Chatting occasionally with my neighbors or caretakers when the mood struck me. I still enjoyed company even if I didn’t need it. Eventually, I was p...ulled out. I assumed I’d be turned into a clone of someone’s favorite anime waifu or something, and made peace with it. Instead, they offered me a job.••••••••••They wanted a beta tester for a product they were developing. An immersive full recreation of a fictional setting, with access to an extremely pay-to-win cash shop. They had tens of millions. At lunch they sat together at a table that was private. As private as you can get in a busy school cafeteria anyway. There they danced around the unspoken implication of their date at the end of the week - going for a drive down by the lake. It was a notorious make-out spot for young people to go to. And not just making out either. That Emma wanted to go there with Jason in the aftermath of their first date said a lot.In fact, Jason was sure that under different circumstances it would have. I had to reseal the yokai.“Do not enter,” I told my princess.Tears fell down her white-painted face. She looked like a princess even in her fear and grief, her hair styled in a complex bun on her head, held in place by the alabaster comb her father had given her. She loved that piece of jewelry over all others.“Whatever happens, do not enter.”She nodded her head.I wanted to kiss her, to hold her, to love her. But there were watching eyes. The courtiers of the castle stared at us. None could now. Then I ramped everything into her two fun holes at once; genuinely finger fucking her coochie and digging into her sensitive happy arsehole.My dress was up. I needed cock. Steph saw my sleek girly love nest fully and glistening ready; shiny alluring as buffed chrome and yeah I saw my full girly inner self reflected there too. Her handiwork of copious spit and my secretions were all still clinging around my wet pussy lipettes.Jacob saw what he never thought he would get to see a bride’s pussy on.