Why don't we make things more complicated?

As neither Marcus nor Shirona wanted to deal with the crowd of people again, they headed towards the elevator.

"So... are you going to get your character now?"

Shirona asked as they waited for the elevator to come.

Again, there was just the thinnest layer of coldness underneath her tone.

Marcus looked down at the ticket for a long time before parting his lips.

"Shirona, you are my wife."

"I know."

"And as far as I know, I'm not married to a Cynthia."

"..."

Ding!

The elevator door opened.

Marcus stepped inside, only to notice a second later that Shirona didn't move a step.

He held out a hand to escort her in. However, Shirona stayed back and figited with her fingers.

"I..."

She let out a huge sigh and slightly shook her head.

"...I can't be mad at you. It is literally impossible."

Marcus frowned, confused by her words.

She was trying to get mad at him? For what reason and why was it impossible?

Shirona stepped into the elevator. Marcus let the door close, and they started to descend to the underground.

Once they were in a secluded place, Shirona knelt in front of Marcus and unbuttoned her shirt.

Her huge tits bounced out of the shirt, only held back by a pair of black bra.

Shirona went on to reach out and unzip Marcus's jeans so that his cock sprang free.

"I...need to apologize."

The wife murmured in a soft voice as she cupped the cock between her cleavage.

Shirona began rubbing her tits over the throbbing shaft.

She moaned softly as the heat of the erection seemed to burn into her sensitive skin.

"At first...I thought coming here would be a nice distraction for you.

But when I came here and saw how characters were actually treated, I couldn't help but think...that I could have been one of them instead of me."

Marcus stayed silent as Shirona picked up the pace of her titjob. Her agitation seemed to spur her on to go faster as she spoke.

"It's a dumb idea, I know, but it kept bothering me the whole way through the mall.

And when you actually bought one ofthee characters, I...I felt as if..."

"...it made you feel inadequate. As if I could replace you at any moment."

Marcus guessed.

He seemed to have hit the nail on the first try, because Shirona choked on the air and looked up into his eyes.

"A-am I...?"

She asked in a trembling voice.

Marcus closed his eyes and sighed.

"I already gave you the answer to that question. Don't be ridiculous, Shirona."

It wasn't the warmest reassurance one could give to another, but it was more than enough for Shirona.

She smiled in relief and gave the tip of the cock a kiss, which topped Marcus off the edge.

"Mmm..."

Shirona moaned softly as Marcus sprayed his seed over her face, marking who she belonged to no matter her concerns.

Ding!

Just in time, the elevator reached its destination and the door slowly opened.

Shirona hurridly put back the cock inside and wiped off the cum off her face.

Then, instead of using a handkerchief or a tissue, she plopped them into her mouth.

The underground was similarly large compared to the mall above it.

The difference came from the atmosphere, where as the mall was a...mall, the underground felt more like an airport.

Countless people bustled around, dragging luggages and people while several neon-lit boards and speakers spouted informations a human brain simply couldn't take all in at once.

Shirona spotted at least three different Cynthia either caged or dragged off in the first 10 seconds.

"Let's...stay together."

She wrapped her arms around Marcus's tightly.

Marcus gave his wife a reassuring pat on the head and stepped into the sea of people.

"Is there a problem, sir?"

The ticket led him to [Terminal 13], where Jiro Kyoka in a police outfit was waiting.

Her demon tail swooshed from side to side as Marcus stepped up to her and handed her the ticket.

Jiro scanned through the ticket and gave a brisk nod.

"Seems legit. Would you like to receive the product now, or would you prefer a delivery?"

"What's the difference?"

Shirona asked.

Jiro raised her eyebrow at Shirona, as if her the fact that she could talk was a surprise to her.

"It'll cost some extra fees if you wish to get your character delivered.

I see you haven't checked on it here, but our company policy dictates to make sure we ask again."

"I'll take...Rei Ayanami on my own, thank you."

After another brisk nod, Jiro led them through the corridor on the back.

It led to a place looking far more science fiction-like than before.

Marcus and Shirona looked around the large facility in awe, until a large humming came from up front.

"What was that?"

"The former customer must have gotten his character."

Jiro answered nonchalantly.

As they walked further down the corridor, they indeed passed by the other customer.

"Mmmph! Hnngh!"

"Keep going, space slut! You have much more to work through once we get out of here!"

The man gave Marcus a smirk and a nod, as if there was an understanding between them.

Of course, Marcus neither knew the man nor cared about him, so he ignored the friendly gesture.

Eventually, they arrived at a platform next to a giant machine.

"This is the worm-hole device from where RealDream Co. provides you with any characters of your choosing."

Jiro said with pride in her voice.

She called some workers and handed the ticket over to them.

"They'll get you the exact character you want. Meanwhile..."

Jiro suddenly hitched on a sly smile and clung onto Marcus's arm.

"...It's time for me to earn some extra tips~ Would you mind following me, sir?"

"Sure."

With permission granted, Jiro escorted Marcus towards a small office room.

Shirona tried to follow the two, but once they she and Marcus was inside, Jiro quickly locked the door behind her back, leaving Shirona outside alone.

"Hey!"

Shirona began banging on the door, but with a press of a button, Jiro silenced the sound and turned to her client.

Marcus frowned at her.

"I thought it's not best to show her how I get my tips."

Jiro shrugged and pointed at the menu left on the table.

Marcus picked it up to read it and immediately understood what she meant.

Handjob: 5$
Tailjob: 10$
Blowjob: 15$
Sex(Any hole): 30$
Payment is determined when you cum.

"You can pick any option as much times as you want, sir~"

Jiro mimed sucking a cock in the air while taking an alluring pose.

Marcus did a quick calculation inside his head.

He doubted Jiro would let him out before tipping her at least once.

Of course, he could demand to get let out, but making too much a ruckus in someone else's company was not a smart idea to begin with.

Besides, there was a morbid curiosity growing within Marcus's mind.

Up until now, he had tried to treat characters as same as a person, but no one else seemed to be following his example—not even the characters themselves.

What would happen if he too treated them as everyone else did?

That didn't mean he'd have to be mean and degrading to every characters, did it?

He would just make some exceptions for others while having his share of fun as well...

"Blowjob."

Marcus ordered.

Jiro smirked as if she had just cracked open a hard coconut.

"Great choice, sir."

She knelt down and pulled down Marcus's pants with ease.

"Mmm...what a huge cock you have, sir.

Let me see if this fits in my mouth..."

Marcus sighed deeply and leaned into the comfy chair as Jiro slowly swallowed his cock.

Her mouth was much smaller than Shirona, giving much more satisfactory pressure while Jiro slurped up and down.

Slurp, slurp, slurp...

"Mmm..."

Marcus groaned softly as Jiro rhythmically Bobby over his cock. Her demon tail swished from left to right like a dog eating its favorite treat.

After a minute or so, Jiro pulled back and released the erection with a small pop.

She rubbed the tip of the cock with one hand while gently massaging the balls with the other.

"Are you enjoying the service, sir~?"

Jiro asked with a sly grin.

Marcus couldn't answer, too overwhelmed by the sex techniques he had never experienced before.

"I'll take that as a yes..."

Jiro planted a kiss on the tip and slid down the thick cock once more.

This time, she didn't bother to build up momentum.

Her head bounced up and down as fast as possible, ferociously trying to milk out the cock.

"Ah...I-I'm, going to...!"

Marcus grunted as his cock released in the middle of Jiro's rapid blowjob.

"Nmf!"

Wide eyed, Jiro quickly moved down the cock before she dropped any of the precious cum from her client.

Once she reached the root of the cock, Jiro tightly sealed her lips and rubbed the bottom side of the erection, coaxing out the last few drops left behind while also swallowing the cum in her mouth.

Gulp...gulp...gulp!

When Marcus was done cumming, Jiro pulled back once more and looked up with a bright smile.

"That would be 15$. How would you rate your service—"

"Turn around."

Jiro's smirk grew wider.

Although Marcus's expression seemed unchanged, she could make out the raging lust that had settled in his eyes.

"As you wish..."

Jiro swished her tail tantalizingly as she crawled on the floor to face the opposite side.

Then, she leaned forward and spread her ass cheeks aside.

"I am always ready to serve you, master..."

Jiro shivered as a pair of hands placed themselves on her ass, and the tip of the cock she teased so much prodded her pussy.

"Ah~♡"

She let out a high-pitched squeal as the massive cock stuffed her inside.

Her squeal quickly changed to continous moans as Marcus began fucking her from the back.

"Ah, ah, ah! N-not so rough~"

As Jiro goaded Marcus on with her not-at-all serious dissuasion, she internally scorned at the Cynthia who was left stranded outside alone.

Such nerve from her, acting as if she meant something to her owner; when he was yet another man lusting after attractive sex dolls.

No doubt, that dumb blondie must be in a nasty trouble by now...