Harem Hero

The Harem Plan and the Bedchamber

Motoko messaged you using one of Mitsuru's phones and asked to drop by for another training session. She stepped through the interdimensional rift wearing another one of her rather distinct outfits. A pair of thick, blocky black sunglasses, a tight grey bodysuit, and a long black trench coat. She looks like she just stepped out of a cyberpunk movie, which she technically did.

"Let's train."

And just like that, you were sent spiralling back into the depths of hell. Motoko isn't giving you any slack today. It seems the better you get, the harsher she is with her criticism. Her biting sarcasm and perfectionist mindset forces you to run the course a dozen plus times before she's finally happy. And that's before she demands co-operative drills where you need to properly use squad tactics with her.

After finally coming to a stop and resting, you notice that she's moving a little slower than last time.

"You feeling okay?"

Motoko waves you off, "This is a civilian grade body, since we aren't doing anything special today."

You laugh, "I didn't know you had the ability to turn off from business mode. What's the difference between this and a military body?"

Motoko cocks her hips to the side, "Lighter, the joints and muscular system are less robust, there's no armour, and it also comes with all of the comfort features. Like eating, defecating, anatomical accuracy."

"Oh, you did say that your 'combat' body didn't come with nipples."

"They don't. No need for things like that on something you're only meant to use occasionally. If you're going about your everyday business - people like to be reminded that they're still human. Missing out on functions like those can lead to depression and dissociation, where the mind rejects the body."

You listen attentively and quickly come up with another question; "I don't mean to bring up something personal but you've been in a cyborg body for a long time, right? Do you still feel that way?"

Motoko's face shifts to a dissatisfied look, "I've been in a mechanical body for as long as I can remember. It's something that you can never get used to. The human brain is wired to think a certain way. I have a collection of spare bodies in my apartment. Some for work, some for leisure."

"That's wild. Is it really that easy to swap between them?"

Motoko nods. "If there was someone out there who'd be willing to transfer themselves into a 'non-human' body for good, I could only conclude that there's something wrong with them."

"I guess. Hey, are you planning on doing something else while you're here?"

She shakes her head.

"Not interested in seeing the world before cyberbrains became a thing?"

Motoko doesn't seem interested, "This world isn't so different to mine, even though the technology is less advanced." Figures. She seems like a hard woman to entertain and interest. Speaking of entertainment...

"Mitsuru told me that everyone we summon already knows the score – I forgot to ask you last time. Are you familiar with us?"

That confident smirk falters for just a second. "Ah. Are you trying to ask me if I'm a big 'fan' of yours?"

"Sure. Let's go with that."

She sighs, "It's no good dancing around this one is it? I am."

"What's our story like in your world? How similar is it to this universe?"

"The core elements are the same. You and Mitsuru fighting alien invaders, summoning characters from other media franchises, set in a quaint retro-future city before the invention of most modern technology. All of that is mixed in with a large amount of sexual comedy and meta commentary. It's a very guilty pleasure. Don't start trying to make fun of me-"