I woke up choking on air and groaning like a little bitch. I didn't wake up with the usual dramatic "rise from the grave" that's good for aura farming, but the desperate, gasping, sweat-glued-to-my-face, still-half-dreaming sort of waking up.
"That was… A fucking trip, wow."
I had sex with NPCs before, but being fingered for what felt like hours on end until I pass out was… God.
Who wouldn't be addicted to sex if placed into my position?
My hair was plastered to my forehead, and the pod's stale recycled oxygen clung to my skin like bad perfume. It took me a full thirty seconds just to untangle myself from the neural link harness, because my arms decided today was the day they would imitate cooked noodles.
The first thing my brain processed after ignoring the horrible taste of dry mouth and sucking down my own saliva, was the sight of Anshur Von Rodolfo, the maid that was assigned to me, standing at the foot of the pod.
