Chapter 177 – Artemis Rage – Useless Hole
Dinner time.
Across the table, where I was always alone, sits a beautiful girl.
Artemis changed from a tank top that gave off an active impression to a calm white dress.
Earrings, a necklace, a bracelet, her hair hanging down in front of her right shoulder, and a coral-shaped silver brooch attached to it.
She instantly transformed into a young lady from a noble family, but it felt like she was dressed up too much to be an adult, so she just looks cute.
It’s like Gyu-su from a foster family who goes on a date with a man who is older than I in order to secure an arranged marriage arranged by her family. It’s really lovely.
“What? Those eyes.”
“Because it’s cute.”
“Hmph.”
Artemis’s expression was that it wasn’t the reaction she was hoping for, but she didn’t seem to mind being called cute.
So we have dinner together.
Friends, colleagues, companions, masters and servants (who is the master?).
It took a very long time until our first meal after establishing this strange relationship, no matter what you call it.
Today’s menu is Meunier.
Flatfish meat, cultured into a square shape for easy eating, was submerged in butter and cooked until sizzling.
The garnish was a herb that looked similar to rosemary.
Artemis must have been having fun with plant hybridization these days, decorating each meal with unique-looking herbs.
Even when I asked for the name, I stopped being curious because all I got back was a name that sounded like an alien planet mixed with alphabets and numbers.
“Is it delicious?”
Artemis rests her face in her palms on the table and looks at me. As I do so, it seems like a baby full moon appears on the table.
“Huh. “I don’t really like grilled fish, but this is really delicious.”
The savory scent of butter, the spiciness of pepper, and the saltiness of flounder meat fill your mouth.
There wasn’t much conversation during the meal.
I put the food prepared by Artemis in her mouth, and she just looked at me, frame by frame, as if imprinting it on an album.
Her smiling face was kind. She is like a mother feeding her son his first meal after taking a 100-day vacation.
That is the analogy. Because I’ve never experienced it.
“What are you looking at so intently? “It’s not like you see me eat once or twice.”
It’s embarrassing to see it so openly.
“Because it’s our first time eating together. “It’s just that the viewpoint has changed and the sense of smell and space have been added, but it’s so different.”
Artemis taps her fingers on the table.
At that time, I could see that her fingernails were light pink with no paint on them.
The fingernails of the adult Artemis beyond the screen were purple, almost black.
“I think I understand why people place so much importance on meals in their relationships. Just spending this time together warms my heart. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”
She covered her breasts with both her hands. As if you want to feel your heart pounding to the fullest.
“We can stay together for as long as we have a meal.”
“Really?”
“Who should I eat with, you or me? “I’m tired of eating alone now.”
“Good. In that sense, starting tomorrow, eat three meals a day. “I won’t tolerate you skipping breakfast anymore.”
“Huh?”
Why does the story go like this?
“Wait a minute, suddenly?”
“Is skipping breakfast terrible for your health? It worked out well this time. “I’ll fix it.”
Artemis nodded her head again and again, as if she had been waiting for it all this time.
But from my point of view, it is a lightning strike. A leisurely morning is more important to me than anything else. You can never give in.
“I usually don’t eat breakfast. “It’s a habit that’s been around for almost 20 years.”
“That habit is over now.”
“I have no appetite in the morning and no matter what I eat, it doesn’t go away.”
“There will be food waiting for you that is so delicious that it makes sense to say that.”
“No, I mean…”
“I will prepare with all my heart.”
“…”
Her expression was located at the intersection of stubbornness, earnestness, and loveliness.
I gave up answering and silently put the meunier into my mouth. Although I didn’t specifically agree with it, the outcome of this debate has already been decided.
Still, it’s unfair to just ignore it, so I have to say something.
“By the way, Artemis. “A meal is something two people eat together.”
“Huh. “You’re doing that right now, right?”
“If only one of you eats and the other just watches, it’s a treat.”
At the table across from me, the only food properly prepared is in front of me.
In front of Artemis, there was only one napkin, a golden plate of unknown purpose, and a silver cup. Was it just there to match my assortment?
“But I’m not hungry at all. “I have no appetite.”
Even though I offered her several times, she refused.
Since all the food prepared and brought are robots under her control, the plan to feed them anything failed.
“But you’re skinny. When I touched your stomach, I could feel your intestines and uterus. “I need to eat something.”
“That’s too much of an exaggeration.”
Artemis winced and placed her hand on her stomach. I seem to remember the memory of my lower abdomen being warmed by the biosafety bar in the lift.
“It’s not an exaggeration. Look at your body now. The arms and legs are like sticks, and there is no chest. “I don’t think I’ll ever be the sexy person I always see on the other side of the screen.”
Her expression became cold.
“That’s rude. At this point, it’s still just a flower bud. When the time comes, and she blooms, her height will grow, and she will become such a beauty that it will be difficult to even look at her. That useless fat you love so much will fill her tits and ass. Then go and don’t regret anything.”
I feel sorry for her when she speaks as if she is declaring, but if she rants with her girlish face, it just looks cute.
“Okay, okay, I’ll go there and regret it or pray for it.”
I answered half-heartedly and focused on cooking.
In the space we were in, only the sound of clattering dishes echoed.
* * *
When she finished her meal and dessert was served, she took a plate of fruit and went to her seat.
“Try this at least.”
“…”
Push a piece of melon on her fork towards her.
She changed her angle here and there, urging her to open her mouth, but her pink, plump lips didn’t budge. In fact, because I clenched my lips even tighter, the wrinkles in my lips became deeper.
The girl’s gaze is fixed on the melon in front of her.
“I heard it’s really delicious?”
What is contained in the golden eyes is not curiosity about the sweetness of the fruit, but a firm determination to never allow intrusion.
At this point, I also start to feel nauseous.
“Are you coming? Let’s see.”
He placed the corner of the melon piece against her lips and slowly pushed it between them.
“…!”
Her eyebrows twitched, as if she hadn’t expected it to come out like this. She resisted the melon’s invasion by biting harder.
And he glares at me with burning eyes.
“Sorry. “I’ll quit.”
I gave in to her fierce gaze and gave up on feeding her. Instead, I put it in her mouth.
Perfect sweetness of juice and a texture that is neither too firm nor too soft.
“It’s this delicious. Do you plan to live your whole life without knowing this taste?”
Artemis has no answer.
She simply points her finger at her own mouth, which is glistening with her melon juice.
“Okay.”
She picked up the napkin placed in front of her and wiped her lips.
Her soft lips move here and there according to my touch. A fantastic texture that is softer than her belly fat.
“Okay, I cleaned everything.”
“The taste is pretty good. “Why should I obtain energy in such an inefficient way as you?”
As soon as she wiped it all off, she said as if she had been waiting.
“We chew organic matter with our teeth and swallow it, and dissolve, absorb, and dehydrate it with our digestive organs, which make up the majority of our organs…”
Artemis’ voice changed subtly in the last part. It’s like she’s saying something she really doesn’t want to say.
“Wow, you made it out of solid material and pushed it out in such a ridiculous position! In addition, I wipe the exit without any commitment until it is clean…”
She couldn’t finish her sentence and closed her mouth.
“Hey, why don’t you talk dirty while eating?”
“Profit!”
Artemis’ face is half resentment and half anger. It feels like protesting, ‘Who made me say this!’
I’ve felt this for a long time, but this guy. Whether she is in the form of an adult or a girl, no one can match the fierceness of her angry glare.
“So what pleasure is there in eating like that?”
Although it has not been explained so far, Artemis was actually eating her own meal.
My eyes turned to a strange cable coming down from the ceiling.
They were gathered together and fixed to the chair where Artemis sat, and long, abundant silver hair was wrapped around the connection part of the cable.
We are providing purified energy through her upper cervical spine. You could call it charging.
“To be sent out after eating. That’s a completely natural thing for any living creature. It’s not ugly. For some people, it may be a small way to relieve stress.”
“I don’t want to know that!”
Artemis made a truly disgusted face.
“Besides, charging with her hair, at first I thought it was some kind of Medusa?”
When we sat on the chair, the sight of her hair moving and connecting with the cable as if it were alive was like watching a B-grade horror movie.
“Why, there is a charging hole at the waist or something, so you can click it like plugging in an electric cord! “Isn’t it common to combine them?”
“You have limited imagination. “It’s not like a toy or a doll. I don’t like things like that.”
She was scared.
“Do you even realize how amazing this technology is?”
She then proudly smoothed her own hair.
“I don’t know.”
“There are too many unnecessary holes in the human body to begin with.”
Artemis placed her palms on her own chest with a proud look on her face.
“I have no intention of turning this beautiful body into a rag full of holes.”
“Wait for a sec. A useless hole?”
In her declaration she recalled some terrible assumptions. It’s a scene that makes me feel sick just thinking about it.
“Artemis.”
I grabbed both of her shoulders with a determined look.
“I have a very important question.”
“What, what?”
“It’s not like there aren’t any holes that should be there, right? “They said they didn’t need it just in case.”
If her dislike of organic matter is extraordinary, she is quite likely to commit it.
“Smack it? “What?”
The next moment, her face lit up.
I don’t know if it’s because of shame or anger.
“Are you crazy?!” “You call that a question?”
Is this a side effect of gaining a physical body? When she’s embarrassed, her tongue and lips can’t keep up with her intellect, so she stutters.
“Are you okay?!”
Her golden eyes rolled back and forth as she asked, shaking her slender shoulders. Not because I was dizzy, but because of shame.
“… Ugh!”
She tilted her head away and nodded softly.
“Why get rid of them…”
Her voice was crawling like an ant.
