A salary of 9,000 euros. Three hours of work per day. And a border that ceases to exist. In my desperate job search, I stumble upon an advertisement that sounds too good to be true: Sexus Robotech is looking for a trainee for “interaction with humanoid systems.” Driven by pure curiosity and the prospect of a life of luxury, I find myself in the professor's glass empire. But what awaits me there defies all human imagination. The prototypes are not machines made of sheet metal and cables – their realism is insane. They breathe, they sweat, they possess a bionic warmth and a tactile perfection that makes them indistinguishable from real men. Only their strength is not human. The application test alone is tearing me apart. When I stand before the first model, my world collapses. His grip is relentless, his stamina boundless. It's an experience that pushes me to my physical and mental limits and shatters everything I thought I knew about pleasure. Three hours of active “duty” a day sounds like a dream with that kind of pay. But as I delve deeper into the world of bionic ecstasy, I realize: At Sexus Robotech, they don't just test robots. They test how long a human heart can withstand absolute perfection before it loses its mind. I signed the contract. There's no going back now. For adults only.