I woke up in the middle of the night with a dry mouth, my body still hot from the sex the previous night. The king-size futon was a delicious mess: tangled sheets, the smell of sweat mixed with sweet perfume and dried cum. Elinalise slept on her side, ptinum blonde curls spread across the pillow, one arm thrown over my waist, breathing calm and deep. Nazuna was curled up on the other side, face buried in my chest, thin leg thrown over my thigh as if she wanted to keep me trapped even while sleeping. The two of them looked like sated angels—flushed skin, parted lips, naked and rexed bodies.

  I got up slowly so as not to wake them, feet on the cold floor. I went to the dark kitchen to get a gss of water. I drank slowly, looking out the window at the silver moonlight hitting the rooftops of Tsuruoka. When I turned to go back, I saw it again: a subtle emerald-green glow coming from the shelf in the bedroom. The donut-like stone pulsed slowly, like a slow heartbeat. It was the third time since Nazuna appeared. My stomach knotted with anticipation mixed with arousal. I had already dreamed about her—2B, perfect android body, round and firm ass that swayed with every step in the game, blindfolded eyes that hid a gaze I imagined hungry. Nazuna and Elinalise had loved the dream when I told them; the two of them rubbed themselves against me that same night, whispering “bring her to us, love… we want to hear how she moans.”

  But the room was empty besides them. Just the three of us in the house. I finished the water, went back to the futon and y down between them. They moved instinctively, snuggling closer. I closed my eyes and fell asleep again, my half-hard cock pressed against Nazuna’s soft ass.

  In the morning, Nazuna was the first to wake up—as always, even though she was the ziest. She stretched naked, arching like a cat, small breasts trembling slightly.

  “Wake up, sleepyheads… time to work,” she said, voice hoarse from sleep, but already excited.

  Elinalise grumbled softly, zy, turning face-down and hiding her face in the pillow.

  “Okay… five more minutes…”

  Nazuna ughed and got off the futon, bare feet spping the wooden floor. I heard her go down the stairs, then the sound of a pan in the kitchen. Suddenly, a high-pitched squeal:

  “Aaaaah!”

  I jumped off the futon in one leap, heart racing. Elinalise sat up quickly, red eyes wide.

  “What was that?” she asked, already standing naked.

  I ran down the stairs, Elinalise right behind. We reached the kitchen and there she was.

  With her back to us, examining the stove, the fridge, the spice jars as if they were alien artifacts. Short silver-white hair, perfect pale skin, slender but curvy body in the right pces—wide hips, round firm ass outlined under the tight bck dress, long toned legs. No blindfold over her eyes. Clear blue eyes, cold but beautiful.

  She turned slowly when she heard our footsteps.

  It was 2B. Real. Perfect. Stunning.

  Her eyes met mine first. Her cheeks gained a subtle rosy tone—something I never imagined seeing on an android designed to be impassive.

  “Kaito…” she said, voice low, soft, almost robotic but with a human tremor at the end. She blushed harder, hands csped in front of her body, looking away.

  Nazuna was already beside her, red eyes shining with pure excitement.

  “I can’t believe it… I can’t believe it!” she shouted, bouncing lightly and getting close to look from every angle. “It’s really you! The perfect ass, the white hair, everything! Kaito, you lucky pervert!”

  Elinalise came up behind me, arms around my waist, chin on my shoulder. She whispered in my ear, voice hoarse and amused:

  “I knew she would be next… Kaito, you horny bastard. You dreamed about that big ass st night and the stone obeyed perfectly, didn’t it?”

  2B ignored the two of them for a second. She walked toward me with precise, elegant steps, stopping a few centimeters away. She looked up (she was a little shorter than Elinalise, but taller than Nazuna), blushing even more, hands clenched together in front of her crotch as if trying to hide her nervousness.

  “It’s… a pleasure to meet you, Kaito,” she said, voice low, blue eyes dropping to the floor. “I… was brought here. By your desire.”

  I smiled, heart pounding hard.

  “The pleasure is all mine, 2B. Welcome to our world… and to our home.”

  Elinalise approached her without hesitation. She pced a gentle hand on the android’s thin waist, leaned in and gave a soft kiss on the pale cheek.

  “Welcome for real, darling,” Elinalise murmured, voice affectionate. “You’re going to love it here. I promise.”

  Nazuna didn’t waste time. She grabbed 2B’s hand and pulled with excitement.

  “Come! Let’s take a bath together, the three of us! Then you’ll work with us at the restaurant. It’s going to be fun, even though I’m super zy.”

  2B blinked, surprised, but let herself be led. While Nazuna and Elinalise dragged her to the bathroom, I stayed in the kitchen preparing a quick breakfast: reheated rice, miso soup, tamagoyaki fried on the griddle, leftover salmon onigiri from the night before. From upstairs came ughter, running water, Elinalise and Nazuna’s excited voices asking questions. 2B answered shortly, politely, voice low:

  “Yes… I understand.”

  “No… I’ve never tried that.”

  “…Thank you.”

  After the bath, the three came down wrapped in towels. 2B was now wearing simple clothes Nazuna had lent her: a loose white t-shirt (which looked sexy on her because of the curves), short denim shorts that showed off her long toned legs, white hair still damp falling straight and perfect. She looked like an ordinary girl from Tsuruoka… if you ignored the military posture and the gaze that analyzed everything as if it were a mission.

  Nazuna threw herself onto the futon, excited.

  “You’re going to love working at Aoki-ya, 2B! I’m super zy and I still think it’s cool. Serving customers, seeing them smile with the tonkatsu, taking photos for Insta… it’s fun!”

  2B stood still, looking at the floor. She didn’t smile. She didn’t answer right away. There was a coldness there—not hostility, but a programmed distance, as if she were still processing what it meant to “be real” and “feel.”

  I exchanged a look with Elinalise. She understood immediately.

  “Elina, Nazuna… how about I take a walk with 2B alone?” I said, calm voice. “It’s her first day here. She seems… confused. She needs time to get used to it.”

  Nazuna pouted, but nodded.

  “Okay… but don’t take too long, okay? We want her on the terrace serving with us today!”

  Elinalise kissed my cheek, then 2B’s.

  “Go ahead. Show her the distant sea, the rice fields, the mountains. And…” she winked at me “take the chance to get to know her better, love. She’s shy, but I know there’s fire under that coldness.”

  2B blushed again, eyes down.

  “I… will accompany you, Kaito.”

  I grabbed a light jacket for her, put on my own, and we left. We walked slowly through the quiet streets of Tsuruoka. Rice fields stretching to the left, sacred mountains in the background, the smell of damp earth and salt from the Sea of Japan. 2B walked beside me, precise steps, looking at everything with clinical attention.

  “This world… is very different from what I knew,” she said after a while, voice low. “There is no war. No enemy machines. Just… people living.”

  I smiled.

  “Yeah. Here we fight boredom, loneliness, bills to pay. But there are good things too. Hot food, friends, love… good sex when it works out.”

  She stopped walking. Looked at me, intense blue eyes.

  “Sex…” she repeated, as if testing the word. “I saw it in your dreams. I saw how you imagined me. How the other two received me. I… don’t know how to react to that. My body was designed for combat, not for pleasure.”

  I pced my hand in hers—cold at first, but it warmed quickly.

  “You don’t have to be only what you were designed to be. Here you can be whatever you want. You can be cold if you want. You can be naughty. You can learn to cum screaming my name. Or you can just… stay quiet and let us show you.”

  She squeezed my hand lightly. For the first time, I saw a minimal smile on her lips—almost imperceptible, but real.

  “I want to learn,” she said, voice low but firm. “I want to understand what you feel when you’re inside them. I want to feel it too.”

  My cock pulsed inside my pants just hearing that.

  “Then we’ll go slow,” I replied, pulling her closer. “First, let’s walk to the viewpoint up on the hill. There’s a view of the sea. After… we go back home. And me, Elinalise and Nazuna will teach you everything you want to know.”

  She nodded, blushing again.

  “Yes… Kaito.”

  We walked the rest of the way hand in hand. The cold wind hit her white hair, and for the first time I saw 2B rex her shoulders. She was no longer just an android. She was a woman discovering she could feel. And I could hardly wait to show her how good that could be.

  When we got back to Aoki-ya, the terrace was already open, customers arriving for lunch. Nazuna and Elinalise saw us from the door and smiled mischievously.

  “So, love?” Nazuna shouted. “Is she ready to serve with us yet?”

  2B looked at me, then at the two of them. Took a deep breath.

  “Yes,” she said, voice firmer. “I’m ready.”

  And I knew: the night was going to be long. And hot. Very hot.

  When we returned from the walk, 2B still carried an air of contained shyness—straight shoulders, blue eyes down, short and polite answers. She didn’t want to expose herself too much to the Aoki-ya customers on her first day, so she asked to stay with me in the kitchen. “I can help here… without having to talk to strangers yet,” she said, voice low but firm. I agreed immediately. It was better that way; she needed time to process the new world, and the kitchen was a safe pce, full of mechanical tasks that seemed to comfort her.

  At first, every time Elinalise or Nazuna came in to pick up orders, 2B froze. They smiled at her—Elinalise with that maternal and naughty affection, Nazuna with feline excitement—and 2B just blushed hard, looked away and murmured an almost inaudible “thank you” while passing the trays. But, as the shift went on, something changed. When Nazuna winked and said “You look beautiful in the apron, 2B-chan~”, she didn’t flee the gaze. Instead, she forced a small, hesitant but genuine smile. When Elinalise praised “You cut the cabbage perfectly, like it’s a precision mission,” 2B replied with a “Thank you… I’m trying to adapt.” Little by little, the rigid seriousness gave way. She was still reserved, but she no longer seemed like an android in combat mode—she seemed like someone trying to learn to be human.

  The shift ended earlier than usual (Tuesday, light movement). We went upstairs together. Elinalise and Nazuna went straight to the bathroom, ughing and pulling 2B along.

  “Come on, let’s take a group bath again!” Nazuna called, already taking off her blouse. “You need to rex after your first day.”

  2B hesitated only a second before following. I stayed at the door, watching the three enter the tiny bathroom. Steam was already rising, ughter echoed, water hitting the tiles. Elinalise washed Nazuna’s back, Nazuna soaped 2B’s hair with exaggerated care (“Your hair is so soft… like silk!”), and 2B let it happen, eyes half-closed, as if discovering what gentle touch was.

  My cock hardened instantly just imagining the three naked there, wet bodies touching, foam running over Nazuna’s small breasts, over Elinalise’s blonde curls, over 2B’s pale and perfect skin. I wanted to go in, fuck all three one after the other against the cold tiles, but the bathroom barely fit three people standing. I stayed wanting, cock throbbing in my pants.

  While they got dressed in the bedroom (giggles, dirty comments about “who’s sleeping in the middle today”), I went into the bathroom to take my shower. Hot water running, steam fogging the cracked mirror. I stayed there, leaning against the wall, thinking.

  Everything—absolutely everything—that had happened since I found that stone in the cave was a waking dream. I had three incredible women at home: Elinalise, insatiable and affectionate; Nazuna, zy but devoted; and now 2B, cold on the outside but starting to melt on the inside. They loved me completely, without reservations, without games. Aoki-ya was flourishing—perfect renovation, terrace packed every sunset, profit rising month by month, team working like clockwork. I was no longer the lonely otaku frying tonkatsu to survive. I had a home. I had love. I had sex that left me exhausted and happy every night.

  But with the thought came the fear. All the stories I read—manga, light novels, anime—with mysterious objects bringing blessings always demanded a price ter. The stone gave power, brought real waifus, transformed my life… and then? Would it take everything? Leave me in the gutter again? Cost me years of life? Or worse: take them away from me?

  I took a deep breath, turned off the faucet. “Maybe I’m worrying too much,” I thought. “Maybe this is just… good. Period.” I left the shower, dressed quickly (shorts and old t-shirt) and went back to the bedroom.

  Nazuna and 2B were sitting on the new futon, pying on the Switch 2. Nazuna was controlling 2B in Nier: Automata—the screen showing the android jumping, climbing stairs, and of course, the camera zooming in on the perfect ass every time she moved.

  “Look at you there, 2B! When I jump, you can see your whole big ass!” Nazuna ughed loudly, shaking the controller.

  2B frowned, annoyed but with an almost cute tone:

  “Don’t talk like that… it’s unnecessary.”

  When Nazuna lost a life:

  “Be more careful with me! You’re killing me all the time!”

  Elinalise was in the tiny kitchen of the house (that improvised corner on the second floor), reheating leftovers from the restaurant: reheated tonkatsu, miso soup, rice and a bit of tamagoyaki. She was only in thin bck ce panties and a tight white little top, no bra—pink nipples marking the thin fabric, round ass swaying while she stirred the pot.

  I couldn’t resist. I came up behind, hugged her waist, kissed her hot neck. She moaned softly, pressing her ass against me.

  “Love…” she murmured, hoarse voice.

  I pushed her back against the counter, leaving her on all fours. I pulled the panties to the side with one finger, exposing her already wet pussy (she always got aroused just seeing me hard). I fitted my cock at the hot entrance and thrust in all at once, to the base.

  “Fuck me hard, love…” she asked, voice trembling.

  I obeyed. Fast, deep thrusts, the wet sound echoing low in the kitchen. I grabbed her wide hips, smming hard, balls spping her ass. She moaned muffled, biting her lip so as not to scream loud. I came first—hot jets filling her pussy, cum overflowing and running down her thighs. I didn’t stop: kept thrusting, the semen making viscous noise with every stroke. She came right after—pussy clenching hard around me, body trembling, a long low moan escaping as she braced herself on the counter.

  Elinalise turned her face, kissed my mouth slowly.

  “I love you…” she whispered, flushed, eyes shining.

  She fixed her panties (still dripping cum), took a deep breath and called out loud, normal voice as if nothing had happened:

  “Nazuna! 2B! Come eat, it’s ready!”

  Nazuna and 2B didn’t see or hear—they were focused on the game.

  I sat at the small round four-person table (already tight for the four of us). I thought: “If I dream of another waifu and she appears… there won’t be space. Not on the futon, not at the table, not in the house.”

  They came. Nazuna sat first, sniffing the air like a curious kitten.

  “And this smell of fucked pussy in the air? You guys were having a quickie in the kitchen, right!” she said, ughing and pointing at Elinalise.

  2B blushed instantly, blue eyes wide, sitting quickly as if she wanted to disappear.

  Elinalise gave a naughty little smile, not denying it.

  “Don’t be jealous, Nazuna-chan. We’ll continue all together ter…” she winked at 2B. “We have a new member who needs to get used to us.”

  2B blushed even more, looking at her pte as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

  Nazuna ughed loudly.

  “It’s true! Welcome to the harem, 2B! Here no one gets left out.”

  We ate like that: ughing, pulling conversation with 2B the whole time. Asking about the game (“Do you feel it when you die on screen?”), about the walk (“Did you think the sea is really beautiful?”), about the restaurant (“Did you like cutting the cabbage?”). Little by little, she answered more. Smiled more. Even made a shy joke about “not letting Nazuna control my body in the game again.”

  I wanted her to feel part of the family as quickly as possible. Because she already was. And I knew: the night was going to end on the king-size futon, bodies pressed together, 2B learning what it was to be touched, loved, fucked with care. And I could hardly wait to show her that here, in this world, she no longer needed to be just a combat machine. She could be ours.