We fucked passionately, her breasts bouncing as I pounded away, until we both collapsed in exhaustion.

Once we caught our breath, Lotte looked at with those determined eyes and said she wanted to join my harem. I was thrilled. Using Doraemon's useful Useful Vending Machines, I sold off all the treasure we'd gotten, turning it into a ton of cash. I handed it all over to her, but she ended up using it to renovate the castle. The whole place got a massive makeover and beca totally livable again—like a proper ho.

I was itching to go another round with her, to feel her body against mine again, but Lotte apologized and explained she had to head back to her school in Germany. Apparently, German schools are super tough to graduate from, so she had no choice. She promised she'd visit every now and then, though. It sucked, but I had to say goodbye to her for now.

On the bright side, the robot Doraemon had ordered finally showed up.

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Back in my room, Doraemon was all excited and said, "Nobita, the robot you wanted has been delivered from the Future Departnt Store!"

He reached into the space-ti tunnel in his drawer and pulled out this pale arm, then yanked hard until an entire person ca tumbling out. It was a beautiful young girl, with erald-colored hair just like Clem and the others, topped off with an adorable red ribbon. She wore a yellow sundress and red boots, and man, those long, slender legs peeking out from under the dress were driving my imagination wild—I could already picture them wrapped around .

I stared at her in surprise. She looked so real, so gorgeous. Was this seriously a robot?

Doraemon saw how happy I was and smiled as he introduced her: "Let introduce you. She's a Robot girl from the future."

The Robot girl knelt down, bowed politely, and said with a smile, "I'm Roboko. Please take care of !"

"I'm Nobita. Nice to et you too!" I replied, trying to be courteous.

"Well, I'll be going now. You two get along well! I won't disturb you," Doraemon said, giving us so space like the good friend he is.

Before he left, he whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, I already set her to like you." He winked at suggestively, and I knew exactly what he ant—she was programd for more than just chores.

Then Doraemon smiled and closed the door, leaving alone with her in the room.

Doraemon, you're the best bro ever—even hooking your buddy up with a girl.

But sothing felt off. I'd originally planned to buy a pretty robot maid, not a full-on girlfriend robot. Oh well, who cares? She's a cutie, and beauty is justice.

With that in mind, I happily started chatting with her. At one point, with her permission, I gently poked her skin. It felt so real, so soft and warm—like actual human flesh. Future tech is insane!

Later, I found out she had 100,000 horsepower. Damn, she's like a female T-rex!

That made a bit intimidated—could she handle things gently, or would she accidentally crush during... you know?

Just as I was about to take her out for a walk, she said sothing that made my heart sink.

"Nobita, you're not allowed to like anyone but !" Her cheeks flushed, but her gaze was dead serious.

Oh crap, she's a yandere! I suddenly rembered the original story with this robot. This was bad—if she found out about Shizuka, or Lotte, or all the other girls I'd fucked, she'd probably snap and kill on the spot.

I nervously laughed it off, avoiding a direct answer. She seed to pick up on my hesitation, and her expression turned displeased.

I quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her out the door before she could push it further! Along the way, I was super relieved we didn't run into Shizuka or any of the other girls. What if she went berserk and started a fight?

I led her through the empty lot, across streets and bridges, and past the baseball field. I kept smiling, chatting, and pointing out the sights to keep things light.

Seeing all this scenery so different from the future, and feeling my gentleness, she started to relax. Her true girlish side ca out, all cute and innocent.

Just when I thought things were going smoothly, I spotted a dog by the roadside. My old instincts kicked in—I couldn't help whistling to play with it!

As I was happily watching the dog wag its tail, I felt this sharp gaze on my back. Soone threw a punch from behind, but not at .

Quick as lightning, I used my psychic powers to fling the dog away. The spot where it'd been got smashed by the punch.

This was way too extre! I stared wide-eyed at the furious Roboko.

"You care so much about soone other than !" she said angrily.

Damn, jealous of a dog? That's next-level crazy!

This was bad—I couldn't take her ho like this. She'd cause total chaos!

I grabbed her hand again and ran toward the mountain behind town.

That was the only spot without people around.

She wanted to resist at first, but for so reason, she let pull her along.

When we got to the mountain, I let go of her hand. Looking at her jealous face, I was stumped. Should I just return her?

But nah, that didn't feel right. Thanks to Doraemon, I see robots as real people now. I didn't want her treated like a defective product, just like how Doraemon almost was. It's that sa kindness from my past self.

Suddenly, I had a realization. Like my old self, I'm super sensitive to heart stuff, especially loneliness.

I thought back to when we passed the baseball field and streets. I'd noticed her envious looks at groups of people, with this inexplicable loneliness in her eyes.

Yeah, I got it now.

"You must have been very lonely in the future," I said gently.

She looked confused. Why wasn't I blaming her? Why was I saying this instead?

"Actually, you long for friends too, don't you? I saw how you looked at those people playing together," I continued softly.

"I..." She seed to get what I ant. She went silent, her anger and jealousy fading.

I knew I was onto sothing.

"If you're willing, could you tell about your experiences?" I asked tenderly.

She was quiet for a while.

"Alright..." she finally said.

A gentle breeze blew by, rustling her long hair and seeming to carry away her worries.

I led her to sit beneath the thousand-year-old cedar tree, listening quietly as she began her story. In my view, only under this ancient tree that had witnessed so much history could one properly recount a painful past.