Plugged In: I got Isekai'd into a Sexbot (Now I Must Save The World)-Chapter 81: Pip’s Guide to Pillow Talk

The dinner table in the witches’ enchanted cottage looks like something straight out of a painting. Glowing root-wood benches, fruit platters suspended by flower stems and magical plates that refill themselves with forest delicacies.

But no one’s paying attention to the food.

Because the entire table keeps twitching... each time a high-pitched squeal or guttural moan escapes from the room next door.

Inside, Pip has the eldest of three witch sisters twisted across a plush bed, covered in velvety leaves and flower petals. She tries to whimper through clenched teeth, but her breath gets stolen each time Pip presses his pelvis into her thighs.

He changes position with one, swift motion, flipping her regally, her face landing softly into a pillow. Then he mounts her like a king taking an erotically decadent throne.

He clutches the back of her neck gracefully, finger tips pulsing with pleasure magics while his other hand cradles her hips.

[Activating Divine Touch. Lv. 1]

Her head jerks back, eyes twisting over themselves as a moan escapes through clenched teeth.

Pip starts slow. Deep rhythmic pulses of pleasure echoing through her bones. allowing her mind and muscles a moment to adjust.

Then he centers his balance, wraps an arm tightly around her waist, and sends her a gentle thought wave.

"Brace yourself."

She yelps and bites her lip.

[Activating Power Thrust Lv. 1]

[Increasing Thrust output to 235%]

A rasping scream-moan of pleasure rattles the room door before dying down into blissed-filled whimpers.

Ka’Lula chokes on a honeyroot bun, giggling. "That was a new one."

Penelo’s ears twitch. "Was that the sound of a soul leaving a mid-orgasm, or am I just imagining things?"

"I think I heard levitation magic," Veena chuckles, one eye twitching as she tries to focus on a map spread across the table, covered in notes and sticky leaves.

"I’m telling you," Penelo grins, "that was the sound of her soul leaving her body and then coming back to give Pip a high-five."

From the corner, Vuvi groans and flops back into her moss-cushioned chair, flask clinking at her lips. "This is the worst mission ever. You know what I had three days ago? I had hope. I had dignity."

"And now you have a flask full of moonberry rum," Veena mutters.

"Half a flask," Vuvi grins as she raises the flask. "So much for peace and quiet."

They all sit in semi-silence for a moment... until another muffled shriek peels out from behind the enchanted door, shaking the dinnerware as the cottage foundations groan in protest.

Lula and Penelo break into laughter again as Penelo tosses a toasted nut into Lula’s mouth. They high-five, giggling like old friends.

Veena scribbles notes in the margin of the map like she’s grading a magical thesis while Sera is curled up on a rug nearby, polishing her sword while humming along to the rhythm of the squeals escaping the bedroom.

Zora lounges upside-down from a vine, reading a book titled A Mages Guide To Erotic Divine Engines and How to Enchant Them, occasionally nodding as if something in the witch’s pleasured howls confirms his research.

"So," Veena says, tapping the map. "This next village... actually more of a town. It’s a trade hub. Pretty important place. Called Nettle Husk. It sits right at the western trade ring before the mountain passes to the dwarven kingdoms."

"That’s the one with all the ore merchants, right?" Sera asks, moving in beside Veena.

"Yup. We’ll probably want to take the opportunity to stock up. It’s a two-week journey from there to the dwarf border, and most of that is either mountain or canyon country."

Sera stretches, cracking her back. "Two weeks through open country. No inns. No towns. Just us and the road."

"And Pip," Penelo chirps.

Lula adds, "Always Pip."

From the side hall, a sudden, intense shriek cuts the conversation short.

Penelo clutches her face, eyes wide. "That was like... a revelation scream."

"Remind me to ask her for a detailed report.," Zora mutters with concern.

Before the conversation can spiral further, the enchanted door creaks open.

The eldest of the three witches stumbles into view.

Naked, glowing, glistening in sweat and steam.

Her hair hangs like a curtain of golden leaves, her legs wobble like jelly, and her lips stretch into a grin of blissed-out nirvana as she wobbles onto the nearest couch, flopping spread-eagle like a sex-goddess resting after an orgy.

Her sisters squeal and rush over to fan her with enchanted leaves, whispering incantations of rejuvenation and offering congratulations.

The witch raises a wobbly arm and gives her sisters a shaky thumbs-up. "He’s... he’s real."

"Yessss!" the middle sister yells. "My turn!"

"No, my turn!" the youngest cries, pushing ahead.

"A-Am I... still glowing?" the eldest moans before her eyes fluttered closed.

"I think she saw the origin of the cosmos," Zora mutters from above.

Pip sits down obediently, and instantly, Lula and Penelo pounce.

They have towels. They have oils. They have tiny, glimmering brushes that look suspiciously like makeup wands enchanted for metal plates.

Pip chirps softly, glowing under their care like a boxer in a corner.

"He’s got more handlers than royalty," Vuvi mumbles.

Pip lets out a low, proud beep.

The middle sister, nude and shimmering, walks with the poise of a queen in a parade of stars. She bows reverently to Pip.

"I am ready for the sacred experience." she mutters. "May I receive the Divine Dicking."

"Please... never say those words again," Veena groans, hiding behind her notebook.

Pip hops up, now shimmering from his double massage. He rolls his shoulders, gives a double thumbs-up to the team, then offers his hand to the waiting witch. She giggles and skips toward the room, the door closing with a faint pop of magical suction.

Sera raises a glass of wine. "Place your bets... does she come out glowing too or levitating?"

"Glowing and singing," Zora says. "Maybe in ancient Green Tongue."

The eldest witch suddenly stirs, sitting upright with a dreamy sigh. "Oh, he’s everything they say and more."

The youngest witch leans over, "What was it like?"

"Honestly," the eldest murmurs, "I don’t remember some of it. There was light. There was music. I’m fairly certain I spoke to a frog deity who sang for me." The eldest stares into space. "And then... it was like being dipped in the sun and baked into a love pie"

"That’s... horrifying," Veena says with a wince.

Penelo claps. "Beautifully said."

"I approve," Lula adds, giving Penelo a high-five.

"He touched my soul." The witch sighs dreamily as she slumps back. "... and I think he resolved my childhood trauma."

Vuvi blinks. "I... what?!"