『Felix Karl Grimm』
My last job alone earned me 18,000 Eurodollars. Safe to say Capitan was rightfully impressed and terrified at the sheer carnage I had left behind and threw in an extra when I delivered the cargo at the efficient job and unharmed cargo.
While Giffany was truly overpowered, I was not planning to use her all that much on my gigs.
Truth be told, with her here, I already no longer needed money. Given some more time to train and get stronger she could just instantly drain a Megabuilding of all Eurodollars and make me a millionaire a few times over.
No, gigs were more about honing my ability for combat and training Pre-Cognition even further. And I couldn't exactly achieve many feats if I hid behind my murderous AI girlfriend who can make people's balls explode.
Cyberpunk was not the end all be all, I was going to head to other world, and most likely ones where guns were far less impressive or less available. So I decided to start training in some other weapons, in the hopes that in the future that I get an ability or trait that boosts my brawn to usable levels.
So, I bought myself a katana and registered myself at a high level Dojo in Watson that took a lot of money but promised good results according to Giffany who I had infiltrate their subnet and skim all of their conversations, stored data, recordings etc. to confirm they were legit.
I had my first day there today, I was notably better than a regular student due to my inhuman dexterity but not to the extent that it raised eyebrows in a world like this. They probably just assumed I had bioware. After 3 hours I finished my session and found myself out of things to do.
So I was just walking around while Giffany remained in my apartment and studied what I assumed was a new way to make people's balls explode.
...I still cannot get the image out of my mind.
I felt incredibly thankful to myself of the past me who chose not to put in any implants into my body. The thought of technomancers who could burn everything implanted in me and then explode my balls was too terrifying.
Indeed, the potential of flesh always trumped the stagnant steel.
Still, do I have anything to do at the moment? For a moment I thought about taking another gig before I shut that thought down.
I can't just think about killing people to pass the time whenever I'm bored. That line of thinking will eventually turn me into someone maladjusted, especially in more peaceful worlds.
Last thing I wanted was to be nostalgic about killing people. Not all worlds are Night City.
Not that I thought I was too far gone yet, I derived no joy from killing. It felt like a chore like any other. People mop floors to earn money, I give people new holes to earn money.
But I should really not get too used to killing and start resorting to it first rather than other options. Would be awfully tragic if I became a psycho without the benefit of the cybernetic implants.
I really only have one person I know I can spend time with, Capitan seems like the kinda guy who would accept a hangout maybe but I wanted to keep our relationship professional. So I dialed Rebecca. After a few moments her face showed up on the screen, I could see a couch and wall in the background. So she should be in her apartment I think.
"Yo, how's it going choom? Miss me?"
She answered cheerfully which I was grateful for, I was truly bored at the moment. And I didn't know how to talk to people all that well outside professional settings. Let alone talking to people I was friendly with.
"Hey Rebecca, I just wondered if you wanted to hang out together?"
Smooth Felix, smooth. If your Charisma was any lower you'd be a misanthrope.
She did, however, perk up at my suggestion.
"Oh yeah? Miss me that much already? Sure, I know a good shooting range, we can hang out there."
"Sounds like a plan. Meet you there."
"Sure I'll send you the deets. See you there choom!"
With that I closed the call with a slightly proud feeling.
Interaction success.
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"So, Rebecca, what do we do?"
She planted her hands on her hips and cocked an eyebrow. We were currently in a decent if not a bit small shooting range tucked in an alleyway in Watson with a cozy vibe. We were the only two there with the owner leaning back on his chair and watching something with his optics.
"We are in a shooting range you gonk. Let's shoot some shit up! Unless you are too scared to compete with lil' ol' me?"
She smiled smugly and wriggled her eyebrows while jabbing my side. It made me think for a moment.
Was this really fair?
With Dexterous and Precognition it was harder to miss when I was really trying than hitting a bullseye.
Taking my silence as something else Rebecca poked my chest.
"Would a wager make you more interested Mr. Expressionless? Don't think I haven't seen you taking peeks at my ass whenever I turn around."
...Shit, she saw that? Though, now that I think about, I haven't exactly been subtle. I doubted she could blame me when dressed like that, and I did have loveable pervert I suppose. But I don't want to put too much bank on those.
She turned around and grabbed her sizable ass with both hands and smirked.
"If I win you pay up a thousand eddies. If you win I'll let you touch my ass you want for 5 minutes. How about it?"
I stopped in place, whatever other thoughts I had before ceasing.
All hesitation left my body like ice melting under the concentrated heat of the sun itself.
I looked her in the eyes with an expression so intense even she was taken aback for a second.
"5000, 25 minutes."
Her eyes widened.
"Woah now, are you really packing that many eddies on you, choom? I know I was kidding, but that's no joke to throw around-"
Rebecca's eyes shone, she froze as I sent over 1000 Eurodollars to her.
"Down payment. I'm not kidding. If I win I'm taking your ass and that thousand back."
She blinked her eyes and laughed in disbelief.
"What kinda nutcase are you, choom? But fine, sure, since you have so much scratch to throw around don't get angry if I take some. You're on!"
I nodded and readied precognition.
Sorry, Rebecca, I'm going to crush you harder than Adam Smasher ever could.
That ass deserves nothing less than my all.
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"Bullshit! This is total bullshit! Did you install some serious chrome in two days or something huh!? You have to be cheating somehow!"
Rebecca looked at me with disbelief as I nailed bullseye after bullseye with the unity pistol in my hands. My nerves unnaturally calm as I pulled the trigger again and again. It was precision on a level you wouldn't expect from a human body.
"How the hell do you hit shots like that? Are you even human?"
Even her anger couldn't win the wrestle against her admiration of the peak performance flesh.
To be honest, hitting stationary targets felt like almost too easy. Compared to shootouts with Tyger Claws where I would have to make every shot count, this was nothing. Even with practice, I shouldn't be this consistent but this where an overlooked effect of Dexterous made itself known.
My control over my body was incredibly fine, to an impossible level that cannot be achieved with traditional mundane human training. I doubted I could lose to anyone worse than a robot or a fully augmented person.
"More human than anyone else in this city probably. So, ready to pay up Rebecca?"
I couldn't help but allow the smile to worm its way to my lips. Is this how hanging out with friends or potential love interests actually felt like? I was too busy back on earth chasing job after job to meet bills.
It feels refreshing.
"Urgh! Fine, didn't know you were such a big pervert, is this what the big bad Reaper does in his free time?"
I shrugged my shoulders.
"Guilty as charged. Now, can I claim my prize or are you going to chicken out?"
My tone was confident, but I was not, it was the grit that I had built up from seeing a man's balls get exploded by my yandere AI gf that allowed me to mask my nervousness. Thankfully Rebecca did not rebuke me, instead, she leaned forward and put an elbow on the desk in front of her with a coy smile.
"Oh please Choomba, you think I'm a prude? Go on, claim your 'prize', or are you too much of a virgin boy to go through with it?"
I swallowed my spit as Rebecca wiggled her admittedly rather hearty delicious looking ass. I steeled my resolve.
'Come on Felix, if you can have your AI girlfriend familiar explode a man's cock and balls into a shower of pink mist you can go through with this!'
The fact that this was inside a gun range mattered very little, in Night City as long as you weren't fucking in someone's path or making a mess someone would have to clean up, no one gave a shit.
With that, I opened my eyes with newfound confidence and reached out, grabbing a handful of Rebecca's peachy ass. Her cheek fit snugly within my palm. It was so warm and so soft, and her synthskin was so fine and basically perfect, the mixture of texture and consistency made the feeling something addictive.
"Hmm~ enjoying yourself, choom? I wonder how long you've drooling about this ass, you haven't even asked about your eddies back y'know?"
1000 was basically chump change, but Rebecca did not know that. I kept feeling up that divine piece of ass as I responded to her.
"Keep it, just keep in mind you're paying next time we are out."
She smiled coyly.
"Well well well, you certainly know the way to a girl's heart Grimm~. Just so you know though, I'm not some joy toy that'll let you fondle my ass for some cash."
Rebecca added that on at the end while gripping my arm just a little, my heart was beating out of my chest. What was the most intimate I have been with a woman in my past life? There was that older round woman who hugged me for returning her wallet.
Was this what power felt like? Was this the fruit that is borne from my toil? Is the promised garden for my journey?
I withdrew my hand and Rebecca cocked an eyebrow.
"What's wrong? You've still got time?"
My lips formed into a smirk, as confident a one I can muster.
"I know, I'm saving those 23 minutes or later. After all, we didn't shake on that 25 minutes being continuous right?"
She narrowed her eyes at me before shrugging her shoulders.
"Oh well, fine, you did win. But you are buying drinks next time."
And now that made me raise a questioning eyebrow.
"Didn't we just agree that you would pay next time?"
She nudged my side with her elbow.
"Did I really? Maybe if you pay for my drinks I'll treat you to something nice. Who knows Choom?"
With that my eyes went wide as she made a jerking off motion.
"I'll pay."
"Hahaha! Oh man, you're a riot Grimm!"
There is no hesitation
A/N: With the absolute monster card that is Giffany on the field, Felix has to reevaulate his goals, now it's no longer about surviving but truly thriving and making plans for the future. Also some retrospection about himself to not develop bad habits and being a victim of this city in mind. Night City has a way of changing you and Felix has to be careful
Rebecca is a riot and Felix is a turbo virgin, I find the contrast between how he handles jobs and the city and how he handles relationships very funny. He has as little experience as possible, poor guy, thankfully there is an older girl to help him show the way. What did you guys think about the Rebecca scene and the bet? I'd love to know.
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