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“Wow.” Marius could only cover his mouth with his hand, not knowing what else to do while watching the most improbable spectacle that unfolded in his VR System’s imaging monitors: Rosa getting sandwiched by Vyn— two Vyns in fact, and he couldn’t come up with a more nightmarish scenario than having double the amount of his cold-blooded tutor trap him in a dingy diner booth. “Look at them go.” He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
He couldn’t even get to yell at Vyn, to try and talk his normally boring tutor back to boring territory—safely away from the shores of illegal sexiness. Marius didn’t know what exactly happened, but he found himself unable to establish an audio connection to Vyn. His tutor did cut their audio call earlier, but somehow now he can’t even hear anything through the speakers anymore.
Fuck .
Overcome with impotent rage he slammed a closed fist onto the console, then remembered that they were barely out of proof of concept stage and there was no replacement for most of their VR equipment yet. Shoulders shuddered as Marius carefully peeled himself away from the array of monitors and equipment before he could really cause expensive damage.
But Vyn really went and did it this time. The sheer audacity was nothing short of astounding; not only did Vyn drive out his entire R&D team from their own laboratory (!!), he also forced Marius to watch whatever the hell was happening in his VR servers, knowing that he wouldn’t dare do anything to put Rosa in a compromising situation.
It was as if Vyn knew Marius would stay put like a good guard dog, while he…he…
Marius buried his face in his hands, took a deep breath to compose himself, then grabbed onto the edges of the control panel for balance. Easy. Easy does it. Vyn did say he would do the test case—there’s no use getting mad like this.
Fucker or no, Vyn never reneged on any promises.
Yeah.
Though it was all too clear to him that his Missy Lawyer was also enjoying herself very, very much. From his vantage point through the imaging monitors, everything looked like a set up for a cheaply produced adult video directed by someone who had a penchant for trite, overused tropes; this particular scenario playing out in VR space was of a goody-two-shoes girl being overcome with her inner struggle not to give in to temptation, her soul being fought over by an angel seated at her right side (played by Dr. Vyn Richter, in his plain and uninteresting white doctor’s coat) and a devil at her left (DJ Vilhelm, wearing a black get up that totally looked like it was stolen from the dregs of Marius’s college party wardrobe).
That is, if Rosa’s body counted as a battleground for her soul. Both Vyn and his evil twin (though was it really his evil twin? Vilhelm the AI was bound to the Laws of Robotics and will always act in in accordance to Rosa’s wishes; the real Vyn, on the other hand, was known for being an underhanded bastard when it suited him, and the smarmy fucker didn’t even bother putting on airs around Marius like he did with Rosa and most of his patients) were fighting over every inch of her body—again, if lecherous fingers slipping into places where they shouldn’t and greedy mouths counted as weapons.
Marius reached out to one of the touch monitors and pressed on an on-screen button “DAVIS,” he called out, “Send Vyn the test case, will you?”
A child-like voice chirped out of the console speakers. “ Certainly, Mr. von Hagen, ” then, after a moment, “ Is it alright to interrupt them, though? ” DAVIS’s concerned face appeared on one of the monitors that displayed the VR control’s GUI.
“Does it even matter?” Marius gritted his teeth in frustration. Now even the AI of Big Data itself was second guessing his commands. “Just send the test case to Vyn.”
“ Um… ” DAVIS fidgeted. Marius couldn’t believe what he was seeing. DAVIS was fidgeting and wasn’t even sure about carrying out his one simple order. “ Well…they’re… ”
Marius smacked his forehead with an open palm. Fuck. Of course . DAVIS was an AI, but they injected him with a personality based on a proper boy who looked like he belonged in Sunday school…of course he would be reluctant to just step into whatever debauchery was taking place in Rosa’s VR instance. “Just…send it, will you? Vyn cut off direct contact with me. Just cover your eyes or something when you approach them.” He took a deep breath, doing his best not to snap at the innocent face of Big Data Laboratory. “ Alright ?”
DAVIS nodded. “ Alright…sorry for upsetting you, Mr. von Hagen. ” He then disappeared from the GUI display.
The silence that trailed after DAVIS’s departure was almost too much for Marius to bear.
There was only one thing left to do.
He did as Vyn told him: he pulled a swivel chair to the control panel to ‘sit back and enjoy the show’. Trembling fingers worked on the buckle of his pants; he was surprised when he found out just how hard he’d gotten after watching them like a filthy voyeur. At least he was alone and there was no one around to see the depravity he was about to indulge in.
“Fuck.” He tugged his zipper down; a small gasp escaped his throat the moment he felt his underwear slightly dampened with precum.
“What am I doing…”
Back to Rosa’s virtual space.
The new lovers still lay entangled on the sofa in the underground club, unaware that their colleague was doing something else while watching over them.
“Shall we proceed with your pilot testing then?” Vyn, still braced over Rosa’s prone form, leaned down to plant a small peck on her lips and drew back to gaze lovingly at her. She looked absolutely beautiful, his rose, and seeing her squirm in embarrassment only made him want to tease her more.
He supposed that if only he met her when they were younger, perhaps during their academic years, he would have turned out to be genuinely more personable than he was today. He would have taken delight in teasing her when they bump into each other in the corridors between classes, then steal a precious moment or two when classes have ended…
His lips curved into a small, secret smile.
Bygones were bygones, but Rosa was now with him—in his arms, quite literally—and if he wanted to make up for lost time by teasing her to his heart’s content…well, there was no better time than now.
“This is totally not what I had in mind, this is not…” Rosa keened, absolutely mortified. Her discomfiture was such that Vyn almost felt bad for her. Yet he did not feel guilty over what he did, not one whit. While unintentional, she had strung him along for so long, insisted on not seeing his overtures, putting herself down—indirectly insulting him by second guessing his choices, and Rosa was the most important choice he had made in his life so far.
The affectionate smile he held for her melted into a look of smoldering desire. “Come here.” He pulled her up to a sitting position, leaning her body against his. Carefully he peeled her hands away from her face, and slowly guided it to the crotch of his trousers, letting her feel how hard he was for her.
Rosa’s breath hitched as she felt for herself the considerably- sized bulge contained underneath layers of clothing; shivering fingers slid against that hardness that quietly told her of his need .
It was at that very moment when she realized all she ever wanted to do, for so long, was to tug his pants down and finally get to taste him. Dr. Richter, the man who filled her nightly dreams, her unwitting incubus who had no idea she thought of sex every time she looked at him; she wanted to suck his cock, to feel his rigid length stretch her jaw and press down her tongue, to have it hit the back of her throat until she cried indecent tears. She wanted to satisfy that very specific urge that had been plaguing her in the quiet hours of nighttime, when there was nothing to distract her from her based fantasies of the many, many things she wanted to do to him.
He had no idea at all, yet the man slowly began to realize that his affections were not so unrequited after all. Vyn grunted softly under his breath, clearly liking how she played with him through the layers of clothing, her warm palm rubbing and squeezing his cock through the fabric. His body’s response was almost instinctive, his hips thrusting forward into her touch. “Do you see? I want you this much, my rose, and my body admits this as well.” He pressed her hand even harder against his growing erection, stopping short of grinding his hips against her palm. “Do you feel it?”
The lust openly displayed on his face as he looked at her quite needily was all that she needed to convince her into action.
“...Yeah.” In a fit of impulse she leaned forward, initiating the kiss this time around, and her boldness was rewarded with a deep, satisfied groan rising out of his throat as their tongues slid against each other. “Yeah,” she repeated as she pulled back, the look of absolute bliss in her favorite doctor’s face injected her with a surge of bravado that had her tugging at his belt, eager to gain access to his cock.
With his help she managed to unbuckle his belt and pried his trousers open.
“Go on,” he said the moment he saw the slighest flicker of hesitation in her eyes. “Do with me as you wish,” he purred, then smiled as Rosa took the proverbial leap of faith and slipped her hand inside the band of his black boxers, freeing his almost painfully stiff erection from the confines of his underwear. “I am not fragile, pet. Just a bit too…worked up, as you can see.” An obvious understatement, for he had never been this hard before, not that he had any good reason to be.
Someone picked that very moment to clear his throat and get their attention.
Irritated, Vyn turned towards the AI and threw him a scathing glare. “ What ?”
“Clearly the both of you need to be reminded of the pilot testing that is yet to happen,” Vilhelm cut in, his tone edged with a slight misgiving. “I am so glad my presence here is still remembered.” A tumbler of whiskey on the rocks materialized into one of his hands, taking a sip before setting the stout glassware back onto the table with a heavy-sounding thunk . It was something obviously done to maintain the image of ‘Vilhelm’ from Rosa’s dream, almost forgotten now that the real man is seducing her outright. “That said, why are you monopolizing her, when the very point of her presence here is to demonstrate the full extent of PAX’s virtual reality experience? My orders were to fulfill her innermost wishes, not to merely provide a venue for a tryst and give Marius von Hagen something to masturbate to.”
The artificially-constructed personality looked slightly dejected, having been shunted aside by the real thing.
Vilhelm’s snark thoroughly amused Vyn; he could totally see himself saying those exact same words with a straight face.
“Oh? I am looking at a very good demonstration of PAX's capabilities at this very moment.” Vyn bit back a moan—still on the receiving end of Rosa’s exploratory touches—then threw his virtual self a knowing grin. “Here I am, staring at my mirror image, one that has a very interesting personality based on Rosa’s impression of me, an impression that she herself is not fully aware of, only to surface in her dreams. Mmm… pet.” A quiet groan rose from his throat, and he had to shift his focus back to Rosa. “Let me show you how to— ah, gods. ” He threw his head back and closed his eyes as she started playing with his cock, fully giving himself into the moment as his object of obsession explored and studied how to pleasure him: tugging at his length only made him grin at her, while massaging the underside of his tip made him gasp in delight.
After some time he took her hand in his, and showed her exactly how he wanted to be stroked: up and down in a steady rhythm, twisting her wrist just slightly as she did so, with her thumb pressing underneath the glans.
“Do you even know what the checks are in the test case?” Vilhelm’s tone was almost cutting, as if Dr. Richter wasn’t teaching Rosa how to give him a handjob right in front of him. “Do you—”
A small voice—a child’s, clearly one that did NOT belong in this particular scenario—interrupted him. “Um…uh, I have the test case right here!”
A blonde young boy emerged from his hiding place behind the retro jukebox set against a nearby wall. He wore a prim-and-proper combination of waistcoat and shorts, something that was more appropriate for Church or Sunday school, and certainly not in the bar of an underground club.
Rosa, too stunned to pull away from Vyn even to recover just an ounce of propriety, could only look on as DAVIS tottered towards them with a hand over his eyes, his other hand outstretched and holding a single page document. “Uh…”
“ Tsk .” Vilhelm quickly rose from his seat and walked over to DAVIS, snatching the paper from the boy’s hand. “At least Marius von Hagen finally remembered to send this over…why are you covering your eyes?”
DAVIS panicked a little, his small hand remaining pressed against his eyes, shielding him from the degeneracy happening around him. “Mr. von Hagen told me to do this…I wasn’t sure if I could just interrupt Miss Rosa and Dr. Richter.. Um…”
“You are an AI,” Vilhelm pointed out, his eyes scanning the document, committing the data into his storage. “With all of your accumulated knowledge you are technically older than them,” he said as he folded the paper and pocketed it. “What you are doing is unnecessary.”
“ I’m just a kid . I shouldn’t see these things,” DAVIS cut in almost vehemently, as if he rejected any notions otherwise. “Well you have the document, so…”
“You can run along now,” Vilhelm muttered, reaching down to touch DAVIS’s forehead with a fingertip.
The boy’s form shattered into myriad pieces upon contact, turning into glittering pieces that disappeared into nothingness.
Rosa gasped at the spectacle. “Did you really have to do that?!”
Vilhelm merely raised an eyebrow at her. “I only forced him out of this instance. The boy was clearly uncomfortable, so I spared him the unnecessary lingering around.” He went back to his seat across the table from them. “So, the pilot testing? Dr. Richter, do you want the set of instructions now, or would you like to carry on doing that ?” He drummed his fingers onto the table. “Spend the rest of the remaining time until the end of the ‘testing’ by using this instance as your…themed love motel? Do you want me to serve you drinks and tiramisu while you are at it?”
“Was DAVIS’s presence here even necessary?” Vyn was not one to take such an easy bait, and he was clearly not amused by the interruption.
He gave Rosa a quick peck on the cheek and flashed her an apologetic smile as he removed her hand from his now flagging length. “Apologies, my darling.” He held her close, unwilling to let go even after the untimely interference. Yet whatever affection that lingered in his voice gave way to unadulterated sarcasm the moment he turned towards Vilhelm. “Marius could not just send a simple document directly to you?”
“The zeroes and ones can be transmitted directly to me, yes, but why bother with this entire virtual reality business if we resorted to that?” Vilhelm crossed his arms, mirroring Vyn’s irascible mood. “Might as well do away with everything you see around you, and revert to using the command-line interface then.”
Sensing the atmosphere going south, Rosa tried to salvage the moment. She clapped her hands once to get their attention. “Let’s start with the test! Vyn—um, Vilhelm, how do we go about it anyway?” She shot the AI a pleading glance, silently willing him to go along with her to keep the peace.
Vilhelm heard her loud and clear—he and the VR system was attuned to her, after all—and he nodded. “We only need to go through the test cases. Simply put, they are instructions for the tester, in this case you, to perform and validate if the program functions as intended.” He was very agreeable with her; he and this instance were at her disposal, after all.
Everything in the VR instance catered to her, even if she herself wasn’t fully aware to which extent it did.
On the same token, Rosa was never aware just how easy Dr. Richter was for her, if only she would let herself be more selfish around him.
“Yeah, Marius’s team did brief me on that…so I just um…do the instructions?” Rosa’s eagerness sounded almost convincing. At this point she would fake anything just to distract the two from jumping at each other’s throats. “Do I need to fill in anything?”
Vyn understood, of course, and instead took her brief moment of uncertainty as a chance to wedge himself back into more cordial conversation. “I can guide you to make it easier, my rose. I will read each item, and you only need to validate it with a ‘Pass’ or ‘Fail’ verdict.” He turned towards Vilhelm. “Well? Should that suffice?”
“It should.” Vilhelm then enumerated the test case items:
- The VR Experience immerses the User in a virtual environment with high-quality graphics and realistic textures.
- The User experiences a realistic sound system that enhances the auditory atmosphere.
- The VR Experience incorporates tactile sensation and feedback when interacting with objects or surfaces.
- The VR Experience includes interactive elements that require the User’s hands or body movements, enhancing the kinesthetic aspect of the virtual experience.
- The User concludes the VR Experience, and it provides feedback or rewards, leaving a satisfactory sensory impression.
“Hmm.” Rosa pretended to fall into deep thought. “Would this include generating a new location or setting? Or is it too late to do it at this point?” Her goal, of course, was to engage in something both of them would participate in. If she was lucky, maybe the mood could shift back to something more…conducive to what she secretly wanted to happen.
She blushed at her utter shamelessness, then felt guilt over it—which lasted for a couple of seconds, at least.
“Hmm? You wish to test how well the VR would generate new locations on demand?” Vilhelm relaxed a little, glad that finally someone saw it fit to ask of him something that could let him showcase his capabilities. “Of course. That request falls well within the purview of that test criteria.”
Oh, nice. Here we go then. Rosa put on her brightest smile on her face. “Let’s go to Professor Richter’s classroom, then!”
“...” Both Vyn Richters fell silent.
“...what…?” Rosa paled, thinking that she stepped on a certain landmine, or that she pushed one boundary too far. Maybe Dr. Richter wasn’t that kinky? Maybe her small request offended him? “Um…I’m sorry—”
“ Snrk. ” Vyn couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Hahahaha!” He tried to keep his laughter in check, mostly because Rosa was mortified upon having her secret perversions dragged out into the open when the AI enumerated her… preferred search keywords; yet he couldn’t help but outwardly express his delight upon seeing her blatantly leading them towards making her dream scenario happen. “Oh Rosa, Rosa, my darling.” A cat-like grin spread on his face as he threw his arms around her shoulders and kissed her deeply, relishing the realistic sensation of their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. The headiness of the experience, Vyn knew, was sure to put a Pass verdict for one of the later test cases. “I am glad to see you being more open and honest with what you want. Do that more often. In fact, I encourage you to keep doing so from now on.”
He was pleasantly surprised when Rosa initiated their next round of kissing, pressing her body tightly against his, so much that he could feel her stiff nipples poke him through his own clothing. Vyn closed his eyes; for that one, fleeting instant their surroundings melted away, and only Rosa—her feel, taste, touch, and scent—remained.
By the time their lips parted they found themselves in Stellis University, particularly in Professor Vyn Richter’s classroom.
Rosa let out a small gasp.
Not only were their surroundings completely changed, but her clothes…she became suddenly aware that she was no longer in a state of undress. And she wasn’t wearing just any basic outfit, she was now donning the familiar ensemble of her old high school uniform: white short sleeved button down blouse adorned with a striped ribbon tied underneath the collar, and a pleated skirt that reached the top of her knees.
“Wuh—what….?” A wave of nostalgia hit her as she turned and twisted to check the clothes she now somehow wore. It really was her old uniform, and her feet were even clad with the old reliable combo of white socks and black flats. Puzzled, she looked at Vilhelm, who was nothing but immensely pleased at himself. “Why am I wearing this?”
“Just another thing that I have scraped from your subconscious,” was all the AI said, a shit-eating grin still on his face. “I only thought it…appropriate for this occasion.” He still wore the black EDM outfit and Rosa was about to call him out on it, until she noticed Vyn standing right next to him and staring at her, his mouth agape.
A blush colored his cheeks, his gaze upon her unwavering. Vyn was still wearing his white doctor’s coat, which got Rosa wondering why only she got the costume change when things finally clicked at the back of her head: Classroom. Student.
Professor .
Rosa’s hands flew to her mouth as things started to sink in.
Vyn managed to school his expression back to that of polite geniality. “You look pretty,” was all he said, though there was now a tinge of hunger behind the look in his eyes. He broke off his lingering gaze to walk towards the teacher’s desk set up right at the front of the classroom. “So. You wanted us to continue the pilot testing here, in my…domain. Very well then.”
His projected voice easily carried across the entire classroom, and filled the space with the undisputable presence of authority. “ Miss Rosa, what makes this a room a classroom?” On a whim he took his seat right on top of the desk—something that he had never done during his lectures before. “Can you tell me?”
Vyn was now role playing as her teacher, she had to play along… Or rather, she was given a chance to do what she had long wanted to.
Okay. Relax. Rosa took a deep breath, her body tense in anticipation.
A small, coquettish smile played on her lips.
She walked over to one of the chairs along the front row, the one directly facing Vyn’s, and smoothed the back of her skirt before sitting down. That particular spot was most commonly regarded as the seat usually taken by ‘teacher’s pets’ and she now fancied herself to be one, for this special class. “It could be any room, really,” she began, playing her role as a model student. “As long as it serves the purpose of…um.” She chewed on her lip, pretending to think of the best term to use. “...Knowledge transfer.”
“Good answer,” he said approvingly. “There is also another important criteria that qualifies a space to be a classroom…which is, the presence of a student…and a teacher. Or a professor .” His voice lowered to a sensuous whisper the moment he said that last word; he fell silent, letting it sink in along with certain delicious implications that unfurled in Rosa’s mind.
“So, Miss Rosa. Is this setting to your liking?” Vilhelm, their sole audience, was leaning against the whiteboard as he observed them. He gestured towards the rest of the classroom, seemingly too eager to get feedback on the VR Experience to read the heavy tension between Vyn the professor, and Rosa the student. “Or rather, does it meet your expectations? The chairs, the desks…everything?” He then recited the first test scenario to remind her of the entire point why he changed the surroundings. “ The VR Experience immerses the User in a virtual environment with high-quality graphics and realistic textures .”
Yet Rosa wasn’t paying her full attention towards the AI. Instead her eyes were on Vyn, still sitting comfortably on his desk, enough that he crossed his legs; it allowed her a good view of the tent that formed within his trousers, his belt and fly somehow redone at some point before they got into the classroom.
High quality graphics and realistic textures? She had nothing remotely negative to speak of what she had seen so far; everything was almost indistinguishable from real life. The ‘people’ she had bumped into prior to getting accosted by Vilhelm in the bar—they all looked realistic as well, as realistic as the lurid sight of Vyn’s erection poking against his fly.
“Passed with flying colors,” she finally said, then bit her bottom lip.
“Verdict, Pass ,” Vilhelm murmured as he took out his phone, typing onto its screen, perfectly unaware of the spiraling tension between the ‘teacher’ and ‘student’...or pretended to be. “I am glad you think so,” he added as he slipped the phone back to his back pocket. “Shall we move onto the next test, or…?”
“We continue of course,” Vyn said, his eyes still lingering on his ‘student’. “There is no reason to stop.” He fell silent for a brief moment. “Vilhelm, is it necessary that we go through the test case in order?”
“Not at all, as long as each scenario is validated within this session.”
“Good. I was thinking we skip to the third scenario, the one regarding tactile sensation and feedback.” He rested one of his hands upon his knee, making sure his student of the day was paying attention to it. Then slowly, tantalizingly , ran it up his thigh, leading her burning gaze along with it…until his fingers rested right beside the barely contained arousal in his trousers. “I believe my student is eager for a little demonstration. Miss Rosa?”
That was the cue she had been waiting for. “Professor Richter,” she breathed, and immediately left her seat to throw herself into his waiting arms. A low, husky chuckle tickled her ear as their mouths met once more, an open invitation for her to be bold , and she could only happily indulge him. She managed to ask a breathy “Did I do well?” before he promptly shut her up with his answer: a deep, torrid kiss that could only mean she did very well. His tongue teased hers at first, enticing her to respond; the moment she reciprocated he sucked hard on her tongue and pulled her deep into the dance. His hands cupped her breasts through her blouse even as their lips locked onto each other’s, and the sharp sensation of cool palms gliding over her hardened nipples made her realize she was not wearing any bra underneath her uniform top. “Oh god,” she moaned as his hands squeezed her mounds.
Not even her dreams felt this damn good. What was the test for this one? Vyn playfully grazed her bottom lip with his teeth before drawing back to flash her a lazy, lust-tinted grin. Yeah, maybe we’ll think about it later.
He was still sitting on the desk, thighs spread to accommodate his student and her very enthusiastic demonstration of just how much she wanted to pass his subject. Hands fumbled at his belt buckle and zipper, and this time he did not make any move to help her. This was her demo, after all. A little show-and-tell of why the hell she spent countless nights searching for and rubbing herself to student-teacher porn, as the AI had so cheekily given away earlier.
Their eyes remained locked onto each other’s as Rosa finally made that final tug on his zipper; a small hand slipped into his opened trousers, freeing his throbbing hardness only to capture it with a trembling, yet hungry grip. Her alluring, saliva-wet lips opened slightly as she took in a deep breath of courage, and her hand started to practice what he taught her earlier: pumping his cock in a steady, rhythmic movement, a slight twist of her elbow at every upward stroke, and a firm caressing of the underside of his cockhead with her thumb.
“Am I…am I doing it right?” She already felt his body tense up, pleasure etched on his face; still she wanted to hear it from him.
“ Exemplary performance ,” Vyn husked, his hands now grabbing at the edges of the desk he sat on for balance. Rosa was looking at him almost the same way as he did during his lectures that she sat on: she was clearly his captive audience, but now he realized that she never quite looked at him with only innocent admiration. She probably fantasized doing this with him, her fist stroking his turgid shaft—among many other unspeakable things, as she quietly watched him expound on concepts of psychology and other related subjects. “You are a quick learner,” he breathed, licking his lips before closing his eyes once more, head thrown back as he focused all of his attention towards her hand diligently working on his cock.
He let out a sharp gasp as she increased her pace of her stroking—he was close. No, not yet. “Wait, darling—stop—” He grabbed her hand, putting an abrupt stop to his own pleasure.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
“No. Far from it. But did you not want to, in your own words, suck me like a lollipop ?”
Rosa blushed, and nodded. “Yeah,” she said, quietly. There was no use denying it now. She had fantasized about this moment for the longest time, imagining the feel of her lips encircling his thick cock—it turned out to be thicker than how she thought he would be—and imagining how he would taste. They were in virtual space; she wasn’t sure if how he appeared and tasted here would necessarily be the same out in real life; but she was not about to become choosy over the circumstances that would let her suck him off.
“I will base your final grade on this performance, my hardworking pet.” It was amusing how he wasn’t even role playing at this point; in his own mind Rosa was indeed his student in the art of lovemaking. If she wanted him to feed into her nightly fantasies, he could more than that—he could let her live it, and right at this moment he really was her professor, conducting remedial lessons of love for someone already in her mid-twenties, a woman who had missed the train of young love for reasons that no longer mattered. “So make it count.”
Wordlessly Rosa knelt before him, and coiled her arms around his thighs. Long-lashed eyes flutter closed as she leaned in to plant a reverent kiss upon the fleshy tip of his cock; having given her blessing she pulled back, a thin string of precum hanging onto her lip.
The innocent manner in which she worshiped his dick was almost too much for him to take, and he almost came at the sight. With a low moan he reached down to guide her head closer, his breath hitching as her small lips parted to receive his throbbing length between her lips. “Take your time,” he said, his voice cracking with utter need, watching with bated breath as she took more of him into her mouth. She sucked hard, a bit clumsily with saliva trickling down the edge of her lip; yet the sheer earnestness of how she pleasured him with her mouth almost drove him to the edge once more.
If I was the pilot tester, the test scenario for ‘tactile sensation and feedback’ would have received a Pass verdict from me from this alone.
But he wasn’t the tester, and he was far from being a first time user of the virtual reality experience service.
Then an idea occurred to him.
A little treat that can only be possible in this space.
“Vilhelm. Tell me. Does Rosa’s last ten searches in the pornography site include terms ‘threesome’, or ‘group sex’ or any similar tags?”
The AI was still watching them from afar, keeping to himself as his primary user explored his handiwork to her heart’s content. Yet he still had the capacity for lukewarm indifference towards his original. “What does that have to do with the pilot testing?”
“Just answer my question.” Vyn wasn’t letting Vilhelm’s snark dampen his enthusiasm. Not that it was even possible, not with Rosa kneeling in front of him, the incredibly erotic sight making his cock throb as it slid in and out of her pretty, barely-rouged lips.
“‘Desk sex threesome’ is her fifth most recent search, and ‘professor threesome’ the eighth.”
“Good. I want to fulfill her most secret desires, but I am too jealous to even entertain the thought of sharing my rose with another man— hngh, that feels wonderful. ” His fingers threaded through her hair as he gently pushed her face closer to him, stopping short of fucking her hot, wet, amazing mouth, almost losing himself to pleasure. “I suppose letting my precious rose indulge in a ménage à trois with myself would be a happy compromise. Would you not say so, my Rosa?”
“Heh. And here I was, keeping myself behaved so Rosa could breeze through the test scenarios and we can all get to the fun part sooner .” Vilhelm pushed himself away from the wall, and loped to join them by the teacher’s desk.
“Mmph—” Rosa surfaced from Vyn’s lap, his cock slipping out of her lips. She looked up at Vyn, then at Vilhelm who now stood beside her, staring blankly at them with her face streaked with tears and saliva. “...Threesome…?” She spoke as if the word hadn’t sunk in yet, but the way Vyn pulled her up, and guided her to lie on her back on the desk helped her mind get up to speed.
“Yes, pet, a threesome. Just like in your favorite porn clips. But for now…” Vyn pulled a nearby chair towards the whiteboard, and took his seat a few paces away from Rosa and Vilhelm. “We continue with the lesson. Vilhelm, stand in front of her, if you please.” He crossed his legs once more, making himself comfortable, and did not make any effort to conceal the proud erection jutting out of his slightly lowered underwear.
“Flip her skirt up and part her thighs…yes, perfect .”
It was dark inside the laboratory.
All overhead lights had been turned off, and the light scant emanating from the numerous monitors lining the control panel served as illumination for the entire room.
Marius sat alone—technically, for Rosa’s and Vyn’s actual bodies lay supine and immobile in their own reclined seats, their consciousness off doing fun things in what was supposed to be a family friendly VR System.
His hand moved quickly, his breath coming out in quick, shallow puffs as he stroked his hard cock over the live video feed of Vyn receiving a sloppy yet hot blow job from the girl of his dreams, his Missy Lawyer. He found himself incredibly aroused at her cute clumsiness as she sucked off his tutor’s large dick, that dick that looked ludicrously pretty even for dick standards—was that how Vyn’s equipment really looked, or has it received some embellishment from the VR System? Either way, that cock looked fucking delicious .
Did I really just think that? What the fuck? Yet Marius did the worst thing he could have done at the moment: he turned to look at the flesh-and-blood Vyn’s body—at his crotch, to be more specific—and the sight of that very prominent tent in his pants left him quite breathless.
Holy shit why am I checking if Vyn’s packing heat?
That thought ran through his head—while still stroking himself, edging himself closer and closer to a climax he knew would haunt him for weeks, months, heck—as long as he would see Vyn on an almost daily basis— years to come. But he was hard for Rosa, right? He was jerking himself off for Missy, yeah?
Right?
Marius gulped, eyes still glued at Vyn’s erection. He then realized that if he were to… examine ….it, no one would know.
Maybe?
No. No fucking way.
No.
Marius shook his head and wrested his sights back towards the live porno playing out in the imaging monitors…only to gasp and almost cum at the scene that greeted him.