Straight chilling

After so many hours of sexual hijinks it's inevitable that you would eventually yearn for rest and the mindless entertainment that you normally occupy yourself with. After a brief recuperation period you reach down to grab your laptop for this purpose, this time setting it down on your night table for easy scrolling. Harley exuses herself to the bathroom without a word, apparently eager to rinse the caked-on boyslime from her face and chest.

You still haven't decided by the time she re-emerges, your laptop's screen (and the large monitor mirroring its contents) displaying nothing more than folders upon folders of pirated media. Your Love Doll doesn't react to this: she simply pads across the room and lowers herself back into bed without so much as a glance in your direction.

Uh-oh.

"Hey." you begin, hoping to nip any signs of rebellion in the bud. "You okay, Harley?"

She surprises you with a glare; a mild one, but a glare nonetheless.

"Yeah..." she eventually manages, softening a little when she recognizes your concern. "I just- I guess I'm just wondering what my life even is, now, really. Like, am I just a sex toy for you to shoot your cum all over between gaming and meals with mom and dad... Or what?"

You consider her words for a moment, struggling to find some kind of compromise between honesty and the realization of your whims...

In the end, though, your imagination fails you.

"Pretty much."

Though obviously dissatisfied with your answer, Harley waits patiently for you to go on.

"Look, I'm sorry, but I like being single. I like my life the way it is. I want you in it, obviously, but as a... You know. Bonus."

"...Bonus." she repeats.

"Yeah. As in, like, whatever I end up doing work-wise, or if I start dating someone, I'd still have you around when I need to let off steam."

She's blinking rapidly now, as if overwhelmed by your audacity.

"You want to keep fucking me when you're with someone?"

"Well..." you drawl, shrugging your shoulders in a way that only accentuates your callousness further: "...I mean, you're not technically human, right? A lot of girls would be cool with it I think."

Harley is plainly upset to hear all of this. She'd been carrying a torch for you, though - at least, that's how it seemed. Best to break her of such illusions now, you figure, before things have a chance to get really messy.

"...I guess. Yeah." she croaks, trying in vain to hide the oncoming tears. "My mistake. I keep forgetting how different things are for me, now... How people see me."

Harley pauses, sighing in frustration.

"How you see me..."

Sensing an opportunity to exercise a little tenderness, you try to slide a comforting arm about her shoulders... But your Love Doll rebuffs you, pointedly sliding away to perch at the other end of the bed with her arms crossed over her breasts.

"Just forget it, okay?" she snaps. "It should be easy, since I'm obviously not a real person."

A ****, more mature man might have reassured her that this wasn't the case... But not you. Instead you turn your attention back to the laptop and fire up a 4X strategy game, determined to ignore the tidal wave of sulking that awaits you.