/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>With a sigh, Yuki opened her Manly Men's Dicks poser.
>Sure enough her efforts were gathering good numbers of views from desolate monsters, but it just felt so hollow. Devoid of love and spirit.
>No matter how detailed the models or charming the animations they would never be real. Just constructs of pixels and misplaced hope to be shlicked to before crying oneself to sleep.
>It wasn't as if she could help it, of course. The market for marriage was growing desperately thin as the gender imbalance widened. If you weren't Stacy Thundercunt or born some lucky rare breed like Anubis or Hellhound then you were fucked. Or rather, weren't.
>Which didn't help your odds of getting ahead in the future at all, of course. Yuki threw a despondent smirk at her monitor and played with the fraying ends of her poorly kept hair. As the runt in a large family of fifth-generation Youko immigrants she didn't have the strongest bargaining position.
>She got by on energy supplements and the occasional can of farmed jizz, the consolatory succor enjoyed by failures at life. Everything in her manners and physique screamed "unloved loser", but she had given up on playing that game some time ago.
>Now she worked a boring administration job by night and stayed up until the wee hours of the afternoon manipulating spaghetti-haired simulacrums of fantastic human boys for her own gratification and small commissions.
>Today she wasn't just making another bishie dance video or clickbait thrusting porn, though. A friend had sent her some new code libraries and a discount at Amazoness.com, to try the hot new craze.
>Virtual reality.