-1Maybe it wasn't a weekly thing, or even a monthly thing. Only about six times a year since he started playing the ever-so-addicting on-line game. But how he wished that number was greater.

Sure, the tricks were sometimes annoying, but the more attention she gave to him, the more he craved her.

She would laugh when he used the item she gave him, though he always knew it would corrupt his character. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" she would say sarcastically. "Maybe if we take a little trip into the dungeon, we'll find a cure for your little…abnormality."

And of course, he would willingly agree to go. The entire journey through the dungeon, his eyes would trace her body. The purple color of her digital fur, her curves, her long ears that stuck straight up just like his--

A baby was crying in the room down the hall. He knew there was a diaper to change, or a tiny stomach to fill, but the temptress in front of him was too much to stay away from, even for a few moments.

"Damn it, Hiroshi! Why can't you get off that damn game for three minutes to take care of your son?!"

Piros doesn't change diapers.

"Mia," the large Axeman said, using the tone she seemed to enjoy. Authority. "Where is this cure-item? I'd like to return to vanquishing this game from evil." What a lie.

A seductive smirk grew on her face and her cat-tail swished side to side. "Just a little further. We need to go in deeper."

The body behind the computer terminal twitched and his legs moved in a way that they only did when he was aroused. Damn her words.

Another day, different trick, same arousal.

His bulky character's weapons disappeared from his inventory and from sight. Slightly annoying, but one more chance to spend another sexually frustrating day with her.

"You'll have to figure this one out yourself, Piros," Mia said. The small Wavemaster at her side watched her in amazement. A pinch of jealousy hit his heart.

"You've gotten me into this situation, Mia, so you are going to help me get out of it!"

Mia took a step closer, swishing her hips in the way he liked. "You're a smart man. You don't need my help. Come on, Elk. Let's go."

All he could do was watch is eye candy walk away with the luckiest Wavemaster in The World. If he had his axe, it'd be placed right in the back of Elk's head.

He began to search random dungeons, imagining Mia trotting next to him, her tail erect in battle, her feline breasts bouncing in rhythm of her footfalls, her sly comments that always tugged at the hem of his pants.

A baby started to cry, and an impatient wife opened the door to the dark room. "Hiroshi! Can you please help me today with him?!"

Piros doesn't clean up baby vomit.

A door slammed. A disappointed character logged out.

Another day, no trick, intense arousal.

"Come on, Mia, I'm waiting for it," he told her, almost begging to be tricked into spending time with her. But instead, the cat sat against a wall, which was strange for normal characters. But then again, Mia wasn't normal.

She seemed almost broken today. Her head lolled to the side, her eyes seemed distant, and it took her forever to stand up.

"Piros, let's go. I want to show you something. You'll like it," she mumbled, holding onto his huge arm for support. His legs twitched, although her touch wasn't real.

As they stumbled to the golden rings that would take them away to solitude, a baby began to cry. He ignored the cries of his almost-year-old son and put his full attention on his little toy.

"Ignore that brat," Mia snapped at him.

"Of course."

In the dark house behind him, a wife gathered her things, held her baby close, and shut the door, leaving her husband to his temptress.