Two Months Later

So time passed.

Over the course of the next week you and Chi-Chi had fucked like rabbits in practically every spot in the house. The bathroom, the kitchen, the living room, the garage, the basement, and even the guest room. None of her holes went unused.

Unfortunately, once that week was over you had to return to the necessary daily grind at work. You had taken the week off so you could take the time to enjoy your new robo-slut wife, but since that time had passed you had A LOT of hours to make up for.

Thus, you had to go back into the office.

Thankfully the addition of Chi-Chi into your life made things easier. She would get up early enough to make you breakfast to eat at home and a lunch to take with you to work. That saved you time and money during your lunch break when you'd previously just go out with some of your coworkers. When you got back home it was always to a clean house and a delicious dinner.

The guys at work were envious that you had been able to afford a robo-slut but ultimately happy for you, while your female coworkers predictably thought it was weird, gross and ****.

Lately though, you noticed there was something bothering Chi-Chi. There was a strange dissatisfaction to her. She was still always happy to see you and do anything you asked of her, but you could tell she wanted something.

So one night, while the two of you were just lounging on the couch watching TV together, you decided to ask her

“Chi, is there something bothering you?” you ask, absentmindedly resting a hand on her hip.

“Oh, it’s nothing sweetie.” she shakes his head.

“I don't think it's nothing. You seem like want something and don't know how to ask for it.”

She sighs, “Well, it's just… Ever since you went back to work it's been me just in the house most of the day. I know you work hard to provide for us though which is why I didn't say anything.”

That made sense. Much like humans, robo-sluts are social creatures. Keeping her cooped up in the house all alone most of the time would inevitably make her a bit anxious.

“So you want me to spend more time at home?” you take a stab.

Chi-Chi shakes her head, “No, no. I don't want to get in the way of your work. It doesn't have to be YOU specifically. I just… want someone to talk to while you're at the office. It'd be nice to see Bulma again.”

Ehhh, buying one robo-slut was expensive enough. You had to save up for months to afford Chi-Chi. You'd have to start saving up again to afford a Bulma.

Still, you wanted Chi-Chi to be happy. This was a dilemma.