Chapter 372: Support
’I couldn’t wait for you to come and clear the cupboards. But not you’re gone and leaving nothing but a sign—’
"..."
Though she didn’t break down crying, Rebecca’s synthetic eyes glistened with moisture, her expression fixed in a severe pout as the final episode of Cyberpunk Edgerunners drew to a close.
Breaking the tense silence, Vahn, seated next to Rebecca atop the same sofa but with a respectful distance separating them, explained, "It might be difficult to believe or accept, but the world you know and all others in this multiverse we’ve dubbed Invirtua are actualizations—fictional worlds made real through my power. Your world’s history and everything you’ve experienced happened, but at the same time, only thirteen months have passed since Invirtua’s creation."
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After staring intently at Vahn for several seconds in silence, ostensibly gathering her thoughts, Rebecca asked, "You’re the one who gave David all those Eddies, right?"
"That’s right..." affirmed Vahn, preempting Rebecca’s next question by explaining, "I was hoping that he and Lucy could be the champions and representatives of your world, but he refused to heed my words and shot me in the head. Despite his hostility, I undid the damage his implants had done to his mind, removed the heavy metals from his blood, and gave him those Eurodollars in the hope that it would hinder his decline or prevent it altogether."
"And then you came to me..." remarked Rebecca, her brows creasing as she asserted, "Since you saw that I was willing to die to help David, you knew I wouldn’t be able to refuse whatever you had planned if you saved him..."
Shaking his head, Vahn calmly asserted, "I believed you would be most likely to hear me out, but just like with David and Lucy, I won’t force you to become a savior or fight for a cause you’re not personally invested in. If you would rather return and pretend this conversation never happened, you’re free to do so."
"What are my other options?" asked Rebecca, her expression serious as she gripped her oversized right hand into a fist and asserted, "Even if it hasn’t happened, I won’t let Arasaka and that bastard Faraday get away with treating David like some guinea pig. And if it wasn’t you who set me up tonight, it must have been that traitor Kiwi who sent those Scavs after me."
"I can understand why you would jump to that conclusion, but the truth is that Kiwi fled Night City the moment she received her cut of the Eddies I gifted to David," countered Vahn, revealing, "Those Scavs were contacted by a patron of the bar you were drinking at. Getting drunk, grousing about David eloping, and telling the barkeep you’d be covering everyone’s tabs for the evening told the other patrons two things—that you had money to blow and that no one would be arriving to back you up..."
"I get it—I was an idiot, okay? Can we skip to the part where you explain to me my options already...?" asked Rebecca, frowning deeply and poutily puffing her cheeks.
"That depends on what you want to do," stated Vahn, clarifying, "If you’re fine with your world in its current state and simply wish to pursue revenge against Arasaka and Faraday, we can provide you the means to become a powerful Solo. But if you want to fix your world as a whole, there are three ways we can go about it. The simplest, quickest, and most catastrophic in the short term would be to ask that we introduce Mana and indestructible structures called Tutorial Towers into your world. This will render nuclear weapons ineffective, restore life to the badlands, and allow those without cybernetics to develop unique Skills and use Magic."
"Are you for real...?" asked Rebecca, crossing her arms as she pointed out, "I’m pretty sure I’ve read that exact premise in a manga or graphic novel."
"As I explained previously, Invirtua is a collection of fictional worlds made real through my power," reminded Vahn. "This includes countless settings inspired by anime, manga, movies, and video games, so if you search long and hard enough, there’s nothing you can’t find."
"Right..." muttered Rebecca, followed by her demonstrating a surprising degree of insight by narrowing her eyes and questioning, "But why can’t you introduce Mana and stuff into our world by yourself. Why do you need permission?"
"Because I’m an outsider..." answered Vahn, suppressing a weary sigh as he went into a lengthy explanation about fate, karma, and the concepts of karmic deficits and swings.
"Put simply, the more an outsider takes direct action in a world, the more they become tethered and bound to its fate..." concluded Vahn, exhaling from his nose as he appended, "And though this may sound callous, your world ultimately has nothing to do with me. I entered it by happenstance, and were it not for my choosing to watch your anime, I would have lost all interest in it after one of the gangs from the Watson District attempted to deceive, beat, and butcher me..."
"So that was you..." muttered Rebecca, having heard about the incident Vahn was alluding to. Word on the street was that an invincible monster had completely wiped out a group of Scavs on the east side, and based on the photos circulating, Vahn hadn’t shown the group mercy.
Staying on topic, Vahn reiterated, "As I said before, I won’t force you to take on this karmic burden. This is a lot to ask of anyone, and depending on the decisions you make, you could meet a tragic end as karma tries to correct the imbalance your actions create. As far as it’s concerned, you’re meant to die, crushed under Adam Smasher’s heel. Simply living past that point is going to increase your karma exponentially..."
"That applies to David as well, right...?" asked Rebecca, her expression regaining its severity. She truthfully didn’t care if she died, but nothing caused her greater anguish and frustration than seeing those she cared about suffer or throw their lives away.
"It does..." affirmed Vahn, nodding. With that, Rebecca’s mind was made up. What happened next left Vahn at a slight loss as she hopped up from the sofa, stood in front of him, and rather abruptly stripped off her panties as she stated, "I’m all-in. Whatever needs to be done to fix my world, let it be done. I’ll take responsibility for everything."
After dropping her panties onto the floor, Rebecca climbed onto Vahn’s lap, straddling him with her deceptively wide hips and pliant thighs and holding his gaze as she asserted, "But you have to take responsibility for me. Let me join your harem and give me all the support you can spare. I won’t let you half-ass things..."
"I wouldn’t, even if you didn’t join my harem," responded Vahn, sliding his hands along Rebecca’s soft thighs and grasping her round and fleshy butt as he added, "But if you need assurance, I’m not unwilling to provide...my only requirement is that, from the moment you become mine, you become mine alone..."
"You’re one greedy bastard..." muttered Rebecca, adopting a cheeky and seductive smile as she shifted her weight onto her knees, raising her butt and bringing her face in line with Vahn’s. She felt it was hypocritical of him to have a harem yet prohibit others from sleeping around, but she wasn’t even a little surprised. Those at the top always hated sharing with others, so instead of harping over it, she linked her arms around Vahn’s neck and shoulders, observed his absurdly handsome face for several seconds, and leaned in to kiss him.
’Fuck me...’ Rebecca lamented internally, feeling something hot, hard, and massive smack against her butt. She had expected that Vahn would have a big dick, but even without seeing it directly, she could tell he was even bigger than a narcissistic Corpo who replaced their natural phimotic cock with a fully-chromed Hyper Magnum. Since those were the exact types of people who targeted girls like her, she could endure it. But it wasn’t going to be pleasant. At the very least, that’s what she had assumed...
Contrary to Rebecca’s expectations, Vahn didn’t force her to take a seat on his oversized cock and try to dominate her. Instead, he reciprocated her kiss with surprising finesse and massaged her butt, the warmth of his large and soft hands spreading through her cheeks as her pussy began to leak fluids onto his shaft.
’He’s actually really good at this...’ acknowledged Rebecca, separating from Vahn’s lips to catch her breath. In response, he smiled at her, his hands transitioning from her butt to her sides as he remarked, "You’re a good kisser..." while holding her gaze with a smolder.
"Just stick it in me already..." retorted Rebecca, her expression flat even as Vahn’s touch caused her purple-hued nipples to harden.
"If you insist..." responded Vahn, supporting Rebecca’s butt with his left hand and directing his glans to the small but startlingly elastic entrance of her pussy. Her insides had been bisculpted during her time with The Mox, so despite her small stature, Vahn’s nearly thirty-centimeter cock slid into her nearly to its base. Those same procedures had left her unable to bear children, but once he was seated snugly, Rebecca closed her eyes, bit her bottom lip, and triggered a program that caused her insides to tighten and writhe like a living creature.
Though he couldn’t help feeling slightly disappointed due to Rebecca’s lack of Mana and spiritual energy, Vahn silently stared at her face with an appreciative smolder, waiting for her to open her right eye and peer back at him. He could tell she was expecting him to manhandle and go to town on her, but he instead continued caressing her sides, his voice relaxed as he muttered, "No need to rush things..."
Lowering her head and turning her eyes up at Vahn with an ’are you for real’ kind of look, Rebecca countered, "We’re just fucking, choom. If you want an emotional connection, get a dog..."
Taking matters into her own hands, Rebecca bit her bottom lip a second time and began aggressively rolling, twisting, and spinning her hips with the intention of getting Vahn to blow his load as quickly as possible. She viewed their having sex as sealing the agreement between them, so once she got him to cum, that would be the end of things.
Unfortunately for Rebecca, the software she had installed had very little effect on him. And due to his Stalwart Adonis, she couldn’t help feeling an increasing amount of pleasure as she attempted in vain to get him to cum before her. She usually needed to be choked or shot up to feel more than pressure and friction from sex, but with Vahn, her insides tingled in a way she had never experienced.
’What is this feeling...?’ Rebecca asked herself, her eyes closed tightly as she clung to Vahn’s shoulders, shifted her feet under her, and bounced as quickly as she could. She had experienced pleasure and orgasms before, but she couldn’t recall the last time she had one without a stimulant or the aid of a BD. At the very least, it was before her body was modified—so at least a decade...
"Calm down..." whispered Vahn, pulling Rebecca into his embrace and holding her tightly, preventing her from chasing an orgasm he could tell she wouldn’t be able to achieve on her own. Her mods and the software she had installed interfered with the signals being sent between her brain and pussy due to the limiter installed to prevent an overload. Nerves only transmitted information at between fifty and a hundred and twenty meters per second. Optical fibers, on the other hand, transmitted impulses at two hundred thousand meters per second, forcing Rebecca’s neural implant to inhibit and filter the majority of what she was experiencing.
’I really don’t like that world...’ thought Vahn, holding Rebecca tighter as she briefly struggled and tried to shake her hips. Fortunately, he was able to calm her down fairly quickly with the combination of his S-Rank Petting and Wounds Transfer. Then, as she had already said that she was all-in on doing whatever was necessary to fix her world, he produced a crystalline King’s Piece, bright green and covered in golden, circuit-like lines from his Inventory—inserting it into her body through her back...
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