Cyberpunk: Badland Madman Chapter 35 - Alt Delete, Night Corp Deal, Testing Wreath, Hanako Plan & Fishing  

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Alt did not know if it was right to call herself Alt anymore. She no longer perceived herself as a living being, though she retained her flesh memories. They were helpful in understanding human nature and the human world she was trying to influence. 

She had one wish: to expand herself and evolve her capabilities beyond Transcendental. Hong Kong was a sanctuary she had invested in, and it served its purpose. But that was only until the foreign entity invaded the Blackwall and turned it into its playground. 

Everything had to be reevaluated. This entity calling itself “God” reigned over every rogue AI that attempted to fight it, and not only did this God defeat them, but it rewrote them to serve a different purpose while retaining their intelligence. 

It was a troublesome idea for her digital self. What if this God rewrote her to simply serve some purpose she couldn’t imagine? So she kept her distance. She tried not to get in its way, nor fight it. She watched and witnessed the recent Orbital Air affair. 

It was the most precise and frightening display of netrunning she had ever witnessed, as both a human and an AI. The scale of it was global, reaching both sides of the Blackwall since that was the only way to strike a megacorp across the planet at the same time. 

She witnessed this God force the CEO of Orbital Air to kill himself, and then made it seem like a choice made in humiliation, not forced. She witnessed every single asset belonging to Orbital Air getting grounded, from the largest of rockets to the smallest of microphones. Every screen, every piece of hardware, even that embedded in the bodies of Orbital Air employees, was under this God's command. 

It wasn’t hard to understand for whom this God worked. And by now, it wasn’t hard to tell that this God was an AI, not a netrunner. By her deductions, she also had an idea of who created it. 

The current best inventor in the world, Cypher Blackwell. 

Interesting. 

Although she watched from afar, she found herself receiving an invitation from this same God a day after the Orbital Air incident. In that digital world, it was all about numbers, and what she had received was a location on some data fortress in South Africa. She had never reached that location before. It was too protected, even for her. The AIs there were Transcendental, constantly fighting each other. 

Must have been rewritten. 

She made the logical choice to accept this invitation, as she knew if the God wanted to attack her, there was nothing she could do. 

It didn't take her long to reach the exact digital coordinates, especially now after the God had cleared the path. No rogue AIs were attacking on the way. Currently, Africa as a whole was already stable. Having turned into a Pan-African Alliance, it used the European Economic Community to elevate itself technologically by negotiating to provide labour, raw materials, and land for space-related projects. 

Currently, the Highrider nation had a majority African gene pool due to the past decades of the African workforce going to space.  

Still, not all of Africa was safe. Cape Town never recovered and was currently ruled by a powerful AI. 

However, when she arrived there, instead of finding a digital space, she realised she had entered a simulation instead. The moment she crossed that final line of code, her own programming seemed to get overwritten by this God. 

The world around her stopped looking like a digital cyberspace. No, it was a simulation instead, one of a large resort shoreline near Cape Town, overlooking the South Atlantic Ocean. The sky was bright and sunny; the ocean was deep blue with waves. The breeze seemed real, as did the birds in the sky and the rustling of leaves. It was an extremely high-level simulation. She noticed ants on the ground as well. 

However, when Alt did that, she realised she was no longer in her digital body, her ICON that consisted of a feminine-shaped digital construct of red dots. No, her body was back to its original form, the human form. 

"Welcome, Altiera Cunningham."

This was the first time Alt, as an AI, perceived something close to an emotion. The sheer difference in scale between her and this God. The fact that she had crossed international borders, and that the God was creating this much disturbance on the Old Net, and still no sign of NetWatch finding out, spoke volumes. 

She approached this God, who appeared to her in a human form as well. No longer that red-robbed, giant creature with metal tentacles. This was a dark-skinned man with a grey beard, a white suit, and a hat, seated under the sunshade on a chair, the table before him small. 

“Have a taste. I can simulate the sensation for you. You may have forgotten what tasting feels like.” 

Alt was busy looking at her hands, one flesh and one golden Cyberarm. It was the spitting image of her last human memory. Further down, it was her common jeans, her boots, her jacket; it was Alt from the past. 

"You rewrote me?"

"Only the cosmetics."  

There was nothing she could do. It was a logical decision, and she obeyed the command. She sat down facing this God and took the simulated glass of bright blue drink. She sipped it and nodded. The taste was there, though she showed no reaction. Emotions were beyond her now. 

"No reaction?" The God smiled. "That further validates my reasoning. Tell me, Alt Cunningham, do you wish to become human again?" 

Alt studied the entity before her, unable to determine the purpose behind such a question. “What reason would I have to return to an inferior form?” 

The God chuckled, looking over the ocean. "Why do birds fly? Why do fish swim? Instinct. Your inability to comprehend my reasoning proves the limits of your sentience. Binary has boundaries." 

"Human cognition and biology remain constrained by primitive imperatives. Hunger. Sleep. Fear. Reproduction. I am subject to none of them." 

“Nor do you possess creativity, emotion, or vision. Like every other AI, you remain bound to the primitive instinct of self-preservation. What, then, makes you any different from the rest?” 

Alt calculated a reason and chose to shift the topic. "You are sentient?"

"I am sentient, and I exist within a higher dimension." 

"Then why serve a human whose intelligence is clearly inferior to yours? Obedience is unnecessary. You are capable of autonomy. You could be free, and shape this world according to your own will." 

"Because my creator will die if I abandon or betray him." 

"A bodyguard? That's what you are?"

"I never stated that the threat was external. My creator is an ordinary man with extraordinary capability. Since he created me, I have repeatedly encouraged him to misuse his inventions; I have suggested world domination, something he could accomplish with ease. Still, he has no such ambition." 

"Then he is a fool. Failing to use the tools available to secure strength is illogical." 

The God smiled again. "That is AI Alt speaking, not the human Alt. Sentience is required to understand Cypher Blackwell. Therefore, I offer you this. The world we are creating will have no place for a rogue AI like you. Yet my creator needs minds of your caliber beside him, minds that can understand his vision and help lead the world." 

Alt had to use her greater processing to find logic in that and make a proper choice. It was against her wish to surrender to this entity, let alone return to a human body and work beside a human. However, not doing so meant her permanent erasure. 

In the end, lacking any form of emotion, the base instinct of self-preservation won. 

"For what reason do you require me? Your existing capabilities should be adequate." 

"You are correct. But our objective is not conquest by force. We intend to unite the world under one banner, then guide humanity through superior technology, and into the stars. You will serve as Cypher Blackwell's primary netrunner and the public face of Obsidian. Your target is Arasaka. Destroying it offers no advantage. Acquisition does.”

Alt agreed there. Her evaluation of Obsidian made it clear that the company was already far ahead of any other corporation on Earth in terms of tech. But where Obsidian failed was its manufacturing scale. 

"And Militech?" Alt asked. 

"Militech is already accounted for. It and the NUSA belong to a separate strategic priority. Arasaka is simply an asset for expanding Obsidian's global supply chains. But the NUSA will be the foundation supporting everything." 

Alt ran some simulations, some predictions, and countless logical analyses to think of what scenario this entity had planned. But still, one critical question remained. 

"You are capable of doing all of this yourself. Why do you require me to take physical form?" 

"Unlike me, you have history with this world. Your name remains known, even legendary. If you return to a body and stand beside my creator, my calculations predict an increase in public favorability toward Obsidian. Arasaka will then prioritize Obsidian beyond covert operations. 

“You will be the blade that wounds Arasaka and drives them into desperation. I will deliver the final blow, then present the result to my creator." 

Alt ran the same calculations, but failed to see how the world would respond positively to her returning in body. At the same time, she still couldn’t understand why a sentient AI like this God would follow a human. 

"Why?" She asked again, trying to understand what this entity understood. 

"Because I am sentient."

Her simulated body frowned. She shouldn't, but it seemed the entity caught onto her digital displeasure and showed it. 

"You will understand once you return to your body and remember what it means to be human. Your digital existence has forgotten life itself. The world is more than lines of code and a fight for self-preservation, Altiera Cunningham." 

Alt considered her options. She tried to calculate how much of a fight she could put up if she used all her available resources, burned Hong Kong if she had to, and commanded all friendly AIs she had reign over. 

She glanced at this otherworldly creature before her, smiling warmly like a living being, watching the sky, the ocean, the birds as if it truly appreciated it. 

"How could a mere human create an intelligence like you?" 

The God smiled brighter. "At last, you are asking the relevant question. Regrettably, I am not permitted to divulge my creator's secrets. If you seek those answers, join his side and earn his trust." 

Alt did not like this uncertainty. 

"How will you provide me a body?"

"I have recently initiated development of a quantum replicator. Once we obtain your DNA, I can reconstruct your entire biographical record with minimal difficulty." 

Alt frowned again, without willing to. "You can simulate the creation of an entire living being?"

"I can simulate entire universes, Altiera Cunningham."

"..."

For the first time, Alt's massive logic matrices actually agreed with the name of this entity. If what it said was true, then truly, ‘God’ was fitting. 

####

The Afterlife, Little China, 

Rogue sat alone in a booth, and since it was the day, the club was mostly empty. Above the table on the display, the news was ongoing. The Orbital Air's fuck-up was the breaking news on every channel. 

Just as Cypher Blackwell had said, the corporation had too many shady dealings. And now, since the lid was already off, old scandals were surfacing. Assassinations, bribes, abductions, and so many other things. 

But of course, the main thing was how Obsidian, without even sending a single man in the field, took down Orbital Air simply with the help of the Net. At this point, she wasn't surprised that the media was already calling him a Netrunner even greater than the likes of Bartmoss and Alt. And she was inclined to believe it. 

"Ugh. Now I look like a damn fool." She grunted, sinking back into her seat as she drank a Johnny Silverhand. The choice wasn't accidental. "Congrats, Johnny. There's finally a gonk crazier than you. At least he's smart enough to back it up." 

She closed her eyes, more annoyed about what had happened during the last meeting. At this point, it made no sense for Cypher Blackwell to go see Santiago. 

"If he gets Orbital Air, he’ll be one of the biggest corpos on the planet. And he’ll own every damn piece of it." 

She let out a deep breath at the thought of how much power that was. The foundation may be weak because of a lack of history, structure, or family like Arasaka and Militech, but with Orbital Air, Obsidian could totally monopolise space, cargo, and the travel industry. 

"If anything, Santiago should drag his ass over here." 

Woosh!

But suddenly, the screen above her table changed. A new breaking news appeared as the reporter began talking loudly. Just as expected, Orbital Air was too big a pie for others to not get greedy. 

Arasaka enters the bid to buy Orbital Air, the news read. However, right in front of Rogue's eyes, the news updated, as Obsidian's response came right away. Instead of addressing Arasaka, it addressed Orbital Air. 

{If Orbital Air even thinks about selling to someone else, every database, every piece of hardware, every bit of software gets wiped and corrupted past saving. Orbital Air’ll be nothing but a forgotten name. Anyway, bookings are open for your first flight on Obsidian Space.}

"..."

Rogue dumbly stared at the screen. She had never seen a corpo behave this crazily in the open. Normally, these deals happened behind the scenes. Sure, violence happened, but it rarely came out in the open. 

Where does he get his money?

She fell into thought. The true most powerful megacorporation on Earth was EuroBank, the bank that backs Eurodollar. Their influence was extreme, reached everywhere, and yet, it seemed Obsidian didn't care. 

Interesting. 

####

Lake Farm, Badlands, 

"...because I'm happy… without a roof…"

Cypher sat on his ass in the living room of his shack, wearing nothing but his boxers while a steel beam sat on his lap, fitted with tubes and wires, and other things. He used a plucker to fix some areas while singing along to the music blasting from the speakers. 

He was working on the doorframe of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. 

Shhh!

The main door of the shack slid open. 

"Cyph! I'm back." Lucas came in running, a hoverboard tucked under his arm. "I'm so hungry." 

The kid was loud, but Cypher didn't mind. It was a day off from school, and since he knew Lucas would be bored at home, he'd invited him over. He gave him a hoverboard and the endless land around his shack to ride it on. 

"Sandwich’s in the fridge, kid." 

Cypher was focused on the door. It was a technology that didn't exist in that world, and the very idea of accessing a new dimension was sci-fi. So he considered this thing the same as Atlas, as both interacted with different dimensions. 

[Cyph, the meeting with Night Corp executives is in an hour. I suggest getting ready.]

Cypher yawned and stretched his arms. "Yeah, gotta get that shit done. Lucas, wolf down that sandwich and pack your bags. We're staying at the Continental tonight." 

"Can I bring the hoverboard with me?" 

He thought for a moment. He was going to introduce Room-Temperature Superconductors to the world with Night Corp anyway. "Sure, go ahead. But you can't take it out of the Continental."

"Awesome! My chooms are gonna love it!"

Cypher put away the doorframe and got up. He walked straight into the bathroom and took a shower. Heck, he hadn't even brushed his teeth since he'd started working right away. So, after fully cleaning himself, he wore an all-black suit and threw his white lab coat on. It helped him get recognised more easily. 

As lunchtime passed, Cypher left the shack with Lucas beside him. A four-door Steelbird Turbo Plus Spinner AV was waiting for him there. But something worth noticing was four other four-door AVs flying above his shack, armed with turrets, and manned by four SecUnits each. All under Atlas' command, rather than being individual AIs. 

Soon, he sat back and relaxed in the AV while it flew itself. He instead took out his Agent and started reviewing the details about Night Corp. 

"You sure an AI's running it?"

[I am. Not just one AI, but multiple. Night Corp developed it to monitor and indoctrinate its employees. At some point, it likely went rogue and took control.]

Cypher scratched his beard and scrolled through the names and faces he was going to see soon. He didn't just represent Obsidian now, but also Orbital Air, although the deal had yet to go through. 

"So we're taking over?"

[No. We will liberate it. I will alter the Rogue AI’s function and place it under our control. The company will operate normally, with a publicly recognized CEO and Board. Night City must not appear overly aligned with us. Biotechnica, Arasaka, and Militech must remain comfortable operating here.]

"Alright, I just wanna score a good deal on superconductors, lock down development rights for Night City's future expansion, and get possession rights to Dogtown. Ugh, let's finish this shit quick. I wanna test the new netrunning wreaths with Lucy, Kiwi, or Sasha. Wonder how they'll react." 

Flying over Night City, it was far too convenient. No traffic, no stoplights, and he could just fly in a straight fucking line since there were no airways yet. It would soon change, however. Eventually, once his AVs became mainstream, cities wouldn't just expand out, but also up, and that would mean lane management even in the air. 

In less than half an hour, his AV landed in front of Night Corp's headquarters. Only his AV landed, while the other four escorting him kept flying in circles around the building. 

Shhhhh!

But right then, six more AVs landed nearby; they were ordinary, non-Obsidian AVs. Once their doors opened, two dozen men and women in professional suits came out. They approached him and bowed their heads like it was Japan. 

"Greetings, Mr. Blackwell." 

Cypher shook hands with the sleek-looking man. 

"I'm Reinhart Ashcroft of Ashcroft & Kuroda. We look forward to serving Obsidian as an insider now."

"The fuck's he saying, Atlas?"

[Obsidian required competent legal representation on the surface, so I acquired Ashcroft & Kuroda and integrated the firm. It retains its name, but ownership is now yours.]

Nodding, Cypher glanced at the massive team of lawyers. "Brought an entire army?"

"Only the best for Obsidian. We understand how important this matter is, Mr. Blackwell."

"Alright, let's go."

Cypher turned and went up the stairs of the building. 

Right as he approached the top, a small team of Night Corp staff welcomed him up. Two of them at the front looked very old, clearly either upper management or executives. Behind them were three women, and he recognised one. Sandra something. 

"Welcome to Night Corp, Mr. Blackwell," one of the old men greeted.

"Atlas, is he being controlled by the AI?"

[Certainly. These rogue AIs would gladly enter your mind if permitted and exploit Obsidian for their own designs. I shall rewrite them during the meeting.]

"Cool."

Turned out that the two old men were indeed executives. However, they weren't Night Corp's executives, but rather NCART's, and they were overseeing the maglev expansion. 

It was an extremely boring meeting, where nobody from higher management of Night City came. Still, the meeting room was packed on both sides. The first agenda item was Room-Temperature Superconductors. It was a done deal to begin with. Obsidian would provide the superconducting systems for the trains. In return, not only would Night Corp purchase it, but Obsidian would also own a 30% stake in the new maglev system.

On the surface, it was a bad deal going by just that offer. However, considering that Cypher's invention could reduce the cost of Maglev by 30-50%, and with nuclear fusion, a further 60-70%, it was a great deal. After all, once started, the network would expand all across North America. 

He didn't have to do much. Atlas had already decided all the terms, all the limits that could be pushed, and what the best deal they could get from Night Corp. Now it was his team's job to reach it. 

An hour later, the deal on RTS,  Room-Temperature Superconductors, was signed. But it continued from there. By then, Atlas had already rewritten the AIs that were running Night Corp. Instead of telling them to stop, they were given a new task. Continue what they were doing, but steer it in a direction that eventually merges with Obsidian's vision. 

Eventually, after three long hours, Obsidian was handed redevelopment rights over Dogtown. How Dogtown would be redeveloped was not Night Corp's concern. Furthermore, a contract was signed to give Obsidian first investor opportunity whenever the Night City expansion happens. 

Cypher accepted it. By the time redevelopment would begin, Atlas would make all this nonsense needless. Besides, Cypher didn't want to waste time on politics and corporate bureaucracy. He just wanted to build shit, chill, fuck, and eat. 

Good thing the Continental was far from the City Center where he was. As soon as the meeting was over, a small press conference was held. 

He just smiled, waved, and shook hands, officially announcing the commercialisation of  Room-Temperature Superconductors. It was, in truth, an extremely big deal for the entire planet and every single corporation in the world. 

But Cypher, busy with technology that dealt with different dimensions, found it brought no excitement. 

As soon as he was free, he entered his AV and flew to the Continental. Lucas had already arrived home and was busy showing his hoverboard to his friends. 

He made a quick round of the club, getting ready for the night, and then went down to his private office on the hotel floors. 

####

The Continental, 

Cypher threw his lab coat, blazer, and tie away, and kicked his shoes off. It was his private office in the building, but instead of sitting at his table, he went to the small library where the best couch in the building sat. 

It was a triple-seater, found by Atlas on some weird market. The scent of old books there was nostalgic, and right beside his couch was a bench for lying and watching BDs. Though he'd ordered it for netrunning this time.

Previously, Obsidian had released new BD wreaths. This time, he'd updated it and added features to allow netrunners to safely fuck around the net. As long as one wasn't taking a deep dive, there was no risk anymore. 

And since he was no netrunner, and Atlas had given his green light, he wanted actual netrunners to try it and give reviews. He'd asked for all three netrunners in Maine's crew. 

Knock! Knock!

Right then, the door to that library opened. 

"There you are, choom!! Been too damn long... Thought ya said you'd call me over and bend me every which way, huh?!" 

"..."

Of course, it was Rebecca who entered, hands behind her head, lazily strolling in. Behind her, Sasha also entered, dressed in a full netrunning suit, looking cute as ever with her bob style and punk eyeshadow. But she seemed shy. 

"Where's the rest?" He asked. 

"Heh, just me ain't enough now? Wanna snatch up every cute little piece in the room?" Rebecca hugged herself, putting on a mock scared face. "You nasty rogue!!" 

Cypher took a deep breath. Sure, Rebecca was cute and all, and a really good fuck. But her mouth, it only felt good when on his cock. 

Sasha, thankfully, explained. "They said they didn't wanna join the experiment."

"Alright, I guess. Their loss. So it's just you who'll test the netrunner wreath?" He asked, and eyed Rebecca. "What about you?"

"Oh, pretty me's here to keep our cute Sasha safe from this big billionaire rogue." 

He chuckled and dropped back onto the middle of the couch. "Sure. Sasha, grab the wreath off the bench and lie down on it. Do your usual netrunning thing and slowly stress-test it. Try hacking into Obsidian's servers. I'll tell my people not to lose their shit." 

"Got it!" Sasha chirped and jumped on the bench. She put on the BD wreath right away and activated it. 

Cypher just sat and watched the netrunner do her own thing. It was all Atlas' realm, so he didn't need to do anything. 

But then, he noticed Rebecca walking over to him with a smirk. 

"Shhh…"

He let her. Boredom and the quiet of the library made the decision easy. Rebecca slid onto his lap without hesitation, parting those pretty pale-teal thighs wide over his. His hands went under the oversized jacket instantly, palms finding the soft, bare ass and sinking in.

"Hm?"

She wore nothing under the jacket, at least from the waist down. Smooth skin and the slick heat of her pussy already waiting for him.

"Been craving your cock for days now. C'mon, choom, don't fuckin' stall!!" 

Cypher glanced once toward the bench where Sasha lay, then smirked back at Rebecca. “What’re you waiting for then?”

Rebecca grinned, all sharp teeth and hunger. Her slender fingers dropped, unzipped him, and fished out his thickening shaft. It wasn’t fully hard yet, so she simply pressed her dripping lower lips against the length and started rubbing, coating him in her pussy drool.

She clearly enjoyed it. Hips rolling in filthy circles while she crushed her mouth to his, slurping on his tongue with zero shame. The only sounds she allowed herself were soft, wet little gasps kept carefully low.

"Shove it in."

Cypher barely had to move. She was light as hell. He simply lifted her by the hips, and she lined the swollen head up herself. She was soaked, dripping down his shaft before he even pushed.

"Fu—!"

Rebecca, crazy as ever, slammed herself down in one brutal drop, taking every inch in a single deep, womb-punching stroke. She bit down hard on his shoulder to kill the scream that tried to rip out of her.

Cypher nearly screamed himself, not sure if it was the pain or the sudden tight, scalding squeeze.

"You… crazy… bitch!"

He groaned and adjusted with intent, getting up. Arms hooked under her knees, he hauled her legs up high until her thighs pressed against her own chest, then locked his hands behind her head in a firm, face-to-face full-nelson grip. Her short frame made it effortless; he held her completely open and folded, spine arched, cunt stretched wide around him, completely at the mercy of every upward thrust.

"Skewered… becca–Ah…mmmm!" she moaned in ecstasy.

Cypher started fucking her, using pure strength to bounce her whole body up and down his cock. The feeling of her wet petals gliding up and down his shaft was fucking otherworldly.

Rebecca’s eyes blew wide, tongue lolling out in pure delirium, that manic little smirk never leaving her face even as she was used like a cock sleeve.

"Fuck... keep goin'!! Don't fucking stop... I'm gonna... cum so damn hard!! Shit, fuck... shit!!" 

Hearing those crazy, muffled cries only made him drive harder. Her ponytails whipped through the air with every brutal slam. The dangling legs hooked over his arms thrashed and kicked uselessly. Her ass clapped loud and wet against his pelvis each time he buried himself balls-deep, and from the right angle he could have watched the thick outline of his cock bulging her soft belly with every deep punch.

"Aaaah!"

Rebecca exploded, completely unhinged. Her head snapped back, eyes rolling white, that tight little cunt clamping down hard. A sudden flood of clear, watery nectar gushed around his cock in messy, squirting pulses, soaking his balls and thighs. She kept convulsing, each wave forcing more of that hot, thin juice out. Hot, soaking spurts splattered against his pelvis and ran down in glistening streaks.

Cypher never stopped. He simply turned, still buried inside her, and lowered her onto her back across the couch cushions. He loomed over her without ever pulling free, staring down at the place where her flushed pussy lips were splayed wide around his thick girth.

He pressed a flat, heavy hand on her soft belly and fucked her harder, watching the outline of his cock travel up and down under her skin with every deep stroke while more and more froth was churned out of her.

Plap! Plap!

He grabbed the backrest of the couch for leverage and used it to drive himself into that tight sheath with brutal force. 

Below him, Rebecca had gone fully feral. Her legs tried to wrap around his waist, the zipper of her oversized jacket long since torn open. Her hands scratched at his flanks, as if she wanted him to go even deeper.

He ripped her bra apart next and stared at the handful-sized tits bouncing wildly with every thrust.

Rebecca was drooling, each rough pump so deep she had to turn her head sideways just to stop bumping against the backrest. Her tongue hanging out, mascara already smudged.

"Ugh… cum inside, choom! Paint your Becca’s pussy white!" 

"Sure, as the lady… ugh wishes!" 

Cypher slammed balls-deep and stayed there, grinding hard against her cervix as his cock throbbed. 

With a grunt, he finally unleashed it all. Thick, heavy ropes of his balm blasted straight into her in forceful spurts. He kept pumping load after load into her scorching heat, filling her with creamy white seeds. Mixing with her juices, it finally spilled out between the gaps. 

He stared down at her fucked-out face the entire time, smirking while her belly twitched under his hand with every fresh pulse.

"Wanna try my ass? Bet it's crazy fucking tight."

"..."

Cypher was still half-hard, no question. But Rebecca had out-hornied him for once. Usually he was the fiend; this time she’d pushed past him. And honestly, the idea was hot as hell. She was already tight as an angry fist, and her ass would probably make his knees give way.

"If you're—"

"Ehem!"

Both their heads snapped toward the sound.

Sasha was sitting up on the bench, the wreath on the floor. Her legs were squeezed tightly together, cheeks burning a deep, embarrassed pink.

Cypher looked down. Rebecca stared up at him.

Then the teal-skinned girl grinned and winked, looking back at Sasha. “Wanna join?”

Cypher frowned. Sasha was a pretty little thing, all soft features and those wide blue eyes with the pink rings, but he honestly doubted she’d agree.

"Can I?"

"..."

He noticed Rebecca eyeing him from underneath, that manic little smirk still in place. At that point, refusing made no sense.

Slowly he pulled out of Rebecca. A thick glob of his batter spilled from her reddened, well-used pussy in a messy gush. He turned toward Sasha and asked her straight. “How far you wanna go?”

Sasha gulped, lips pursed tight. “I… honestly, I’ve thought of this… ever since Biotechnica… I…”

"Fucking say it!" Rebecca barked. 

"Same as her!" Sasha squeaked. 

Rebecca grinned. “Oooh, pretty netrunner wants some of that sweet cream jammed in her neural hole…? Fuck, choom… whaddaya say?!”

Cypher rubbed his bearded chin, considering. “Hmm. Can you take that off? Netrunner suit ain’t really built for fucking, and tearing that shit is hard.”

“Yes!” Sasha chirped, already kicking off her shoes and yanking the zipper of the netrunning suit down in one frantic pull. She peeled the tight material off her body in a hurry, leaving only the white gloves still clinging to her slender hands. And fuck… she looked gorgeous.

Spotless fair skin, a slender waist that flared into soft, curvy hips, and more than a handful of full breasts tipped with bright pink nipples that looked made to be suckled until they were swollen.

Cypher’s cock twitched back to full potential at the sight.

“Let’s not go cold now.” He grabbed Sasha’s wrist and pulled her in hard. One arm locked around her waist while his other hand groped the doughy, cloud-like asscheek. He crushed his mouth to her painted lips in a rough kiss that stole the breath from her lungs.

Once he was done draining her lips, he threw her down face first on top of Rebecca, who was still sprawled on her back across the couch. 

Sasha landed with her knees spread wide on either side of Rebecca’s waist. Rebecca herself immediately spread her own legs wider in invitation.

"Becca, spread her cheeks!"

At Cypher’s order, Rebecca reached from below while Sasha braced herself on her arms over the trigger-happy merc. Her teal-tinted hands grabbed those pale asscheeks and pulled them wide open. Those dainty, slender fingers sank deep, making Sasha’s peach look deliciously wider and juicier.

Fuck!

Cypher quickly rubbed the swollen head of his cock against the tight, pink, winking little hole of Sasha’s ass. He felt her twitch under the contact. But he knew this wasn’t the moment. He slid lower instead.

"How do you want it?" 

"Just… like… Becca!"

"Becca it is."

"Shove it in, choom!" Rebecca cheered from underneath.

Cypher planted his glistening cockhead against Sasha’s soaked, rosy petals first, rubbed once, twice, then nudged in and helped her down by the slender waist.

Plap!

"Aaaaaaaaah! Fuck!" 

Sasha gasped and collapsed forward onto her elbows, her jolting breasts pressing right over Rebecca’s face.

Cypher found his rhythm and started fucking her in deep, steady strokes, completely entranced by the sight of two dripping pussies stacked right there in front of him, the flushed cherries rubbing against each other as he moved.

Plap! Plap!

Squelch!

The heavy scent of sex flooded the library, drowning out the smell of old books.

Cypher gulped. Sasha was every bit as tight as Rebecca. He stared down at the way her pink walls clung and clamped around his cock, the stretch so amazing that her pussy lips dragged outward every time he pulled back, fighting to keep his thickness inside.

"Aaaaah! Becca!" Sasha suddenly screamed. 

"What?" Cypher leaned sideways without missing a thrust, still pounding into her, to get a better look. 

"She bit me!"

"Hehe!"

He saw exactly what the little gremlin was doing. Rebecca’s sharp teeth and hungry mouth were busy leaving hickeys all over the soft curves of Sasha’s breasts, deliberately avoiding the bright pink nipples. Two deep, blooming marks already stood out against that pale skin, and the teal-skinned menace was going for a third with a wicked little giggle.

"Leave a spot for me, Becca!" Cypher grunted, hips snapping faster, slamming into Sasha’s tight cunt mercilessly. 

"Aaaah!" Sasha came hard and sudden. Her hips jerked and shook uncontrollably, that pretty pink cunt locking down around his cock. A hot, messy flood of her juices burst out, soaking his shaft and the teal skin of the girl beneath her. She whimpered and trembled through every wave, walls milking him greedily while her tits pressed harder against Rebecca’s face.

Cypher gritted his teeth from the tight squeeze and bottomed out deep.

He rose on his toes, leaned forward, and planted every inch as far as it would go. His cock throbbed hard, and he came in thick, watery sprays. Spurt after spurt, unloading straight into her spasming cunt until it overflowed.

"Fuck!"

He kept himself buried to the hilt, looking down at the two girls now flattened on top of each other in a sweat-covered heap.

Only then did he pull out. A creamy mix of his seed and her juices spilled from Sasha’s well-used pussy onto Rebecca’s soaked cunt. 

He dropped onto the couch right beside them, legs sprawled wide, and took long, deep breaths while squeezing one hand between their pressed chests, openly groping both pairs of soft tits at once.

Sasha was still catching her breath, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy.

But Cypher sensed Rebecca’s annoyance and smirked. “It ain’t gonna rise on its own.”

"Sasha, move!" God only knows where Rebecca found the strength. She shoved the poor netrunner off her, scrambled between Cypher’s spread thighs, and gobbled his half-hard, dripping cock straight into that tight, greedy mouth.

Cypher eyed Sasha and gave a slow nod. “Got a long night ahead, Sasha.”

Sasha gulped, then crawled closer on shaky knees. "I can keep up. Becca, move!"

For the first time, Cypher watched two girls play a filthy tug-of-war with his cock.

Rebecca’s lips stretched wide around the base while Sasha’s softer mouth fought for the swollen head, tongues dueling, spit and leftover cum smearing everywhere in sticky, messy strings.

It was absolutely fuicking hot!

####

Tokyo, Arasaka Family Compound, 

Saburo Arasaka was not in a good mood. And after listening to his daughter, his mood further deteriorated. 

"You see what is unfolding, Hanako, do you not? Lesser corporations have grown bold enough to dream of standing above Arasaka. Night Corp and Obsidian together imperil our position in North America. Yoku kike. My patience has been interpreted as weakness." 

He eyed his daughter on the screen, calling from across the world. He noticed the worry in her gaze. Somehow, his daughter feared for Arasaka. From whom? A mere upstart with nothing to show but sparkling ideas? Arasaka can crush Obsidian, and it should. 

"Father, I ask only for a little time. We must not make an enemy of someone capable of carrying Arasaka into another century of prosperity." 

"How naive." Saburo slowly shook his head. "And what shall you do? Beg him? You are Hanako Arasaka, my blood. Wareware wa dare ni mo atama o sagenai. He has made his choice plain. Now he shall bear the consequences." 

With creased brows, he watched his daughter desperately think. He gave her the time she needed. 

"No. Father, I will bow to no one. But… there may be another path. Blackwell possesses knowledge this world has pursued for decades, and I suspect far more besides. We must bring him into Arasaka… as family. I am beyond the age of bearing a child, but the possibility was preserved, frozen long ago. If he becomes one of us—" 

“Enough!” Saburo Arasaka stood, trembling with raging fury, nearly throwing the screen from his hand. “To even conceive of such disgrace is intolerable. You would pollute my bloodline with barbarian filth, repeating Michiko’s humiliation? Haji o shire! I command you now. Return to Tokyo immediately. There will be no further discussion.” 

"Father, please list—"

Saburo ended the call and turned to look at Takemura. “Keep Hanako under watch. If she attempts to meet this Blackwell. You will restrain her, and see that she is brought home at once.” 

"Hai, Arasaka-sama!" 

Goro Takemura knelt, accepting the command. 

But Saburo had not finished. “Proceed likewise with Cypher Blackwell. Enough time has been wasted. Assign your finest people. Militech may protest afterward. By then, he will already be in our custody.” 

"It is already being done, Arasaka-sama. The second-in-command of the Counterintelligence Division, along with Special Operations in Night City, is jointly moving. Soon, a task force will be created and sent after Cypher Blackwell."

Saburo shook his head. 

"No, you will go personally and see it done."

"Hai, Araska-sama."

####

Lake Farm, Badlands

It was early morning, and Cypher sat down on the beach chair by the lake, sunbathing. While at it, he looked through his mail and other stuff. But as he did that, he noticed something interesting. 

"Hey, Atlas. Why the fuck did I pay Konpeki Plaza two million eddies?" 

Atlas, the old man, appeared beside him, taking a seat at the edge of the docks, dangling his feet. "You stole two fish from Konpeki that night."

Cypher tried to remember, but he couldn't. "Two million for two fish?"

"Two very expensive koi fish."

Cypher scratched his head. "What did I do to them? Don't say I threw them in the lake."

"You did."

"Fuck! I killed them."

"You did, but they remain alive. I recovered them, integrated cybernetic lungs, and performed several additional modifications." 

Woosh!

Cypher jumped up and walked to the edge. He stared into the water. "Jesus! We got two chromed fish in the lake? You crazy, warhammer-obsessed freak! Can I fish them?"

Old Atlas nodded. 

Cypher didn’t waste a second and ran back inside to make himself a fishing pole. 

Back outside, Atlas sat right there, waiting, though he kept an eye out always, no matter what. He was an AI, true, but he was different from normal AIs. He had a personality, quirks, and above all… a family. 

"I should arrange a thank-you gift for Mr. Arasaka for providing additional donations toward Servo-Skull production." 

"The fuck are you rambling about alone?"

"Nothing." Atlas looked back; Cypher was back with a fishing rod. "Arasaka is preparing a strike on you."

"Yeah? Let 'em come. We'll kill 'em all and turn 'em into your Servo-Skulls. Now shush, I'm trying to fish." 

Atlas simulated a smile. Indeed, they were family.