Mature Content Warning: This chapter contains scenes of naughtiness, crude humor and sexually oriented language (no Ero yet) and general nudity. If adult themes bother you, why are you reading this story?

Author’s Notes: From what I can tell, option 3 won the day. The story’s overall length won’t change much, neither will the ending. I’ve debated on whether this story will have 10 or 15 chapters more to go. It’s gone on longer than I originally intended, anyway. Ha Ha

Hardcore ONLINE was never meant to be long term. Once it is done, I may create an actual ‘serious’ VR story. (Non-MATURE) That will be a while though. I will want to finish up I Hate You Master first, as well. My current goal is to have only Nocturne and Origin A.R.S. to work on for a while. (Not counting other things I write that aren’t added up here)

However, I have fallen in lust with the basic idea presented in this chapter. I will be making a story that features this concept, properly in the near future. After I have written up a few chapters of that story, I'll post them up here to see what people think. It'll be next month sometime, though.

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Chapter 11: The Perfect Solution

It was a situation dreamed about only by perverts and the perpetually lonely. In fact, a perpetually lonely pervert might be the one most likely to dream of an existence such as this. Scott, such a pervert, did not immediately enter into the mode that most lusty loners might enter into.

“Ah, dammit all!” exclaimed Scott.

A soft, feminine voice replied, “What’s wrong dear brother? Hmm, or is that dear husband? Husbro?”

“Husbro?” Scott asked curiously before shaking his head. Why was he getting distracted at a time like this?

“Husbro it is then!” replied the impossible creature.

Scott turned around in her arms and looked into the face of the familiar seeming succubus. “Don’t mind me. I’m obviously dying in the hospital right now.”

“Huh?” The pink haired demon girl blinked at him. What a strange change of topic!

He shook his head. “Sorry, you’re a pretty brain aneurism and all, but this can’t be happening.”

The pink haired girl pouted at her Husbro before pulling him close and pressing her chest to his naked, hairy, man-breast. “You summoned me, this is real. Don’t I feel real, Husbro?”

Scott fought down a rising panic attack. The idea of a sexy succubus serving his every perverted desire was amazing.

However, this was not a fantasy. There was a very real girl in his bathroom. Said girl had neon pink hair, full pouty lips, and a curvaceous body.

Normally, each one of those things would be an awesome way to start the day. However, she also had wings, a tail, and horns. It was a fantasy come to life, but the reality of the situation was far stranger than he could handle at the moment.

Pink giggled softly. “I wonder how many babies we’ll have. I hope the first three are girls so I can dress them up!”

She pulled back and placed her hands to her cheeks before she squealed in excitement. “Oh, this is awesome! A few days ago, I was just a lonely succubus and now I have a Husbro!”

Husbro tried to slip out of the room but Pink leapt toward him excitedly. “I think at least seven, but if you want we can go for twelve! Twelve is a pretty nice number.”

Scott’s eyelid began to twitch. She wanted twelve kids? He could barely afford to feed himself at the moment! He started to say something but was rendered speechless by the sudden arrival of a tongue in his mouth.

He tried to fight it, this was a sudden situation after all, but he found his strength had failed. The pink haired sex demon swirled her tongue around inside his mouth, while hotly pressing against him. Her tail lashed provocatively for a moment before it slipped around to caress his thigh.

Pink broke off the kiss, and leaned back. Her eyes had taken on a faraway look, while her lips glistened softly in the light. “Husbro, you taste so sweet...”

“I... could say the same about you.” It was true. There was a strangely satisfying sugary taste in his mouth, like honey but not quite as sweet.

Her cheeks reddened slightly and her lips parted in arousal. “This is really happening?”

“You’re asking me?” Scott could not believe that she was asking him such a thing.

The succubus giggled softly once more then leaned in and kissed him on the nose. “I’m really married...”

“Uh...” Scott wasn’t so sure about that. For one thing, he was not exactly ready to be married. There had also been no ceremony really. She had simply declared him her Husbro. There had to be a rule about that sort of thing.

A sudden flurry of movement occurred and the succubus now stood several feet away from Scott. “So, what do you think, dear Husbro? Am I still only a child?”

He shook his head meekly. Now that he could get a better look at her, she looked nothing like a child. She seemed to be in her early twenties, if she were human. She had a well-toned body, but generous curves. Something like a high-end pornstar except her impressive breasts were perky and natural.

“You were cute before, but now you’re definitely an erotic woman...”

Pink pressed her hands together and leaned her chin against them. “Really? You think so?”

Scott nodded at her. “Yeah, I don’t get why you want to be married to me, though... or how you are even here.”

The man had given up on trying to deny the situation. Brain aneurism or not, she was still here.

“Why am I here? You summoned me, of course.”

“Bullshit. There’s no way I can half-ass a summons and call forth someone who doesn’t exist.”

“Doesn’t exist? Do I look fake to you?” She pouted at him cutely.

“No, but you can’t be real! You’re a computer program!” snapped Scott. He didn’t know what else to say. He could have possibly bought the idea of demons being real, but a demon summoned from a game? What was this, a shitty hentai story? Who needs realistic plot development... let’s sex!

She blinked at him. “Computer... program?”

He reached out his hand and she clasped it delicately. Her Husbro led the girl into his gaming area and pointed at his cradle. “This thing allows me to play a game called Hardcore ONLINE. Everything in that world is computer generated. It isn’t real. Only the people playing are real.”

Pink looked at him then looked at the cradle. She tilted her head from side to side then smiled. “Ah, that explains it. You have a soul crèche! What an advanced society my Husbro is part of; most places I have been can’t fully create true alternate realities.”

Scott’s eyelid twitched. “No, you... You don’t get it... You!”

She looked at him smugly. “You’re the one who doesn’t get it dear one...”

He shook his head at her. What was the use in arguing with a... whatever the hell she really was? Was she a demon? A computer program? He didn’t know.

“Fine, I see that I will have to explain some aspects of true reality. The world as you know it is a lie. It looks the way it looks because of the way that the brain interprets information. It’s really just a band of energy waves.”

Scott watched in fascination as the nearly naked succubus suddenly changed her appearance. Now she wore a lab coat and had glasses.

She raised her finger. “The wave motion that causes a reality to become self-sustaining is developed through concentration. This so-called game of yours is nothing more than an incredibly complex system that operates at the lucid-dream state. If enough mental energy goes into it, it takes on a sort of reality.”

“So, you’re saying that the game is so complex that the people playing it made it real due to the mental energy expended?”

She clapped her hands excitedly. “Exactly! Husbro is so smart!”

“Bullshit. If that were true then VR games would start to influence the real world and all kinds of weird things would be happening!”

Pink pointed at herself. “I’m here aren’t I? I assure you, I am real. I was not created by this computer program, but it did allow for me to be summoned inside of it due to the mental energy of that Lolimancer. Just as your mental energy called me here by my true name.”

What was with this plot development? It was so... so... Scott didn’t know what it was, but he suddenly felt like he was living in the poorly scripted fanfiction of a horny fourteen year old shut-in.

He sighed loudly then looked at Pink. She was amazingly attractive, but the horns and wings would be an issue. “What

am I supposed to do with you now?”

Pink blinked then tapped her slender finger against her lower lip for a moment. She was obviously giving his rhetorical question quite a bit of though. Suddenly, she smacked her fist into her palm then nodded, “Of course, that’s the perfect solution!

“Solution?” asked Scott.

She answered his query by turning around then leaning forward. Her perky posterior wiggled sensually. “Anal cream pie?”

Scott’s jaw fell open. He honestly did not know how to answer that. His brain screamed aneurism! His cock screamed for pie.