Tapping his finger on the desk, eyes closed, the other hand pressed against the ear-buds, he listened to the recorded moans before almost immediately scoffing in disgust and pressing stop. This one failed to pass muster as well.

In Jin’s own opinion, while he at times felt a child of two worlds who had a foot in both but belonged in neither, he’d still come out fine for the most part and in most respects differed little from his peers.

Or so he liked to believe.

Eyes scanning the list of samples sent by hopefuls and some experienced voice actresses alike, he ignored most of them and instead settled on a familiar name.

Sure his mom was Japanese and his father who he’d never met very much wasn’t, but for all that at times growing up had been difficult for them both, they still had had each other and Jin had somehow managed to survive his years through hell as he and his friends liked to joke and call the various stages of school, followed by a few more years in a different sort hell to get his degree and all that entailed.

But he’d managed and in all honesty, compared to some of his acquaintances, not all of whom he liked, and even some of his friends, Jin had done well enough for himself.

At least after he’d gotten his lucky break with his fifth Hentai game. The game proving a hit and the couple games after it even more so.

The ear-buds blared, the recording of his long time friend Suu trying its best to caress his ears but for all that his friend made a spirited attempt, something remained missing. But at least compared to most anyone else he’d listened to so far, she came closest.

He chose another sample at random.

In fact his games had proved so much of a success that Jin, who’d at the start of pursuing his dream had moved back in home with his mom to cut down on costs and help where he could, it now felt to him that the beautiful older woman whom he loved more than any other, wouldn’t need to keep slaving away at work for much longer and would soon be able to retire early and enjoy life.

The door to the apartment opened with the soft chime of a small bell and at the same time Jin, eyes flying open, paused the recording in disgust this one sucking big time unlike Suu who had at least tried and came closer than most, that he could admit but no, she wasn’t a right fit either and this gall whoever she was, definitely didn’t pass muster.

“Of course, I will see to it, you can count on me, Ma’am!” his mother’s bright voice came from the door and he turned to watch her step inside one hand holding her phone, gaze fixed at the recipient of the video-call while with her free hand she reached and slipped one dainty foot free of its prison, cute toes reaching behind to push the door closed before she worked free the other foot.

“Its critical, Akemi,” his mom’s boss said, her annoying voice coming from the other end. “We can’t afford any delays. Its been hard on you, I know but⁠—”

“Worry not, Ma’am! I understand!” Akemi the professional said with a bright smile and after a few more polite corporate words which amounted to nothing in the end, the annoyance ended the calls and Akemi faded to be replaced by his tired mom.

The mom who let out a tired exhale, seeming to shrink, exhaustion evident and Jin jumped to his feet.

“Oh! Sorry honey, must have been more out of it than I thought,” she said with a tired if even more radiant and love filed smile. In Jin’s opinion at least. “How was your day?” the beautiful older woman asked, pushing a strand of brown, almost reddish hair away from one of her dark eyes, both of them shining with love. “Made any progress?”

Jin exhaled in frustration, shaking his head.

“No, can’t say I have mom,” he said. “I came close a few times but…none of them seem to quite fit you know?”

She didn’t. Not truly, but she’d never judged him for his work, the beautiful older woman had been nothing but supportive even if she didn’t quite understand nor care about videogames for all that she could and did use a computer like a wiz at work.

The same work that seemed to be draining the life out of the mousy woman smiling up at him now, her gaze full of love and support.

“I’m sure you will honey, I believe in you!” she said and offered him a quick hug which made his breath hitch for her touch was soft, warm, and he felt a pair of perky handfuls press up against him, making him swallow as for one sinful moment he dared to imagine what it would be like to have the shorter woman under him, moaning for him, moaning his name as he rocked her world, kneaded her breasts and made love to her in a manner unbeffiting that of a son.