Sarah did, in fact, regained her consciousness, vitality, stamina and lust just a few minutes after that, and we continued to do our work.
It took a long ti, but finally I am free.
6PM already, Hailie is probably in her classes, I’ve been online since morning, skipped breakfast even... I didn’t warn Eirlys or Anshur, but they’ve must’ve noticed that I’ve been online way more often and wouldn’t mind.
I slumped back on the lounge couch, a hue red velvet with the material that stuck faintly to the skin, leaving faint square imprints on my arm.
My scythe leaned against the wall, blade facing down which had the tip pointed upwards, looking like a stepping hazard awaiting to happen... Would Ann conk if one of her employees got their foot on that? Ugh, too tired and drunk to rember.
I hadn’t even bothered to put my armor back on, just the plain shirt and shorts underneath. I must’ve looked like a disgruntled waitress who fell asleep sitting during her shift in casual clothing, or it was Bring Your Child To Work day and my mom’s in here sowhere with a fat man while I wait in the lounge being fed suspicious fruits by her coworkers.
... I should really stop getting these weird ass analogies.
As I leaned my neck back until my eyes were behind , Ann Murphray was pouring wine into a glass. Not even the fancy kind mind you, just grape wine with a little desert spice mixed in.
She handed it over, and I downed it like water... The taste was bitter-sweet, sharp, a bit of solid texture in the mouth which I didn’t want to find out if it was intentional or not, and I set the glass down on the table, turning to Ann.
"I swear," I groaned, "those two were built different... I’m still sore all over, got."
"Hoh?" Ann raised an eyebrow, smiling that quiet, knowing smile of hers, "I thought stamina was your pride?"
"It-" I opened my mouth to answer, but was startled when Ann placed her hand on my head, though sensing no ill intention, I just let loose and continued.
"It was, my stamina’s superb, mind you!" I muttered, letting my head be pushed down into her lap without thinking. Her thick round thighs were surprisingly comfortable, "Until about round 4 and Sarah and Tanya were doing 69, I just knelt on the ground with my face on the bed as they do, not really wanting to move my arms no more."
She was about to say sothing, but I added imdiately to further voice my frustration,
"Hey, let ask you sothing. In a 69 position, should the one with the penis be under or on top?"
"Under?" Ann tilted her head.
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah! Under, right? So the cock is easier to be positioned and it doesn’t flail around as much, but for so fucking reason, those two—both of them in tandem, even Sarah—insist Tanya be on top and it looked so awkward when Sarah had to break her neck moving up and down that much, that struck a nerve in , like... Fucking- pet peeve, yeah, I’m still mad."
Ann chuckled softly, and from nowhere, she started fanning with one of those thin paper handfans from the counter, and I moaned in relief and pleasure as cool air swifted through.
The air was still thick with incense—sweet like sandalwood and smoke—and each waft made feel lighter and more at ease.
She could’ve drugged the wine and now was putting to sleep so that she could tie down to be ass-fuck for all I know, because even though sleeping weren’t a thing in Darkmoon Adventure, being temporily unconscious was around for imrsion, probably.
But, I was conscious still, and we t eyes when I laid on my back, head on her thighs, looking up at her.
"So," she began, "scale of one to ten, how was your experience in the Bastet brothel?"
"... Rate my experienced being blackmail and paying off an IOU that could’ve granted five-k gold coins?" My lips curled sideways, "Seven point eight three points."
"7.83?" Her fan slowed.
"Yeppity yip." I nodded dramatically.
"Why so specific?" She picked up speed.
"Well... On a scale of ten." I tilted my head just enough to act cute. "Seven is a cowardice number. Everyone says seven when they don’t actually want to answer the question, sa with nine and four."
"I think I see what you an..." Ann said the fanning stopped completely as she looked up to the ceiling in thoughts, so I continued talking.
"Think about it, you use 7 when you don’t care about the subject but you don’t hate it. You use 4 when you hate the subject but moderately, probably after reading so online posts but you don’t know that much about the subject, and you use 9 when you like the subject but can’t give a 10 because you think they’ll make you look weak." I explained with great devotion, like talking about boob sizes compared to ass sizes, "They’re safe, lazy, boring, and disingenuous numbers. So I gotta be specific to avoid using the ones I hate."
"Pfft." Ann chuckled, tapping my forehead with the fan. "You think too much about numbers."
"I think too much about everything," I said, half-smirking. "Autism rocks! Vaccine wins!"
That was a joke of course.
"Fine then," She laughed. "Mind explaining why seven-point-eight-three?"
"It could never be a 10 by the glooming fact over my neck that I’m doing this with only 90% consent, and it could’ve been a nine-point-three-four if I wasn’t too annoyed to enjoy it," I said, waving my hand vaguely. "You know, the fact that you can’t climax in Darkmoon Adventure VR? Legal thing or sothing I dunno, but the thought of being pleasured infinitely, being fucked silly and you can’t cum at all? Doesn’t that sound like torture to you?"
... Ann looked at in silence.
I sighed, just enjoying the fact that she had continued fanning.
My head started replaying the images of the session, how much fun Tanya and Sarah were having, but I couldn’t get in, I deliberately avoid being teased too much, at so point, Sarah needed a fifteen minute rest and Tanya asked if I wanted to be inserted, but I said no... Half because I didn’t like cocks that much (sen is fine I guess?), and half because I don’t like to be on the edge all the ti.
The images keep coming in, of the pleasure, the moanings, the ejaculations, and...
And...
And then, to my utter cosmic horror, I sat upright with my eyes widened.
"Wait..." I said, "How the fuck did the two of them cum???"
For Tanya, it was obvious, the sen, but Sarah herself did reaches climax a few tis.
Ann looked thoughtful for a second, then said, "You didn’t check the patch notes this morning, did you?"
"No? I’ve been online since dawn! Why?"
"They updated it this morning."
"I could’ve c-"
"You could’ve cum, yes."
Ann saw that I was tearing up with my teeth clenched, and she started laughing. A real laugh, a kind of deep laugh that shook her shoulders and made her hand fan drop to the floor.
"It’s not funny!" I yelled, startling nearby half-naked won as I stood up right, stomping my feet in agony, taking my anger out on the structure integrity of the underground brothel. "I literally, have a whole list, at least 50 of exploits, bugs, and technical cheats or glitches that I could use to take down their fucking company and that’s what they spent their resources on? God fucking damn it, what the hell is this priority order, dude????"
"Waahahahahahaha! Pff-"Ann tried to breathe, tapping my back from her seated position, "You haven’t changed at all, Cory."
"Fuck it." I said, "I used to tell you that I would never join their bug bounty system until they upped the payout of each bug to at least $5000 per exploit, now I’m mad and I will raised my price to $10000!"
"Sure, honey. Do you still want to lay down?"
"... Yes please."
The handfan brushed against my hair gently and rhythmically once more as I put my head on Ann’s thighs.
The ceiling above us glowed faintly from lanterns shaped like glass fruit. I exhaled, slow, then inhaled the calming incense, getting a feel for the atmosphere, then exhaled again. Letting my mind go free.
Ann really know how to treat people... The sheer fact that she could get Tanya to show up as her real self, not using male avatar... And the fact that she made show up, then pocket at least half of that 10000 gold coins that Sarah paid out. No wonder she’s still regarded as the most influential people in the ga. And if I had to guess, she’s not even level 10 yet.
"You did good today, Cory." Ann’s voice ca, soft and slow, as if knowing I needed so tranquility. "Sarah didn’t exactly take a special liking to you as she does with Tanya, but she left so praises for your service."
"She better be," I grunted. "And you’re welco."
"Want to pour another glass?"
"Jah, señora." I chuckled.
I listened to our laughter eyes closed as it fade into the hum of the underground lounge.
My mind was fuzzy, too full, but sohow light, even though she poured another glass, we both knew it’ll just sit there while I indulge in so high quality thighs.
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