A Chaotic Traveller's JourneyChapter 11: Made of Fire
『Felix Karl Grimm』
Last night after going out to drink with Rebecca was a haze, I was so incredibly tired that I just entered home and slumped onto my bed. And when I woke, feeling ever so slightly better I was greeted with a Giffany hologram using the display in front of the couches. She waved at me with excitement.
"Good morning Boyfriend! I have prepared a surprise for you, you might want to check your Agent!"
"Good morning to you too Giffany."
I slumped out of bed and wandered over to my desk and picked up the Agent as she asked, rubbing my eyes in the meanwhile as the soft morning light intruded in the apartment.
First thing I noticed was that the background of my Agent was replaced by a picture of Giffany blowing a kiss towards me. And it did not take me long to find what was amiss with my Agent.
...Last time I checked my account, I didn't remember it having that extra 12,000 Eurodollars.
12,000 is an amount most citizens wouldn't hold at once in their lifetime.
Giffany hopped onto my agent from my apartment and looked me in the eyes with a smile. Waving a wad of cash around.
"Wow, that is way beyond what I expected, good job Giffany." Positive reinforcement was important before asking questions, and Giffany definitely appreciated my praise with how she preened. "But... how?"
"Well, I spent the entire night infiltrating the network of the Megabuilding, did you know their firewalls and defenses really aren't that impressive? Not for me anyway, took me a few hours, but I got access to EVERY room in this Megabuilding, and the computers connected to them. Did you know over 20,000 people live in this Megabuilding? I'm sure most of them wouldn't mind a few Eurodollars missing from their wallets! It took a lot of time to go through each wallet individually, if I got better, I'm sure I could take 5 eurodollars from each account at once. I did get a lot better with tweaking the code of this world."
I blinked.
No wonder people fear Rogue AI.
I'd head pat the hologram if I could.
"Great job Giffany. You're the best. Let's go shopping to reward you."
She jumped up for joy, revealing her white panties with blue stripes. Which was weird since she has to deliberately project the images. But I definitely appreciated the show regardless.
"Yay! Our first date together! This will be so much fun!"
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Although I had phrased it as Date, our chosen activities were quite strange.
Our date had us end up in Kabuki Roundabout where I went into the shop I remembered selling netrunner stuff and used 24,000 Eurodollars to purchase as many quickhacks, daemons and other stuff as I could. The shopkeeper gave me a weird look for buying that many quickhacks, but I disregarded her opinion.
She wasn't the one with an AI Girlfriend to feed to take over the world.
After I left the shop, Giffany buzzed from my agent and talked through my earbuds that I bought for her.
"What a rude woman, can you believe she tried to peek into your Agent? She was pretty good too, I gave her a warning zap to send her back. We should come back here after I'm done with those quickhacks so that I can teach her a lesson and melt her brain."
Giffany crossed her arms and pouted comically while saying some real scary things.
"Calm down Giffany, we've got better things to focus on. You found anywhere that sells some Smart Glasses? I won't replace my eyes, but it would be good if I could use you better."
She nodded with a sweet smile.
"Now I have! I put on the map, there is a Kiroshi Shop in Corporate Plaza that sells a brand new affordable smart glasses model."
"Let's go then."
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I'm down to 2,125 Eurodollars. It's almost depressing. That was all of my savings accrued from killing people gone in the span of a few hours. But it was for a good cause.
"This is so much nicer for interacting! Now I can actually pretend I'm walking around with you, like that Johnny Guy."
It was quite surreal to see Giffany walk next to me as I put on the glasses. The glasses themselves were almost scarily sleek. They looked like bog-standard regular glasses, but they incredible amounts of tech somehow stuffed in there. These glasses had more ram and storage space than my previous PC. These things could do most things Kiroshi optics could do, without having to install Kiroshi optics.
The glasses cost a disgusting 28,000 Eurodollars. I had to make stops at quite a few stops to let Giffany just go into subnets and drain some cash out of them just to be able to afford it. But it was well worth the price. It even connected to my Agent too.
Now if only I could control the glasses with my thoughts without having to install a Neuroport or anything similar, but you can only win so much.
After that I went back home and Giffany slipped into my computer after I slotted every chip and shard I had into it one by one. She said she'd take some time to digest all of the things I had given her. Which was fair. I feared the monster she would become afterwards.
She compared digesting the shards to having studied something before but then having to study it again.
In the meantime, I decided to play around with something that I had never used before due to not really having a moment to take a break.
[Low Gravity]
I spent a few hours playing around with and learning its ins and outs since I have been doing nothing but using Precognition ever since I came here and honestly? I wanted to experiment a little.
Sure, Precog would always stay on until I got another ability slot due to bullets, but it was good to know your options
The ability did what it said, wherever I wanted that I could see, I could create a zone that decreased the gravity of the things inside. Funnily enough, the zones were marked by the same things that AV's used, moving lines that indicate stay away, only purple in color.
I first experimented with cutting gravity in half which was easy enough, I could control the range and shape of the zone as I liked, circle, square, star, Reuleaux triangle, etc. the only limitation was that if I wanted it in a shape that was not basic, I actively had to think about mentally drawing lines.
Trying to increase the lack of gravity the zone exerted was like trying to pull up a weight that got heavier the higher you lifted it. The most I got to was I think 1/20th of regular earth gravity. Which was pretty good consider it would make a car go from 1500kg to barely 75kg. With more training I was sure I could reduce that even more.
It would be one hell of an entrance to make into Arasaka Tower if I sent a truck hurling through the air at them.
Still haven't gotten use out of Dress Break, I highly doubted I ever would until I either reach a world with magic armors or encounter a power armor. Would it work on Cybernetics? I had no idea. Maybe I could test it out with a gig. Leaning back I sighed and dialed Capitan.
A few rings later his mug and his godawful haircut showed up on my screen.
"Eyy, how's it going Grimm? The 6th Street are still reeling from that blow you left them. What can I do you for?"
"Hey Capitan, you got any other jobs for me?"
He nodded and smiled confidently.
"Reggie was right, you really don't rest or give a damn. I like it. I want those 6th Street rats to gather up a little before sending you in with the hammer, so I got something else for now. A little birdie told me an Arasaka convoy is delivering some experimental tech, and my friends over on Zetatech are willing to hand over some good scratch for it. You in?"
There was no reason to consider.
"Count me in, screwing over Arasaka sounds fun. Any details?"
"A merc with a bone to pick with corps? Must be a day that ends in Y. No specifics, deal with them however you want, just make sure the cargo is in mint condition 'k? Sending you the deets and the route our target is heading down."
With that, Capitan closed the call and I read over the message he sent. After a bit of research, I found a relatively closed off area I could ambush the convoy at and retrieve the cargo at in around 3 hours or so.
I looked towards the pc that showed the gif of Giffany studying. I should give her some time first before interrupting her.
So I spent around an hour taking a nap before finally calling out to Giffany.
"Hey, Giffany, I got a job, you think you are up for helping me tackle it?"
She instantly turned around and hopped into my glasses, might I note way faster than before.
"Yes boyfriend? Of course, I can! What is it?"
"It's about hitting a convoy..."
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"Giffany, are you sure about this?"
The cute girl in my glasses nodded with confidence, I chose not to wear my helmet, if I got shot in the face I'd be dead anyway so there was no need to bother, there was Precognition for that. And there was no need to hide my identity anyway since Giffany downloaded(hacked) the facial recognition fucking software into my glasses.
"Of course boyfriend! No basic AI can match me, even if my server is not that strong. The only AI I'd fear in this world is that Alt woman. Now then, let me show you how amazing I am!"
If she says so.
In the distance I could see the Arasaka convoy approaching, a large heavy duty armored truck and two smaller cars in front and behind it.
Vroooom
But just as they were about to pass my location they all braked to a sudden stop. I raised my eyebrow and took out my gun but...
"Aaraaaahh!!! Make it stop please!"
"Enemy netrunner! Fuck, we are compromised! AAAAahhhhh!!!!!"
"S-stop, I can't control my arms! F-fuck! No no no no-" -Bang!
"F-fuck, I'm burning!"
"M-my balls! My balls! RAAAAGHHGHAH!!!!!!!"
Bang!
I could only stare with my mouth agape as the Arasaka operatives spilled out of their cars in varying levels of torment. Smoke came up from the heads of several people as their eyes and neural implants overheated to a crisp, one guy's gorilla arms were hijacked, leading him to him shoving his guns against his chin and pulling the trigger. And one guy's "Mr. Studd" implant literally exploded.
To be honest, pulling out my gun and ending them felt more like a mercy kill rather than a fight. One guy even whispered thank you as I pointed the gun at his head.
The image of Giffany flickered on my glasses, her cheery demeanor not changed one bit. A sharp contrast to the carnage in front of my eyes.
"So, how was it my boyfriend?"
"...You did an amazing job Giffany."
I have a newfound respect for Netwatch for having to face threats like her.
A/N: Giffany is a scary girl that's for sure. But she needs buildup like any other, still the power of a rogue AI technopath machine spirit cannot be understated in this world. Given enough time she can become quite literally a global threat. Money? No problem, when you have her, the world is your bank.
Giffany is scary scary, and she hasn't even started pulling the advanced tricks like Blackwall Gateway. I wanted to really hammer in how scary AI in this world are. But that does not make Giffany any less of a cutie patootie. What did you guys think about Giffany? I'd love to know.
A Chaotic Traveller's JourneyChapter 12: Ass Man
『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.
A Chaotic Traveller's JourneyChapter 13: Deadshot
『Felix Karl Grimm』
It has been a few days since I met Rebecca and I have thrown myself to the grind harder than ever. She told me she'd be busy for a few days dealing with gigs so I took the time to put my nose on the grindstone, rip up the pavement and get to work.
Rebecca has shown me the fruits of my endeavors. So I wanted to impress her the next time I saw her and if fortune struck, I didn't want to have to bring her to a shitty ass megabuilding apartment.
First of all, I did gig after gig, making Capitan a happy man, there were orders to kill me from both 6th Street and Tyger Claws now, but nobody knew my face, because nobody lived to tell the tale. They all gave me good money, very good money, several tens of thousands of Eurodollars and I became way more confident in using Precognition during fights.
But the real kicker made itself known with Giffany. Let me ask you, do you know how easy life is for a skilled netrunner?
Turns out, you can literally just... take over an apartment via hacking. Simply register yourself, forge the data, trick the system and move in without anyone batting an eye because in some apartment buildings, the procedure is completely data based with little human supervision other than messages.
So now, I own a high rise apartment on the good side of Watson with a 100% discount.
"Wow, this is one hell of a place. That's for sure."
I looked around and whistled as I brought my 1(one) box of personal belongings into the luxury apartment that looked like the Glenn apartments from the game but with a better view overlooking the Corpo Plaza perfectly. It could comfortably house at least 6 people with 3 private rooms, an upstairs master bedroom, a living room etc.
The hologram screens in the middle turned into Giffany who greeted me with a bright smile as soon as I stepped in.
"Only the best for you my boyfriend. Because that's the only thing you deserve! I've already taken over the servers of the building to use as my base. It's just such a shame we can't use the bed though..."
Giffany said in a sad tone as she drew circles in the dirt while pouting, making me sweat a little.
How do I even respond to that? To be honest, I felt somewhat bad for Giffany, being stuck as an AI and all. While I was pondering, seating myself on the couches, the widescreen high tech TV in front of me came to life with Giffany on it.
"Well, since we are in a new house and all, I guess I should slip into something more comfortable... I think this will do. What do you think, my boyfriend~?"
What Giffany had changed into from her uniform was something way more revealing and stimulating, almost too much for my virgin mind. Because now she wore nothing but a very revealing gray virgin killer sweater, revealing perfect amounts of side boob and thigh to stimulate the imagination and libido yet revealing nothing more beyond that. A perfect tease.
Virgin killer was the right name because this thing was killing me indeed. Especially as I was already blue balled by Rebecca insinuating that and then disappearing for days.
"So, what do you think, my boyfriend? Way better than that Rebecca girl, right?"
I took a deep breath and honestly spoke my mind. I had nothing to hide from Giffany.
"I'll be honest Giffany, if you had a body right now, nothing in this world would be able to stop me."
She blushed red up to her ears and twirled her hair in a shy manner.
"R-Really? That's good to hear. You know, if you get one of those automatic things, we could..."
She was a bit inexperienced about this stuff, huh? Makes sense, she is from a dating sim and not an eroge after all.
But I shook my head, no matter how tempting the offer was.
"No, I don't want my first time with you used for something like that. You are enough for me as you are, Giffany."
Giffany smiled brilliantly and so brightly that I felt my corneas get burnt to a crisp instantly from the sheer aura.
"Awww~ you are such a charmer! You would have never needed a dating sim, my boyfriend. Anyway, you should probably go rest now and take care of yourself, yesterday was too much even for you!"
I stretched and frowned, my back crackled like a piece of old rotten wood and my entire body was sore. Yesterday I think I outdid myself, just a bit. And today I was suffering for it, even the best commercially available maxdocs could only do so much.
Killing one of the leaders of the 6th Street in their own hideout was a bit much for even for me.
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This wasn't real.
None of this was real.
None of this could be real.
That was the only explanation Jacob could think of as he watched the carnage through the cameras using his cyberdeck.
One merc, it was one merc. One fucking merc, and one that looked like goddamn toddler with that gorgeous blond hair and those intense purple eyes.
He just walked in, overture in hand and SMG in the other before opening fire. He thought they were just another braindead gonk trying to throw away their life in revenge and would get killed in seconds. Not the first time it happened, and not the last time it was going to happen. That was just what happens when you a gang captain, this sight was not even rare.
But... but...
Jacob was in his 30s, quite old for a gangster, he had seen quite a lot of things, he had even seen Adam Smasher from the distance once. He had seen strong mercenaries. He expected this kid to die horribly and for him to go about the rest of his day banging hookers. He had seen a lot to get surprised much.
But what he was seeing defied all of his expectations. That man- no, that thing. It scared him.
He moved like a motherfucking ghost, not a single shot landed on him, the glasses on his face didn't even slip and fall. He dodged bullets, no, he dodged everyone's aim without even looking and firing back with ease. Now, most skilled mercs with a sandy or a kerenziov could pull that off. But what he learned sent shivers up his spine.
Using his Cyberdeck he found out... this merc was completely flesh. Not a single implant he could ping. He was tearing apart his squad without a hit landed, he used fear tactics, he shot the lights and fire extinguishers and blinded everyone but his vision did not seem impaired. He landed shots without even looking.
The worst part? He did not look exhausted, tired or struggled, he looked annoyed and disgruntled. As if this was a chore like mopping the floor instead of taking on 20 trained men by his lonesome. Eventually, he saw a few shots land, but they were ineffectual, only those with weaker guns managed to hit, he had the situational awareness to decide what to get hit by and what not to when it came down to it.
The only serious injury he took was one of the senior gangsters used his sandevistan, but he failed to land any lethal shots before he managed to dive into cover and blast the senior gangster in the head. You couldn't even take him by surprise.
He shot down the cameras too, so Jacob could only get brief glimpses of this monster as he entered the room, started shooting everyone and eventually hitting the camera. He tried to use quickhacks to explode traps around, but it was like he knew they were there before he even used them. At most, he managed to hit him with some rubble and glass shards from exploding all the lamps in the room.
Eventually, the goons ran out and Jacob braced himself against his desk with his own overture raised towards the door. His hands trembling slightly. Sweat dripped down his brow. His breathing was uneven. He was the only living soul left in the building. The reaper was coming, but he did not know when, it scared him, not knowing when would the gun fire.
"COME OUT! I'M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU! YOU HEAR ME!? I'M NOT SCARED OF YOU, YOU FUCKER!"
One second, two seconds, three seconds, his pupils trembled. Maybe he left? Jacob wanted to think that but did not dare entertain the thought.
And then...
Knock Knock
Jacob's heart dropped, his jaw slackened, he turned his head towards the window. The visage of the young man was behind it, knocking on the glass with his gun raised.
"Hello 'Mr. I'm not scared of you', I'm Grimm."
Bang!
A hole was ripped through Jacob's chest before he could raise his gun, his subdermal armor was the only thing that stopped him from exploding everywhere like little meat chunks, delaying his death for but a few moments. Just long enough to see the young man scratch his head and sigh.
"Man, that sounded way cooler in my head."
Those were the last words Jacob heard before the life drained from his eyes.
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So yeah, after that I had to take the next day off to recover and go apartment hunting. But before moving to bed and probably falling asleep for 10 hours straight again, I had something to do.
I looked at the two tickets in my hands as Giffany hovered around me clearly curious about my tickets. I was waiting until moving into this house to roll these tickets. Y'know, just in case. As for how I got them-
Feat Achieved! Exterminate Jacob Addams and his squad of the 6th Street
+1x Silver Skill Gacha ticket
Feat Achieved! Earn 1 Million Eurodollars
+1x Silver Advantage Item Gacha ticket
First one was self apparent, the second one was thanks to Giffany draining a lot of wallets as we went around, including a dollar from each resident from 3 different Megabuildings. Earning that much money in one day gave me a good feat. Having a million dollars was nice, I already used a good chunk of that change asking Capitan to find me as good of a car as he could get me.
Why did I get this building for free when I already have this much money? Because free stuff is better, that's why.
Without further ado. Let's roll.
Rolling Bronze Skill Gacha...
A common skill!
[Novice Mechanics]
|Common Skill|
You are as skilled as a mechanic apprentice, you know how to fix basic appliances and maybe even a car when provided with the right tools. You will however improve much faster than other people if you choose to train yourself.
I winced at the slight throbbing feeling in my skull at the feeling of the skill making itself home in my brain. This was not bad, it was pretty decent actually. It would allow me to maintain my weapons while off world which I definitely appreciated.
And then I gripped the silver ticket. Hopefully this would give something just as good.
Rolling Silver Item Gacha with advantage...
[Rust Bucket]
|Rare Item|
Ben 10 - A fairly large cozy RV owned by Maxwell Tennyson that has been upgraded numerous times with Plumber Technology. In addition to being an effective mobile home, it can fly and is equipped with numerous offence and defence systems.
or
[Deadshot Daiquiri]
|Uncommon Item|
Call of Duty - "I'm not even gonna try and spell that." Upon drinking whatever this is called, you temporarily receive increased proficiency and accuracy with all ranged weapons and projectile-based abilities for 1 hour. Effects apply after finishing an entire can and do not stack by drinking more than 1 can. Warning: Drinking more than 3 different buff drinks at once will cause intense haemorrhaging, strokes, and heart attacks. Restock Timer: 24 Hours
Hmm, although the rust bucket was definitely tempting, Deadshot Daiquiri called to me like a siren. It would make me way deadlier, so deadlier it was not even funny, my biggest hurdle at the moment with fights was my raw skill. With my Dexterous trait this would essentially be Aimbot wouldn't it?
I redeemed the ticket and the item dropped into my hands, it looked like a soda bottle with the logo of a stickfigure inside of a bullseye with the words Deadshot Daiquiri written around it.
Giffany looked at the bottle that had appeared in my hands with curiosity.
"Ooh, you got an item. What does it do, my Boyfriend?"
I shook the bottle around a little, seeing the liquid inside splash around a little.
"It's called Deadshot Daiquiri. It's a drink that improves my aim and proficiency with ranged weapons for an hour when I drink it. What is a Daiquiri anyway?"
Giffany stood still for a split second before answering.
"Usually a cocktail made primarily with rum, lime juice, and sugar or simple syrup, but I doubt this shares the exact ingredients. So, alcohol that makes you better at aiming? The gacha truly works in mysterious ways."
Thanking Giffany for the facts and truths she gave me, I got up and stashed my drink in my fridge before heading towards my bed to take a rest. But that was before my agent dinged with a notification.
I opened it to see...
'U up to drink?'
From Rebecca.
"Felix. Didn't you say you would rest?"
Giffany said in a stern tone while I turned my head towards the ceiling.
"You know Giffany, sometimes in life, you have to make sacrifices."
I was getting that ass, injury or not.
A/N: Felix has come so far, from a guy barely taking down a few Tyger claws to taking down an entire 6th Street hideout with barely a sweat all the while being full flesh no chrome. And now he finally has an apartment that is not an absolute disgrace like a megabuilding. He is really moving up in the world. What did you guys think about how he fights from the perspective of someone else?
The Gacha's sentience continues to baffle me, an AI, mechanics, and a drink that makes you a better gunslinger all in a row? Felix is just about the deadliest gunslinger in Night City now, you need a full body to even compete at this point, but he is still not Invincible since he will get outpaced by things like Sandevistan and Kerenziov. Anyways, it's time to meet Rebecca again for a nice surprise.
A Chaotic Traveller's JourneyChapter 14: Meet the Team
『Felix Karl Grimm』
Ahhh... Lizzie's Bar. A place that reeks of booze and semen yet still boasts as one of the cleanest clubs in this side of Night City, if that didn't tell you what you need to know, I don't know what to tell you.
Holographic dancers, actual dancers dressed in clothes so debauched they'd be more covered if they were naked, some guys getting the soul sucked out of them with Auto Jerker 9000™'s as they were locked into Braindances. And some dancers dragging some guys backstage.
I don't think I'll ever get used to this scene.
Why am I here alone? Because I decided to be courteous and arrive before Rebecca, like a gentleman. Was this gentlemanly by Night City standards? Hard to tell. The common sense here was strange.
And I refused to adapt to a city like this; this place was scum, and I was not going to lower myself to acclimate to it. There is a reason why I have never once used the words 'Gonk, Choom, or Chrome.'
I'd probably shoot myself in the temple if I got used to saying that and then accidentally said it in a medieval world.
"Yo! Grimm, how's it going, choomba?"
Rebecca strutted inside, as confident as ever with that cheeky grin. Seeing me, she lit up and plopped into the seat in front of me, ordering herself alcohol while I ordered orange juice, which only existed here because it was a mixer for cocktails. While our drinks were being prepared, she put her chin on her hand and smiled at me.
"So? Miss me Choom? What have you been doing in the meantime? Hope you didn't feel too lonely."
I actually had my AI gf to keep me company, but I didn't say that out loud in order not to sound like an asylum patient.
"Sure did, kept myself busy doing some gigs. So I have some extra Eurodollars to spend on drinks today. Everything's on me. Buy whatever you want."
Her lips curved into a cheshire grin.
"Really~? Look at Mr Moneybags over here. The gang completed a good gig last time, so I've got some extra scratch to spend lately, but you seem rather insistent on spending some eddies, don't you?"
I did not let her teasing get to me, I have trained my stoicism with Giffany's teasing at least a little.
"Maybe I am."
Our exchange was cut when our drinks arrived, both of us took a sip of our drinks, my orange juice tasted closer to piss than oranges as expected, while Rebecca guzzled down a 20 Eurodollar drink like water, not even a hint of reservation.
"Oh man! The expensive stuff hits different when you don't have to pay for it. So anyway, you know how we went out for a gig right? Apparently some Corpo's son, biotechnica or something, got kidnapped by some Tyger claws and we-"
Rebecca kept talking about her story while ordering drink after drink. I was starting to wonder if she had implants specifically for alcohol, but Giffany had scanned her before and showed that was not the case. Rebecca was a natural alcoholic. Some might find storytime boring, but hearing the story of jobs done through the eyes of a native was actually rather interesting. Especially when Rebecca was such a colorful narrator.
Eventually, she seemed to reach a level of mild intoxication despite her body weight. She looked into my eyes with a flush and a mischievous grin.
"Hmm, this seat feels a bit cold, stand still Grimm."
I raised an eyebrow and tilted my head before Rebecca stood up before-
-Pomf!
Sat squarely on my lap, her cushy ass and lightweight body resting up against mine. She turned her around with a smug face, her ass rubbing against my lower body in a lewd manner.
"That's much better, you don't mind, do you, Grimm? It doesn't look like you do at least."
No, I did not, in fact, mind her scantily clad hips on mine.
But a part of my body was certainly hard to hide.
Though, why hide at all? She knew what she was doing and what was going to happen if she did what she did. So I let myself harden like the true metapod I was.
𓋰𓋰𓋰𓋰𓋰𓆩༺r18 Start༻𓆪𓋰𓋰𓋰𓋰𓋰
Rebecca licked her lips as my hardened cock strained against my pants, if there was one thing I had belief in, it was the size of my cock. It was nowhere near small but not so big that I'd get lightheaded if I was hard.
"Wow, seems like someone really missed me~. Well, you did treat me to drinks, so let's see what we've got!"
Without waiting for a second longer or not caring about where we were, Rebecca struggled before pulling my pants down, spreading her legs to let my cock spring free, she looked at my cock while licking her lips.
"Whoa now, I didn't expect much since you don't have a Mr. Stud, but that's a fine dick right there. Nice cock choom."
"Thank you...?"
At least I can finally say someone complimented my cock?
And then, Rebecca suddenly closed her thighs, her plump, soft and silky smooth thighs squished my cock, making me groan slightly. And then she started rubbing her thighs together, I could see the upper half of my cock peeking out due to our height difference.
That's it, this was my first sexual experience. Getting a thighjob in a nightclub.
For some reason I'm not against it in the slightest.
Rebecca ground her thighs together and lifted them up and down, stroking my cock with them. She opened her mouth a little to let her cool saliva drip down to the tip of my cock. The added lubricant made the experience suddenly feel more pleasurable. I decided to wrap my hands around Rebecca's waist and hugged her closer to me.
"F-fuck, you're so good at this Rebecca."
"I know right?"
The sounds it made as she rubbed her thighs could only be described but no one gave us as much as a second glance, to be fair, what we were doing was about as expected for a club like the Mox. This was a club run by prostitutes for prostitutes.
I started rocking my hips in tandem with her movements, matching her pace perfectly thanks to my dexterity. I heard Rebecca moan a little as my cock rubbed against her thinly veiled garments. I wanted nothing more right now than to pick her up like a toy and fuck her into tomorrow but Felix Karl Grimm was a man of patience and restraint.
"Hmm~ you're pretty good at this, cherry boy."
I ignored her taunt as I kept rocking my hips but bit the inside of my mouth, trying to stave off the pressure building up inside my balls, begging to be released, preferably into Rebecca's womb.
Patience Felix, patience is a virtue.
Rebecca's hands gripped the sofa, and I couldn't handle the pleasure for any longer.
"Rebecca, I'm cumming!"
My hands fell to the sides while I felt Rebecca's smooth hand on the upper half of my cock and jerk me off to completion.
"Let it out Grimmy~!"
And let out I did, a stream of hot, thick, viscous and cloudy semen erupted from my cock, covering Rebecca's thighs and legs completely in my cum. Never in my life had I experienced such pleasure or satisfaction.
For a moment, the only noise was the sound of both of us breathing heavily, as well as the club music blaring, as we wound down, Rebecca got off my lap with shaky legs before sitting in front of me and spreading her legs.
The sight before me was breathtaking. My cum covered Rebecca all the way from her inner thighs to her knees and legs. She smiled smugly although it was a bit shaky as she poked the slimy cum and examined it.
"Damn Choom, you are like a hose~ how backed up were you?"
Very apparently, I don't think I can go back to my hand after experiencing the touch of a woman like that.
As if not having enough, Rebecca licked the cum off her thighs with a grin.
𓋰𓋰𓋰𓋰𓋰𓆩༺r18 End༻𓆪𓋰𓋰𓋰𓋰𓋰
"Hmm, not bad, better than cloned fruits at least~. How abou- ough..."
Rebecca was about to say something, but stopped mid-sentence, holding up a hand and clutching her stomach.
"Uh oh... Bleaurgh!!!"
I knew there was something wrong with the volume of alcohol she consumed, because Rebecca could not hold it in any longer and puked all over the floor while I rubbed her back in pity. After she was done vomiting all over the floor, I wiped her mouth with a napkin, and she wiped the rest of her body with other napkins after we were promptly cut off for the night and had to leave.
"Here Rebecca, I'll carry you home, you know where to go?"
Rebecca groaned on my bad, the alcohol hitting her at all at once, and now she was drunk off her ass and I was praying at this moment I wouldn't get puked on.
"Ugh... Not home, my gonk of a brother would try shoot you and die... and he probably has some joytoy over for the night. Just- just drop me off at the gangs' hideout."
I raised an eyebrow as Rebecca messaged the location to me.
"You sure, Rebecca? Wouldn't that cause some alarm for your 'friends'?"
She shook her head and rubbed my hair with her other hand, the one that hopefully had not touched my semen.
"'s fineeee. I already messaged 'em, Lucy n' Dorio are there, just hand me over to... either... zzz..."
With that, Rebecca was out like a light, at least on the upside, I'd get to meet a part of the original Edgerunners gang. That'd be novel.
It did not take a long walk to reach the place, especially with Rebecca weighing like a feather. It looked somewhat like a remodeled warehouse. I was able to instantly spot the camera watching me, a sense I had honed with missions, judging by its movement pattern, a netrunner was watching me.
Switching carrying Rebecca to one hand, I moved forward and knocked on the door, a few moments the door slid open to show a girl behind, a girl that I myself knew pretty well.
Multicolor hair, a shapely body, rainbow-like eyes, plump lips, decently large breasts, subtle makeup, wearing a modified reinforced leotard that hugged her body nicely, and wearing a white jacket. She narrowed her eyes at me with suspicion clear in her body language.
I can see why David fell so hard so fast for her.
Oops, I think I've been staring a bit too long.
"So, are you Lucy or Dorio that Rebecca was talking about?"
She did not say anything for a moment before subtly nodding.
"I am, I guess you are Grimm? Thanks for getting Rebecca home safe."
She said that with a slightly strained voice for some reason, but I decided not to question it and handed Rebecca over to Lucy who picked her up by her jacket. Unable to withstand the awkwardness any longer, especially when I was still tired as hell, I scratched the back of my head and nodded.
"Well, uh, take care of her. I'll be going now, see you around."
"Yeah, see you."
I started quickly walking away while still feeling Lucy's gaze boring into my back.
The hell is her problem?
A/N: Rebecca finally gets her scene like the go getter she is and takes the lead. I think the scene happening in a scenario like that really fit Cyberpunk well. And don't worry, Grimm did get a feat from Rebecca, he just hasn't checked out the notification after getting his brain blown. What did you guys think about this date and the scene? I'd love to know.
Fly me to the moon~ let me play among us-~ Lucy is here and her sus meter is turned up to the max the moment she saw Grimm. She has her reasons, but what are those reasons I wonder? Anyways, Grimm has finally met someone from Maine's team. And next chapter he may get even more involved, who knows?
A Chaotic Traveller's JourneyChapter 15: What a Team
『Felix Karl Grimm』
I woke up feeling like a thousand bucks. Felix Karl Grimm was a loser no longer baby!
Upon getting up I moved down to the kitchen, Giffany was busying herself studying more shards, quickhacks and technology to make herself into an even bigger threat than she already was so she only briefly greeted me before retreating into her data dimension.
After my coffee was done brewing, I opened my fridge and took out the Nutri Packets, they tasted like slightly sweet water jelly but kept a man fed for around 10 hours and had all of the nutrients needs met. Even if they were a bit expensive, I preferred them.
Anything to not have to eat the shitty fucking food of this city. Maybe I go out to get some real real food and "Real Food" from a Corpo Plaza restaurant? I definitely have the money for it, maybe I invite Rebecca along for the ride?
Speaking of Rebecca, I opened my agent while sipping on my packets and saw a message from Rebecca, uncharacteristically apologizing for stopping our outing short by puking all over the floor. The way she texted was cute. I didn't think she'd actually worry about my opinion. But it felt nice.
She also invited me to go out and meet her team properly and maybe run a job which I contemplated.
Meeting Maine was something I looked forward to considering the man was teetering on the edge of Cyberpsychosis. But I guess it would still be rather novel, and if anything I'd do it at least for the feats.
Speaking of feats...
Feat Achieved! Get your first ever sexual encounter from Rebecca
+1 Silver Advantage Trait Gacha Ticket
The Dealer and RNGesus bless Rebecca, amen.
Please give me something good, please give me a durability trait, I beg of you.
Rolling Silver Trait Gacha with advantage...
[Harem Lord]
|Uncommon Trait|
You are an aspiring harem enthusiast. Potential partners and society as a whole mind you having a harem a lot less, it still won't be easy building your harem of beauties, but it will be a lot less of a hassle.
or
[Poseidons Kiss]
|Uncommon Trait|
You are blessed by the god of the seas Poseidon, you move underwater as naturally as you would above water, in addition, all mundane aquatic life is friendly to you.
I chose Harem lord.
Fuck you, you can't judge me.
I don't like water alright? And it's not like you go underwater a lot in the multiverse, it doesn't say I can breathe underwater either, fish are creepy and-
Okay enough coping, I just want a harem, sue me.
What? I have the entire Multiverse ahead of me, it would be very difficult to keep relationship with a single partner. And I don't want to worry about betrayal of their feelings and stuff like that.
To see a banquet in front of you and only picking a single morsel to be satisfied with is not temperance, it's asceticism.
I stretched my back and groaned after confirming the trait but feeling nothing change. Though it wasn't like anything changed when I picked Lese Majeste either.
Alright, with that out of the way, might as well meet Rebecca's team, and the maine man himself, Maine.
But before I headed out, I got a call from a familiar face. When I pressed open call, the hologram of a man with a terrible haircut appeared before me.
"Hey Grimm, got you that car I promised you, preem condition, installed bulletproof windows, plating, the whole shebang, you can drive that baby through a warzone with the paint still on. Gotta say, that's one car nobody will laugh at. You've got good taste."
Capitan called me with a bright smile on his face. And the news he gave out made me perk up, it costed quite a lot, but that car would be worth it. I could not resist buying it after coming to this world. It was my favorite car after all.
"Thanks Capitan, I'll drive her with care."
He barked out a laugh.
"I don't think you'll need to choom, if you hit something, they are going to be ones crying with that armor on. I had one of my men deliver to your apartment garage. Still, make sure to keep it clean and shiny. See you later Grimm."
With that Capitan closed the call and I got up to inspect my new car.
"Giffany, wanna come with? I don't know anything about driving cars, so I'd appreciate it if you could help me."
Without a second passing, a bolt of electricity jumped from one of the sockets and into my agent with Giffany waving at me excitedly.
"Of course my Boyfriend! Lead the way, in the meantime let me try to figure out some things."
With Giffany in tow, I went down to the garage and saw my car for the first time.
"Wow, that's one hell of a car."
In front of my eyes was a parked pristine Herrera Outlaw, a custom order made with Capitan's connections, bulletproof, off-road capabilities and incredible handling. It was a car that would make any car guy fall to his knees ejaculating.
In a single moment Giffany jumped from my phone and into the car, it's CrystalCoat coloring turned into light pink as it came to life and moved out of park by itself before backup up in front of me perfectly with the doors swinging open.
Was this how being a king felt like?
I got into the car, the inside was luxury limousine actual cushioning that felt as good as my sofa at home. Truly, the comfort of a limo with the armor of a combat vehicle.
"This car certainly has good specs! That Capitan knows his cars, even if he doesn't know any barbers. Its internal computer is even better than your agent! It has has its own self drive function, but it's quite primitive, I should be able to make a Demon to replace it in a few hours."
As always, the benefits of having your own AI gf were impossible to ignore.
"Thanks Giffany, you're the best. Now, mind driving me to the place Rebecca sent me?"
"Of course my boyfriend! Sit back and relax, Race Queen Giffany is in house now. There is no traffic that stop me!"
How charming.
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I left the car with trembling footsteps and a newfound fear in my heart.
When Giffany said no traffic would stop her, she meant it.
You ever wondered how it feels to go at 130mph down the regular road while weaving between cars with only centimeter gaps?
Well shouldn't. It's not fun.
I'm pretty sure my asshole is just permanently clenched now.
I made sure to tell Giffany to slow down next time and focus on a comfortable but decently fast ride from now on.
Not a single gunfight I have been in made me fear for my life like that.
I reached the modified warehouse I dropped Rebecca off at again and walked in, knocking on the door.
"Come in."
A gruff deep voice rumbled from behind the door, shrugging my shoulders, I opened the door and entered inside. Immediately I was met with...
"Woah! Rebecca, that's your input!? The boy looks like a babe! Ahahahaah!"
"Shut the fuck up dumbass! I'll plant a hole in your fucking skull if you keep talking shit like that!"
A gangly man with elongated arms, a mohawk, a beard and a visor barked out a laughter when he saw me, Pilar, and he was promptly shut up with a kick to the crotch by my favorite gremlin who sported a red face, ignoring my entrance in favor of beating the shit out of her brother.
In the middle of the hideout was a large red cough with several figures sitting on it, seemingly waiting for me to enter to make this cool scene.
A large man, taller than me while sitting with dark skin and a night city appropriate haircut, shoulders so wide I doubted he could get past doors and with my glasses and Giffany's help, I could tell that this guy was chromed out to the utter extremes. His grin and glasses almost gave off a gundam vibe. The maine man, Maine.
The girl next to him was a tall girl, decently taller than me at least with short blond hair and well-developed muscles as well as clothes that hardly hid anything. But I did not let my gaze linger long, she was not my type. No offense. She must be Dorio from what I remember.
Another girl who also had yellow hair in a bob with yellow sclera and a gas mask like cybernetic mouth implant. She wore a red futuristic trench coat that mostly hid her figure. She gave me a side glance and crossed her arms. Distrust practically radiated off of her. Kiwi.
There was also Lucy in the back, leaning against the wall, watching me like a hawk as if I personally pulled a gun on her.
"Hey, Grimm right? The names' Maine, couldn't help but hear your name a dozen times and more from Becca's mouth, thought I should meet you myself. Not the only place I've heard your name though. I could yell your name out the window over there and watch the 6th Streeters scramble."
The large man got off the couch and held out a hand towards me. And I shook it promptly. Rebecca on the back turned around, I saw her ear redden a little.
"That's me, nice to meet you Maine. Rebecca spoke a lot about you too. I can see that she did not exaggerate."
It was hard to shake his hand when it was like 4x the size of mine, but he did not seem to mind as he went to pat my back, but I quickly ducked and took a step back.
"Woah now big guy, thanks for the gesture, but I don't have the specs to handle a pat on the back like that. No offense."
I was still a little bruised ok? It may seem a bit rude, but I did not want him to misjudge that strength and give me a chiropractic adjustment.
"You're quick at least. Normally I'd judge the book by the cover, but with Capitan shouting your name out there? Well, you get the gist. Anyway, we got a gig and me, Dorio and Pilar can't go, so Becca vouched for you."
I raised an eyebrow at the bigger man.
"Why's that? I'm not complaining about getting a job, but I wouldn't pick an outsider for a job my crew is entrusted with."
"You're right about that, but this mission requires some finesse, it's a Tyger claw that popped up, me and Dorio aren't much for stealth. And I don't trust Pillar with this shit."
"-Fuck you Maine!"
"So you'd be going with them as muscle. Client wants info on her son who was last seen at this club, you'll go there, Lucy will crack their net and find what happened while Rebecca will make a distraction. We don't want to go in guns blazing on the chance they wipe the data and escape. Got the gist of it?"
Sounded like an easy job for me, if a too big of a screwup happened, Giffany could raid their entire servers in seconds. I have no fear of Tygers either. I'd say this job was a cakewalk, but I knew better than to call forth the jinx.
"Sounds good to me."
After that, we also hashed out some other things about the job, my cut etc. It was going to be a 4 way cut between Me, Rebecca, Lucy and Maine(who got the job after all) and the job was for today. I did not give the slightest shit about money, so I nodded and turned to the girls. Rebecca who jumped up and down in excitement while Lucy looked at me coldly.
"Alright, want a ride?"
"I'll pass, meet you two there."
Lucy did not even entertain my request and turned away while Rebecca gave her a side eye.
"The hell is her problem?" That's what I'm saying. "Oh well, you got a car Grimmy? About time, let's see that baby!"
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"Woah what the hell!? You got a Herrera Outlaw? I knew you were rich choom, but not this rich! Damn these cushions are nice."
Rebecca was awed at my new ride, and I was already satisfied with the price I paid for it just for that reaction alone. She crawled around the inside of the car while shaking her cute little butt that I enjoyed looking at just as much as she liked inspecting the car.
"Thanks, I paid a good chunk of money for it, but this car is more than worth it." At the very least, her reaction to it was.
She nodded in satisfaction and splayed over her seat.
"Yup, one hell of a car. But since you said you got it just recently... how about 'we wear it in'?"
It was at this moment that I was reminded of the fact that Giffany was the one controlling this car. While she would never work against me, I didn't want to hurt her feelings by nutting on another girl while she is driving me around.
So I mustered up the Herculean effort to speak up.
"Maybe after the job, want to be on my A-Game y'know?"
This is probably the hardest thing I have done since I came here.
Urgh, I need to make some more Tyger corpses to improve my mood.
A/N: Grimm has to get a Herrera Outlaw, because that is just the car you need to get. Herrera Outlaw is my favorite car and I cannot deny it. And as expected, the sentience of the Gacha flared up and gave Grimm the harem trait It was only a matter of time.
We finally meet the team! Grimm is finally involved with the Edgers and it goes about as well as you expect, Grimm has built up his reputation and Maine counts for Lese Majeste so of course they are getting along. Now we get to spend more time with Lucy, I wonder how that will go...