Uribatake set down the VR helmet and sighed. What the hell had happened to his wife? Back in college she was a burning inferno of love. Then he got her pregnant and had a 'headache' ever since. Now the only place he could relive the passion they had once shared was in the virtual reality interface he had... modified so that the user could use it for personal hentai reasons and yet not break the stupid contract. After all, the intimate contact only occurred in the machine.

Maybe it was something like that. Or maybe it was Akito with one of the girls:
 

Akito shook his head after removing the helmet. "That was weird at the end. Why did we say those things?"

"Um, I'd be more concerned about them." His virtual lover pointed at two pissed girls and one angry Mr. Prospector waving what looked to be their contracts.

Akito looked up. "This sucks."

A rather bizarre answer, and surprisingly possible. However, it's not the answer. Try again.