Kai sat on the edge of his bed, eyes fixed on the flickering screen.
The TV was a cheap, second-hand 32-centimeter smart set, its audio cracking every few seconds, colors washing out whenever the signal dipped. He didn't care. He was used to things breaking down around him.
On the screen, the news anchor spoke with barely contained excitement.
"Finally—the game we've all been waiting for has arrived. After twenty years of development, its launch-day sales have already shattered every historical record, surpassing even GTA 7.
For two decades, the entire human race has waited for this moment. And today, the Eastern Empire has declared a public holiday so our citizens can witness this historic release."
The anchor's voice trembled with emotion, like he was announcing the birth of a new era.
Kai nodded unconsciously.
He glanced toward the table beside his bed.
A lightweight neural-interface headset lay there, half-buried under empty instant-ramen cups and discarded snack wrappers. Cheap. Old model. Still functional.
"So… if I play this game," Kai muttered, "I can earn some money… maybe change my life a little."
His thoughts ran wild.
Maybe he'd get rich.Maybe he'd live comfortably.Maybe he'd even have a little fun along the way.
The image of himself as a future billionaire flashed through his mind.
Kai laughed—a short, foolish laugh, like a kid dreaming way too big.
"Yeah… sure," he said to the empty room."But hey—can't hurt to try."
He reached for the headset.
Kai slipped the lightweight neural-interface headset over his head, then paused. He lifted it off again, leaned forward, and checked the door—locked, deadbolt thrown, chain in place. Satisfied, he nodded to himself and settled back into the sagging sofa. The old frame creaked under his weight, a familiar complaint in the quiet room.
He glanced at the wall clock: 9:00 PM sharp.
According to the manual, new players were capped at four hours per session—system-enforced, no overrides. He flipped through the quick-start guide one last time, confirming the limit.
Four hours. Perfect.
He'd grind, earn some early credits, log out at 1:00 AM, then head to the night stall for egg rice. The thought made his stomach rumble. And there was that waitress—short bob, quick smile, always slipped him an extra chili. If he leveled fast, converted a little silver, he could finally ask her out. Dinner, maybe. A real date. The fantasy warmed him more than the humid air.
Grinning like a kid with a secret, Kai pulled the headset down once more. The band settled snugly against his temples. He took a slow breath, thumbed the activation node, and the room faded to black.
The world materialized in a slow fade, taking about a minute to fully load. Simple white text hovered in the darkness before Kai's eyes:
KD NO. 1
A giant question mark might as well have been floating above his head. He tilted it in confusion.
"KD? What the hell does that even mean?"
The loading bar finished. Suddenly he was standing in a featureless white room—smooth walls, soft overhead light, no doors, no windows, nothing.
Kai blinked. "Hello?"
A neutral, mechanical voice answered from everywhere and nowhere.
"Hello. I am KD. How may I assist you?"
Kai flinched at the flat tone, then rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly sheepish.
"Uh… um… could you maybe change your voice? Something… you know, mature? Like a confident, alluring woman?"
A brief pause. The air seemed to flicker, as if the system was pulling data from somewhere far away.
Then the voice returned—warm, low, velvet-smooth, the kind that could make a grocery list sound seductive.
"Hey there, Kai. This is KD. How can I help you now?"
Kai's eyes went wide. A grin exploded across his face.
"Holy crap—this is real?" He pumped a fist, heart racing. Emboldened, he pushed his luck.
"Sweet. So… can you show me your body? Like… without clothes?"
The warmth vanished instantly. The voice turned icy, edged with unmistakable disapproval.
"That request violates core conduct protocols."
Before Kai could backpedal, the white room dissolved into black. A sharp system tone rang in his ears.
FORCE LOGOUT INITIATED
Back in his dim apartment, Kai yanked the headset off, panicked.
"Hey! Wait—you can't just—"
He jammed it back on, thumbed the node desperately.
The login screen appeared, but a stark red warning dominated the center:
VIOLATION OF SYSTEM CODE OF CONDUCT
TEMPORARY ACCESS DENIAL: 4 HOURS
Next available login: 01:02 AM
Current time: 09:02 PM
Kai stared, mouth open. The headset slipped from his fingers and thudded softly onto the table.
He sat there, dumbfounded, the late-night silence louder than ever.
A few minutes later, Kai scratched his head, still staring at the headset as if it had personally betrayed him. The warning timer ticked down mercilessly on the login screen he'd left open in his mind's eye.
He reached for the quick-start guide on the table, flipping to the rating section he'd skimmed earlier.
Clear black text: **25+ ONLY. R+ CONTENT PERMITTED.**
He nodded slowly. Exactly. Adult game, mature themes allowed—hell, encouraged. So why the hell had the AI thrown him out like that?
He hadn't done anything wrong. Not really. She could've just said no. Or, better yet, pulled some stock image from the net—some adult model, whatever—and shown him. Systems did that kind of thing all the time in other games. A simple refusal would've been fine. But a four-hour ban? For a first offense? On launch day?
"That's bullshit," he muttered, teeth grinding together. "Totally unfair. I'm complaining about this."
He snatched his phone from the charger cable, thumb already swiping to the browser. Time to find a forum, a support channel—something. The Robo Clan might be untouchable, but somebody had to listen.
Kai opened Reddit and headed straight to his guilty-pleasure subreddit: r/MILFsAreMankindsGreatestGift.
One hundred users online. One million members total.
He typed furiously—spilling out his frustration about the unfair ban, the prude AI, the wasted launch night—and hit post.
He scrolled and realized he wasn't alone.
The entire front page was a chorus of similar complaints. Threads full of fellow "men of culture" raging about instant bans, denied requests, and a system that advertised R+ yet slapped them down for the mildest flirtation.
But one comment, pinned near the top of a megathread, stood out for actually making sense.
"Jesus, you horny dogs are rushing it. Yeah, it's R+, but that doesn't mean you get porn on demand. You have to build favor with actual NPCs—raise affection levels, talk to them, do quests, treat it like real life. Get it high enough and yes, real sex is absolutely possible. Patience."
Kai froze.
Real sex.
Full-sensory, neural-interface, no-holds-barred sex with NPCs.
His mouth went slack. A thin trail of drool slipped down his chin as the implications sank in.
He moved to reply—something like "holy shit you're a genius"—when a new post notification popped up.
From his friend. Flagged with the two-eyes emoji they used for "you need to see this."
Kai tapped it.
What he read sent a cold shiver racing down his spine.
Kai didn't waste a second. He hit call.
On the other end, in a pitch-black room lit only by the glow of a cracked monitor, Two Eyes shoved his glasses up the bridge of his nose with one hand while the other worked furiously below the desk. The new video was premium—his favorite MILF, tanned and confident, riding some smug newcomer like she was born for it. The camera caught every slick glide, every wet slap of skin on skin, the rhythmic bounce of her full breasts spilling free from a too-small negligee. Her moans filled the room through cheap earbuds—low, hungry, utterly shameless—rising in pitch as she ground down harder.
Two Eyes' breath came in sharp, envious bursts. "That should be me, damn it," he hissed through clenched teeth, grip tightening, pace frantic. The heat coiled low in his gut, building fast, right there—
The phone buzzed on the desk like an angry hornet. The screen lit up: **my 999999999th ancestor eternal immortal enemy**.
He snarled, thumb stabbing decline. Not now.
Back to the video. She arched, cried out—almost, almost—
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz buzz buzz.
Kai, relentless as a debt collector from hell, dialing again and again.
Two Eyes' rhythm faltered. Sweat beaded on his forehead. The edge slipped further away with every vibration. Finally, with a groan of pure defeat—and an impressive feat of self-control—he yanked his hand free, zipped up, and smashed the answer button.
"WHAT," he boomed, voice cracking halfway through like a teenager's.