But the Miss 2b before him was clearly a robot he had personally built; strictly speaking, she was just a cold machine.
Yet, at this moment, as she moved, he inexplicably felt a blushing sensation towards her mechanical body. This was truly seeing ghosts.
Could it be that a pervert resided within his heart?
No, no, no, that's not it. I'm not a pervert. It must be because I made her too lifelike.
Yes, that must be it!
"creator, a rapid heart rate has been detected, and there is severe congestion in your lower body. Does creator require 2B to assist you?"
Just as Loren was struggling internally, Miss 2b suddenly looked at him with concern.
At the same time, her slender fingers, like green onions, were about to touch his sensitive area.
However, before she could touch him, Loren quickly stepped back, skillfully avoiding her fingers.
He was currently in a stimulated state. If Miss 2b were to touch him now, he might just lose control on the spot.
If that happened, he would be incredibly embarrassed.
And the 2B before him was a general-purpose combat robot he had built. Her purpose was for combat, to protect himself.
She wasn't a pleasure robot, not for doing 'that' kind of thing. There was a big difference between the two.
Of course, if he insisted on 2B helping him with some 'blushy' things, it seemed there wouldn't be a problem either.
But at this moment, he hadn't prepared himself mentally. After all, the other party had a steel body. No matter how strong he was, he couldn't move iron!
"Stop. Putting on your clothes is the best help you can give me."
Loren said as he handed the prepared Gothic dress to 2B.
"Okay, creator, 2B obeys all of creator's arrangements."
2B obediently took the clothes Loren handed over and quickly put them on.
In just a few minutes, Miss 2b, with a Gothic style identical to the original world, appeared before Loren.
Looking at 2B dressed in the long skirt, Loren finally felt a little better.
But the fire ignited in his heart by 2B could not be extinguished. It seemed he would have to call a few more maids tonight to put out the fire.
Dressed, 2B was like a radiant elf goddess. She took light, dancing steps and twirled in front of Loren.
Then, she said with a gentle and joyful expression, "creator, this outfit is so beautiful. 2B likes it very much. Thank you for creator's gift."
Because the intelligent system makes 2B simulate the demeanor and behavior of real human women, at this moment, she looked like an intellectual and elegant beauty.
Despite being a robot, her every move exuded an elegance and charm that many human women lacked. This feeling was truly wonderful.
But it was also quite ironic. The things that normal human women were gradually losing were possessed by a robot. This was truly something else.
Seeing 2B happily twirling in front of him, Loren couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions.
He had to admit, this intelligent system was too anthropomorphic, almost to the point where it was hard to distinguish between real and fake.
Just based on her appearance and behavior, who would recognize that she was a robot!
But this was also good, making it convenient for him to keep her by his side at all times in the future.
He knew that the main purpose of building 2B was for her to become his personal bodyguard and protect his personal safety.
Before this, he had worried that 2B's behavior might be too mechanical and easily detected by others.
But now he had no need to worry at all. The Miss 2b before him was almost indistinguishable from a real person.
Thus, he could have her follow him at all times as his private secretary.
With this thought, he immediately issued an order to 2B.
"2B, from now on, you will follow me as my secretary and perform protective duties, understood?"
"Understood. From now on, protecting creator's life safety will be my highest priority mission. Even if my body is shattered, I will definitely complete the mission."
"Very good. Since you will be staying by my side from now on, you can just call me Boss starting now."
"Okay, Boss!"
"Mm, alright. Put on these black military goggles! They suit your temperament better."
Loren said, handing the military goggles he had personally built to 2B.
In the original world, 2B always wore something similar to an eye mask.
But in reality, it wasn't an eye mask but a standard-issue military goggle, mainly used for scouting the enemy's situation.
Hearing Loren's command, 2B put on the black military goggles without the slightest hesitation.
Instantly, the previously intellectual and elegant 2B immediately gained a hint of coolness and killing intent.
And looking at 2B like this, Loren nodded with great satisfaction.
"This is more like it. This is the Miss 2b in my impression, the top figure in the 3D area!" Loren muttered to himself, a hint of a mischievous smile on his face.
"Boss, what is the top figure in the 3D area?" Hearing Loren's words, 2B asked with a hint of curiosity.
"Nothing. Girls shouldn't ask too many questions. Anyway, it's not you, that's for sure." Hearing this, Loren gave an awkward smile and casually brushed it off.
"But I clearly heard you say it was me." 2B showed a look of suspicion.
"Is that so? Then you misheard. I clearly said Tifa. It seems your auditory system is having problems. I'll fix it for you later."
"Is that right?"
"Of course."
"Then who is Tifa?"
"Didn't I just say? She's the top figure in the 3D area!"
"Okay! It seems my auditory system is indeed malfunctioning." 2B lightly scratched her ear, like a cute little girl.
And just as Loren was still admiring the 2B he had personally built, a phone rang in the secret laboratory.
Hearing the phone ring, Loren frowned. This was the ringtone Freddy used to contact him from outside the laboratory.
In the past month or so, in order to build 2B, he had barely left the laboratory half a step.
All his food was delivered to the door by Freddy, the butler, and then carried in by himself.
But it was only 10 AM now, not mealtime yet. Freddy contacting him at this time must be for other important matters.
Connecting the call, Freddy's slightly solemn voice immediately came from the other end of the phone.
"Young Master, the murderer who shot the Master has been caught."
A simple sentence immediately caused Loren's expression to completely darken.
"Where is he?"
"He is currently being held at the police station and is under interrogation. Do you need to go see him?"
"Mm, prepare the car immediately. I want to interrogate him myself."