Lozjam licked his fingertips, coating them in a fine layer of saliva.
"Hyessssss..." he moaned, the limelight of the computer illuminating his palor complexion the way the sun gives light to the moon.
He stared fixedly at the screen, on which was displayed a stamp-sized image of a 0/10 generic anime waifu. Lozjam had deluded himself into thinking that because no one knew who she was she was pure. The opposite held true, as the poorly cropped image was a total **** incarnate.
He glided his fingertips past his forehead and smoothed his greasy locks and managed to shakily stand himself up next to his desk. He hoisted one leg up, if the mass of atrophied flesh could be called that, onto the desk. With great difficulty he managed to get the rest of himself onto the table. He lay on the desk for a few desperate minutes, staring at the girl out of the corner of his eyes, as if he were an animal in a cage, warily looking for a shred of hope.
Suddenly the avatar spoke.
"Lozjam. Lozjam. Can you hear me?"
Lozjam halfway fell off the table at the sound of his animated Japanese girlfriend speaking to him.
"Yes! Yes, I can hear you! Watashi wa Lozjam desu!"
"Lozjam, we can become...one"
Tears in his eyes, he realized he was having a bad dream.
Lozjam awoke in a cold sweat, the cool, musky perspiration gleaming off of his toned muscles.
"Lozjam, is it the dream again desu?" whispered his waifu, squinting at him with her narrow Japanese eyes. Her hair was tussled from their midnight romp.
"Yes dear desu. Again, desu."
She snuggled up against Lozjam. "It will be ok desu. Never leave me, I want to have babies with you desu."
"But your father desu. Cap'nChreest desu might not approve desu."
"Nonsense desu." She traced the romaji for 'I lovu you' on his perfectly built chest. "Father lets me sleep with who I want desu." She smooched Lozjam on the forehead as Lozjam held her against him. His heart rate slowed and he counted desus to fall back to sleep.