Press 3 to find an injured heroine

Thank you for your purchase. You will encounter your robo-slut within the week. She'll be a bit of a handful at first, but stick with it. You can't help but win her over.

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In all honesty, I should have seen what was coming. After a few painfully slow days of waiting, I was awoken to a loud crash around two am. Sufficiently alert, as one would expect, I got out of bed and ran to the window. There, in my backyard, was a figure. It was female...and I could take a guess as to who it was. I could see bits of green clothing...from the small fires that were around her. Jesus, how had they even done that? Did they drop her from orbit?

Either way, I rushed outside, stomping out the fire quickly. Using the flashlight app on my phone, I was able to see Buttercup clearly. Her clothes were torn in numerous places and scorched in others. She was covered in dirt. ...and seemingly not breathing.

I don't know if breathing is a thing a robo-slut MUST do...but it was something she probably should be doing for the sake of being convincing. Now, I don't know much about proper CPR, but I figured it wouldn't matter. Tilting her head back, I opened her mouth and inhaled deeply before pressing my lips to hers, blowing into her. Okay, the next part was...compressions. I almost hesitated before remembering that she was going to have sex with me eventually. No chance of sexual harassment accusations from her. Placing my hands over the left side of her chest, I pressed down. Hopefully her big baps didn't absorb the impact too much.

I counted out five compressions before blowing into her mouth again. Rinse and repeat. Finally Buttercup's right eye flew open. The other seemed to be stuck shut to make her look more injured. She coughed and panted before trying to sit up. "Hey, hey, hey...calm down. You need a doctor," I told her, hoping she didn't hold me to that as I held her down.

"M fine," she mumbled. "Fine?" I repeated. "You weren't breathing a second ago." Pushing me gently, she managed to sit up before clutching her chest. "I said I'm fine," Buttercup hissed. "I've had worse." Wasn't sure if that was true, but that made no difference, I guess.

Sighing, I knelt down and put her arm around my shoulder. "What the fuck...?" she tried to shout before coughing. I began bringing her inside. "If you're not going to accept a doctor, you're going to at least get out of the cold," I told her. Honestly, I was starting to shiver. She stammered, trying to make an excuse or something, but I ignored her. As I entered, my cat ran off, hiding from the stranger I had brought inside.

Bringing her into the living room, I laid her onto the couch gently. I probably should have let her have the bed, but I honestly didn't want to drag her upstairs. She wasn't exactly being cooperative. The only reason I got her inside was that she didn't have the strength to really struggle. "Alright. You're staying here until you're well enough to leave," I told her. She tried to argue, but I had placed her head on a pillow. She was out like a light. ...well. At least she was breathing now. I thought about going to bed, but I decided against it. Instead, I sat in my reclining chair. Wasn't easy, but I managed to get back to sleep.