Alex enjoys being with his loser wife.

Christina seems to notice the skepticism on Alex's face and drops the pose she was making. "But if what your mother cares about is bringing money to the house, she'll see when the video game I'm funding is released on Steam and becomes a success," says Christina as she sits on Alex's bed, speaking indignantly about what Alex's mother said. "And yes... and yes, the programr I hired hasn't responded to my messages in 10 months because I sent him a 440-word text explaining all the mechanics, characters, and story I came up with," says Christina, convincing herself.

"How much did you pay him?" Alex asks, and Christina looks away a bit and says doubtfully, "I don't know, 15,000... or maybe 30,000..." "Does it really matter?... you'll see when it comes out, it'll be like the new Undertale."

Alex can't help but be a bit stunned upon learning the amount of money Christina lost, but the conversation continues with Christina leaning provocatively on Alex's bed. "I think your mother is more bothered that I am around her age because Ara Ara knows that you also call me mommy," says Christina as she takes Alex's arm and throws him onto the bed, then positions herself on top of him.

"Do you have a condom?" Alex asks. "Alex, we can make a deal," Christina says while she is on top of Alex with a predatory look. "We can have sex without a condom, I want to be a mom, I swear that if you get me pregnant, I will bathe every day."

Alex spanks Christina, "You're a pig." Christina feels the impact of Alex's hand and responds by raising her hand to her nose and flaring her nostrils to resemble a pig's nose, "Oink Oink, but is that a yes or a no? If you accept, I'll let you drink my breast milk."

"Alright, I guess you want to go from Pig to Cow," says Alex, unbuttoning his pants and exposing his choice to the air, to which Christina proceeds to get into a Cowgirl position, going up and down on Alex's cock while her breasts bounce.

Meanwhile, in the living room of the house, Alex's mother, hearing the creaking of the bed and Christina's moans, says, "That failure doesn't do my son any good," as she turns up the volume on the television.