Caught in the glitz and glow of his VR headset, Takafumi ignores the new weight climbing up his legs. Hips and thighs and more. Scooching cheek first right onto his lap. Takafumi grunts. More instinct than awareness. His body gives more a shit than he does. Flinching. Stiffening with alarm. Muscles contracting and constricting to the point he's gripped up the player controller.
And Takafumi still ignores it, refusing to spare a drop of his attention.
Why would he, anyway?
He lived alone. No friends. No family. Nothing important to steal. This is his mind playing tricks on him. A fucking physical hallucination. Those things did happen, right? Some sort of phantom touch trying to wreck with his concentration. To pay attention to it now would ruin his streak. Level 500 is right there for his swordsman character. Just a few more kills.
So the moment passes and Takafumi forgets what he was ignoring in the first place.
The phantom remains on his lap. Undisturbed and uncared for. It tucks itself neatly between his outstretched arms and hands hugging the game controller. Takafumi's elbows resting on the computer desk. The phantom leans forward. Sloping shoulders brushing against his arms. Long thick hair soft against his skin as it swayed.
They are like this for a while.
Silent.
Touching.
Hips upon hips. Breath upon breath.
The phantom inhales and exhales with a excited feminine hitch. First short, then long, then short again. Low and wisp-like. Dreamy. Waiting. The sound slowly crawling into Takafumi's ears. He smiles without meaning to. Feeding off her excitement and company. The phantom watching his actions on the three monitors hooked up and around his big-rig hard drive.
It has to have been fun to watch.
The latest site-wide hack on Aurelia Online.
Takafumi's work, naturally.
The newest VRMMORPG, Aurelia Online, was one of the most popular around. Going through growing pains from the mass amount of eager players and big pocket whales, it was now home to a festering den of hackers from all corners of the internet. Takafumi included. Your standard gold farmers, griefers, bots, petty scammers and the big-brass hacking elite, Vortex. Takafumi Watanabe, the fifth member.
Tonight, for his level grinding pleasure, Takafumi exploited a opening between the server updates.
He's managed to dig deep into a set of coded-in rules that have been bothering him since day one. Preventing players from killing npcs and monster pets of other players. And there's no better reason to go on a mass killing spree than for free exp. Swarms of players are crowding around the shops and quest-givers.
If the developers didn't want this to happen, they shouldn't have even had the option available in the beta.
The spray of digital pixels splatters onto Takafumi's screens as he leans in, unable to stop smiling. Held in place by their programming, the storekeepers are stabbed and burned for the desire of the frenzied horde.
The very same adventures they'd gave money and shit weapons to take care of their monster infestations.
Just by the sheer number of attacks, glitching npcs are forced out of their shops and placement points. Bodies dissolving before reforming. Text boxes floating over their hollow heads, stupid as always, "Would you like to make a purchase?"
The sweet release of death, thank you.
The other npcs run from and to the players like headless chicken. Some pre-programmed motion, for cutscenes mostly, giving them the ability to notice damage. But unable to remember who or why after a few seconds. Just like the monsters. Pathetic.
And they gave decent exp so why not kill them a few more times?
It's not like they could feel it, anyway. Pixels and polygon and code. Pretty things to make gaming fun.
The phantom sits quietly, the back of her knees warm against the top of his. The sweat. The touch. The summer heat. Distracting. He ignores her. She doesn't ignore him. He feels her eyes turn to him.
Her judgment. Her lingering stare.
As she sits on him, her thick thighs and curve of her ass-cheeks line up with his cock. Takafumi notes this keenly. His body even more, lazily filling with blood and hardness. Of course, there are walls of fabric between their bodies touching in that way. His boxers. His black t-shirt.
But she's naked for all he can tell.
And as some sort of sex fantasy, the phantom would be, right?
Takafumi doesn't know who initiates it -him rubbing up, her grinding down- but it happens. The half-hard bulge of his cock grows into a thickness that digs into her plump flesh. Takafumi sighs. Places his controller to wait on the desk.
It doesn't take long for him to rationalize what is happening.
It's late. He's horny. His thoughts have obviously gotten away from him. And what was wrong with a little handsy session with himself? Because that was what was happening in the real world. Him touching himself. No phantom. No touch or breath or hips other than his own. No matter the mental gymnastics his subconscious wants throw his way.
Takafumi pretending that there was actually a woman on his lap.
"I am Cask."
Takafumi pretending that there was a talking woman on his lap.
"Shall we not partake in one another, Husk?" she says, wiggling her hips up and down to each word trickling out her mouth. "I hope you will find my body to your liking. I find yours to be for mine. Always have."
Takafumi jerks his hips up as his answer.
The phantom gasps. With his knee, he pushes her legs further apart. Her hipsy backside weighs against him, the sensation thrilling and almost, almost real. She parts easily for him, her lower lips now in perfect dry-humping position.
Takafumi inhales, his head swimming.
There's dampness sinking right into the front of his boxers. And the smell... Sweet and heady and light. A contrast to his own arousal. Musky and hot and thick. It's getting hard for him to think. And thinking is something he should be caring about.
After all, what if this was real?
Takafumi snorts and puts the crazy out of his mind.
The phantom squirms on his lap. Trying to close her chubby legs. Takafumi would have let her up if it wasn't for the fact her hands are braced on both sides of him. Nails digging in as she rides his frantic thrusts.
She not interested in getting off but in something else.
It's by her light struggle, he gets a feel of her body. A curvy shape, hourglass-like, except when it came to her hips and feet. She's tight and trim in some places, plump and jiggly in others.
As her ankles brush against his lower legs, sometimes they feel like feet, other times hooves.
"Traditionally, Husks aren't supposed to remain-" she says, her voice bookish and foreign. Her Japanese carrying an accent he can't really place a country to. "Oh. Oh! Husk, wait-" Still with the VR headset on, Takafumi is mostly relying on his hands to define the dream woman between his legs.
He gropes her, letting his fingers and palms explore her curve and shape.
The phantom squirms even more, fanning her legs open and rubbing against his clothed cock. "I'm in rut, you cheat!" Her clit, hard and stiff, sliding on his straining shaft. "Anytime else and I'd have you between my legs and-" Whatever else the phantom meant to say dissolves into huffy breaths.
Caressing her outright feels different than the touching of before.
He thumbs along her thighs and rear, squeezing and prodding the tender flesh. And she flocks to his touch, leading him along to her more sensitive points.
His fingers only confirms what he suspects.
She
is
naked.
With his other hand, Takafumi grabs a hold of her breast. "Th-The elder spirits didn't prepare-" she stutters, her nipple hardening under his thorough touch, "me for your appetite for my body. But I need to go first. Otherwise, it won't count. But it's hard when I want to be with you."
Takafumi absently listens to her.
"Once I do my part, it's over. Oblation. You. Me. And you never really remember, do you?"
Liking how flustered and out-of-sorts her voice went once in a higher pitch.
He kneads her nub, noting how thick and longer it was compared on a human nipple. Takafumi doesn't even need to hold her entire breast. With his index finger and thumb around her fat udder-like nipple, he lifts it. The phantom moans, her grinding picking up in speed. Slickness made between her pussy and his pre-cum aiding her gusto.
Takafumi's cock twitches, his climax incoming.
He lets her nipple go and brings both his hands to rest on her hips. The phantom pushes down on him, twin cheeks enveloping his covered cock and squeezing it to release. He tightens his hold and thrusts up without rhythm or direction. Chasing after that heat and liquid pleasure just gushing from the phantom. His boxers so soaked they sagged around his member. He wondered how wet he'd be once he was inside.
Takafumi is so, so close that he presses up against her.
Wanting the touch of before and the touch of now to mix and lead him to completion.
Hides his face into her fluffy hair, curls and frizzy fluff a pillow. His orgasm right there, balls tightening and shaft readying to release into his poor boxers until something else snakes inside.
Long and thin, this strange appendage slides into his waistband and wraps around the base of his cock.
"I can't let you waste your seed on this and shame on you for trying to make do so." The phantom sniffles, even though she sounds put down on stopping too. "We must wait for the elder spirits to bless our union." The hold tightens. "And you have very, very rude since I've arrived. No greeting. No pleasantries. It's as if you didn't know or care I was coming."
"I didn't know." Takafumi admits, his cock throbbing a pleasant pain. The rope-like appendage winds around his shaft three times, forming the same feel as a fist gripping his cock. But the tip of it, covered in brush-like hair, sweeps over his pearling cockhead. His cock throbs even harder, blood engorging his shaft to its peak. "Seriously, I didn't know." he says to play along.
He just wanted his orgasm, damn it.
"Ignorance does not pardon ignorance."
Takafumi rolls his eyes.
"Sorry." he mutters.
She clicks her teeth at him.
"Apologies, my Cask. That is the proper response. You've said those words aplenty to me."
The appendage has to be a tail or something like it, so warm and cozy collared around his member. The fur an interesting texture. Then it moves, the upper coils stroking his shaft. Takafumi's breath hitches. He goes to buck upwards and gets a pinch in response.
