The science convention center was a dazzling display of intellect and innovation, a gathering of the brightest minds from around the world. Held in a sprawling glass building, the event was a labyrinth of booths and displays, showcasing cutting-edge technology, groundbreaking research, and mind-blowing experiments, each one accompanied by its respective Ultimate scientist. The air was filled with the hum of machinery and the excited chatter of attendees, each one eager to learn and share their knowledge.
Miu Iruma, Ultimate Inventor, found herself in an unexpected predicament at the conference. Surrounded by fellow science students, discussing the latest breakthroughs and theories, she should have been exhilarated. Yet, instead of feeling inspired, she felt an overwhelming sense of stress and unease. And for the life of her, she just could not figure out why. Of course, it only frustrated and embarrassed her more. Usually, she prided herself on her intellect and confidence, but today, all she felt was—
Jesus fuckin' CHRIST! My legs are shakin' like I'm havin' a damn orgasm over here, except I ain't even HORNY! This was not the fun type of stress, tension, or pressure bubbling up inside of her. I ain't on my period or anything like that either, so why am I so damn hormonal today?!
The Golden, Glorious, Gorgeous Girl-Genius wracked her Golden, Glorious, Gorgeous Girl-Genius brains, but nothing came to her. It was like an itch she couldn't scratch! She tried to focus on the presentations and exhibits, but restlessness reigned supreme, alongside frustration.
What if my display sucks? What if I fuck something up? All these Hope's Peaks snobs here. Ah, there it was. This was no ordinary science conference, rather, one with a large reward at the end of it: a fully paid-for custom lab. Oooh, what I could do with a toy like that…!
But first, she actually had to win. Which meant impressing the judges. Ordinarily, Miu would've been the most impatient to show off all her goods and goodies, but today, her stomach was in knots. Last time I felt like this, I had the WORST case of IBS EVER! But what the fuck though, bro? This isn't like me at all! I'm NEVER not confident. I'm Miu Fuckin' Iruma, God damn it!
As her wired mind continued to fire off in all directions, she suddenly thought of her robot companion, Kiibo.
Damn it, Kiibo! Of all the weekends to visit Prof. Idabashi! But of course, Miu would never begrudge him the chance to visit his own father/creator. I'm not THAT much of a heartless bitch. Whaddya think is in these nice, round, tiddies o' mine?!
But even so, Miu was suddenly acutely aware of how… vulnerable and exposed she felt without Kiibo there. Naked, even! I feel SO violated! Ugghhh! She moaned, a fresh sweat breaking out over her brow. Damn it, Kiibo!
And damn herself! This wasn't like The Miu Iruma at all! Suddenly needing to think of a man to keep her calm?! Fuck outta here with that noise! And yet, her aching and desperate mind returned to Kiibo faster and faster after that first thought she had of him.
Kiibo had a soft, smooth voice. He was slow, pensive, and thoughtful, careful with his words and answers, even if he didn't always know what he was saying or talking about. He was confused, which sometimes made him fiery and defensive, a little bit like Miu herself, but there was also a sort of gentle softness and sweetness about him, an innocent and almost childish curiosity. Kind of like Miu… sometimes…
As a robot, he was essentially a sentient computer, an expert with numbers and mathematics. Miu didn't always like raw-dogging raw data, but she understood that math was inextricable from science. They were a good team, even if they weren't always like two puzzle pieces that fit together exactly right. Real humans and robots jostled around a bit. But to Miu, the friction was all part of the fun!
If only… No! If only his stupid metal ass could've been there… But God, how miraculous and humiliating it was. Just a thought, and she already felt a little bit calmer. Not by much, but it was noticeable, and any time she thought of him, it was like that.
B-b-but I'm a strong, independent Miu who don't need no man-droid! But… she sure would've liked to have her friend around…
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"All right, Kee-boy, so ya ready?!" Miu bellowed confidently as she placed and strapped a camera right between her breasts.
"I- I- I think so!" the robot stuttered, trying to get the camera's static interference to decrease as it transmitted right to his eyes/visual visor/sensors.
"A'ight! Let's go pro, Kiibo!" Hands on her hips, Miu stared up at the sprawling glass building of the science convention center. This time, she all but kicked in the door in her blind rush of confidence. Of course, Miu Iruma—as the Ultimate Inventor and Golden, Glorious, Gorgeous Girl-Genius—was able to think up a brilliant solution to her initial problem eventually. Now Kiibo was snugged between her tits, right on her heart.
"A Go Pro!" she'd announced proudly as Kiibo opened his "present", even though it wasn't even his birth (or build?) day yet.
"For…?" Kiibo raised the little, cube-shaped camera to his eyes, red laser beams emitting from them to scan the other machine.
Sexy, naughty voyeur and video stuff! "The science con!" Miu's grin stretched ear to ear as she crossed her arms and gave no context for anything.
Oh well, I am used to it now. If Kiibo was human, he would've sighed. As it stood, though, he was a robot, and robots did not need oxygen.
As he expected, though, the answer eventually revealed itself to him. It was all part and parcel of being the "Golden, Glorious, Gorgeous Girl-Genius". Miu's mind could run so fast that it would all make sense to her, but everyone else would be left in the dust. Kiibo, however, knew enough about Miu by then to know that eventually, he would catch up.
She wanted me… to go to the con with her. Kiibo felt touched as he surveyed the impressive line of displays, Miu making sure to shove her breasts directly over each and every table so that Kiibo could get a good look at all of it. The poor Ultimate scientists that manned each booth could only question who the heck the pink girl with the Go Pro snugged inside her chest was and how she got into the con at all!
Great! Great! This is all just GREAT! Miu thought, able to enjoy herself more thoroughly now that she had Kiibo with her "in spirit". She hadn't won the other convention, but this one was offering a scholarship to aid in the construction of a customized lab. It was still not as sweet of a deal as being handed the golden key to a lab completely paid for by someone else, but a scholarship was better than $0.00.
And although Miu wanted desperately to win, some of the stress of the previous con was gone now that Kiibo was there to keep Miu calm. Even if she lost, everything would be ok. She and Kiibo would do something fun to forget about it later. Everything would be all right, no matter what. There was no need to be stressed, worried, or afraid.
And best of all, thank God, he has no idea! Miu sighed in relief. Not only could Kiibo not see her face because of the angle of the camera, but Miu wanting to bring her robot classmate to a science con was hardly an out-of-character thing for her, so Kiibo had no idea how much he was helping her just by being there (even though he wasn't technically there). It was embarrassing, but at least in that moment, Miu could admit it… To herself. With you, I can withstand any triumph or disappointment. Now… let's go pro, Kiibo! Time to fuck these bitches UUPP!
AN: For my friend, whom I do indeed sometimes think about to calm me down. Thanks, bud! You know who you are ;)