Adult Interactive Novels & Stories

"The beta testers are active on the app, mostly after work hours, but some even during the workday. Some ideas I've been playing around with, thanks to the feedback from our beta testers, are actually damn good. Let's start with chat rooms that tailor to a certain kink or fetish? This would help those with specific wants get find someone similar instead of lurking around a group chat for hours." "Aye Aye Captain." Adam chimed in. "Kinks? Can you explain that further please, Holly." Noah used that same dominating tone as he did before. I knew he was playing a game but I'm learning how to beat them at their own games. "Yes, Noah. Since you don't know what kinks are can I bring up pornhub for y

Well, in my own way. I had a bit of a problem: I was overly emotional and loved to provide emotional support to others. I wanted to give a home to every sad boy and girl in the world. I talked to more people online than just Jedediah. He was just the most active, demanding one. When he was upset after a lost game, he'd vent his frustration and ask me to lull him to sleep with a lullaby. Bruno was nothing like that. He was cold. I could send him ten messages, and he wouldn't reply to one. It didn't bother me because I was only into his looks.

"That's hope." "No," Eli said. "That's faith. And there's a difference. Hope is passive. Faith is active. Faith is doing everything you can and then trusting the process." I wanted to argue that this was bullshit, but I was starting to see the flaw in my reasoning. Because actually, he was right. We could control the conditions. We could set up the environment where authentic stories were more likely to emerge. We could structure it without controlling it. "I'll develop a production framework," I said. "But I'm not committing to the authenticity approach without seeing proof of concept."

Awkwardness falls between all of us and we try to keep our eyes off of Jia as he returns to the holding area. The next two champions enter the arena. A Bronkark with brown hair and Gold Status Modok. The crowd sets them off with the traditional growl, and the Bronkark makes the first move. He charges and swings at Modok with all his strength, but Modok dodges easily. Almost as if he knew the large Bronkark would use the move. The Bronkark recovers from his miss quickly, but Modok again predicts his next swing. This time the missed blow throws the Bronkark off his footing, and Modok strikes. He punches the Bronk in the throat and the orange giant gags. Modok doesn't give a second to recover.

I ask, pointing toward the door he’s so casually dismissing. “It’s like live p**n,” he explains, barely glancing back at me. “You know those live streams where people pay to talk to the performer or bid to see them do something more? Same concept. Except this is real life. The joined rooms can be used by couples, single guests, or even a worker with a guest, depending on what’s arranged.”

The room fell silent as everyone racked their brains. Amber, being Amber, randomly typed something on her laptop, and a small notification sound pinged from the screen. "What did you just do?" I asked, already regretting giving her access to the main test code. She grinned. "I made the AI say ‘Hello, Daddy’ every time someone logs in." Jacob choked on his coffee. "Why are you like this?" I sighed, rubbing my temples. "Look, I’m just saying, what if we leaned into a personality-based AI?" she said, spinning in her chair. "Make it fun, interactive, charming."

The second idea was related to that charity fundraiser stream from earlier. “I wanted to try setting up an interactive stream, but I don’t know any coding. Imagine if you could control the speed and intensity of the vibrator drill as part of the fundraising event. I might need to find a way to make a hole in my chair for it to happen as long as I don’t show any inappropriate parts. I guess it could be possible to create a soft-porn live stream for the general public while doing something like playing Uno with a bunch of strangers on the internet for fun.”

he offered, his voice deep and laden with an allure that sent shivers down my spine. I glanced at his identification; it labeled him as AI-Jack. I turned away from him, stepping out of the bar into the vibrant light of morning. Outside, the world was alive with activity—a road lined with an array of cafes, shopping centers, gardens, and parks. People, or rather, simulations of people, went about their daily routines. A screen materialized before me, offering a tantalizing choice: "You can choose any male and female from this whole place to interact and have sex, all Artificial Intelligence with diverse personalities and appearances. Please enjoy your free trial for 1 day with one AI of your

He says before leaving me with a group of young adults looking up. I follow their gaze and almost immediately, my face shows up on the screen along with some information about me. Name: AVA COLLINS Age: 21 Crimes: Mass Murder, Arson, Kidnapping etc Qualities: Pro in weaponry, Skillful, Has Anger issues, Dangerous and conniving nature. Grade: A* Well, I guess I know why that woman was asking so many questions. Everyone seems shocked apart from the dangerous clique. They just seem impressed. After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes.

“Thanks to you.” “Even a three-year-old is up and about already.” I chuckled. “I’m an adult.” What was with that? “Can we sleep late if we are an adult?” Aki-chan asked sincerely. “For however long we want?” “Yes.” Hiro-san replied. What are you teaching the child, you big oaf? “I too want to become an adult fast!” She bounced where she stood. “Really? But I want to become a child again.” Hiro-san said. Wait. We had not called to have this conversation. “Hiro-san.”