In order to fulfill a certain contract, Sobom has been pretending to be a cleaning robot.
Cold sweat trickles down her back.

“Robot.”

His indifferent voice, and once again his hand touches something dangerous beneath the shower gown.

“But instead of washing rags… can’t you do something else?”

Her startled gaze lifts straight to Dogyeol’s eyes.
Gulp. Without realizing it, Sobom swallows hard, her throat tight with tension.

“Oh my. Your face is really hot. Is it a battery issue?”

He kneels down on one knee.
Just as she lowers her eyes in unease, she meets Dogyeol’s gaze—he’s looking up at her with a playful smile.

“I’d better check.”

His smiling hand slowly lifts the hem of her maid outfit.
Sobom flinches at the unexpected sensation, biting down hard on her lip.

“Feels just like a human thigh.
…Was the battery slot here?”