Chapter 16: Betrayals in Pacifica and a Bitter Revenge
V revved her bike back through the gritty streets of Pacifica, the engine's growl vibrating deep between her thighs like a lover's touch, making her pussy tingle faint with that leftover heat from Ana's passionate pounding. God, her body still buzzed—heavy breasts bouncing soft over every bump, nipples aching hard against her tank from the memory of Ana's mouth sucking them raw, narrow waist twisting as she leaned into turns, wide hips gripping the seat firm, her juicy ass flexing sore but satisfied from hours of being spanked and filled with hot cum. But underneath that physical glow, her heart ached genuine and heavy, worry for Evelyn twisting like a knife, that real emotional pull driving her forward. Johanna's voice echoed in her head, manipulative but almost comforting: "Smart move with the Netwatch bitch—power unlocked, now use it. But watch your back; Voodoo Boys play dirty."
The lair came into view—ramshackle but buzzing with netrunner energy, Voodoo Boys milling around with their glowing optics and ritual tattoos, air thick with incense and ozone. V parked with a skid, hips swaying emotional as she stormed in, tits heaving with building rage, ass clenching tight under her jeans. That virus Placide had slipped in her during their flirt? Ana had yanked it out, but the betrayal burned real and deep, like a slap to the face from someone you'd let get close. "Where's Placide?" she barked at a gonk guarding the door, voice cracking with genuine anger, her crimson lips curling.
He jerked a thumb inside, optics scanning her curves unapologetic. V pushed past, heart pounding emotional, finding Placide lounging in the main room, dreads hanging loose, that cocky grin fading as he saw her storming approach, tits bouncing with each furious step. "You slimy fuck—putting a virus in me while you flirted? Thought you could play me?" V's hand shot out real and swift, slapping his face hard, the crack echoing, her palm stinging, tears pricking her eyes from the betrayal's sting.
Placide reeled, optics flaring red, his massive frame tensing, hand balling into a fist as he swung back emotional and furious. "Bitch—you don't slap a Voodoo Boy!" But before the punch landed, a door hissed open behind him, Brigitte stepping out graceful but surprised, her lithe body clad in netrunner gear that hugged her perky tits and wide hips, fat cock bulging subtle in her pants, eyes widening genuine at the scene. "Placide—stand down! You—the merc. How do you know about the biochip? That's deep lore, not for outsiders."
V lowered her guard a fraction, heart racing emotional from the near-fight, tits heaving as she caught her breath, ass shifting weight. "It's not just lore—it's stuck in me, fused to my neural like a bad tattoo. Relic's rewriting my brain, and Silverhand's engram along with it." Brigitte's face paled real, stepping closer, her presence commanding but with that genuine curiosity shining through. "The Relic... in you? That's our key to ALT—beyond the Blackwall. We need it to contact her, pull her back from the net's abyss."
V's mind flashed—Johanna stirring emotional in her head, memories flooding genuine and raw: ALT, Johanna's girlfriend, that passionate fire between them. Visions hit V like a BD overload—ALT's tall, smart frame, perky tits pressing against Johanna's in heated embraces, her fat cock bulging hard after shows, pounding Johanna whenever they stole moments free. "After gigs, she'd wreck me," Johanna whispered emotional in V's mind, memories showing ALT taking her from behind on dressing room counters, cock sliding deep into Johanna's pussy, ass jiggling with thrusts, hands groping tits rough, moans echoing passionate and real, cum filling hot in waves. But then the pain—Arasaka snatching ALT, Soulkiller frying her essence as Johanna stormed in desperate, blades out, heart breaking genuine as she tried to save her love, tears mixing with blood in the fight.
V gasped, tits heaving emotional from the shared grief, ass sinking as she leaned against a wall. "ALT... she was yours, Johanna's. Arasaka took her, soulkilled her while she fought to save her. I see it all now— the love, the loss." Brigitte nodded slow, eyes misty with real respect. "Then you understand—we contact ALT, use the Relic to bridge the Blackwall. Join us, merc."
But the world glitched—V's vision shimmering, pulling her into a sim sudden and disorienting. Brigitte's netrunners linking her up, the dive feeling too real, emotions swirling as she floated in digital space, Johanna beside her genuine and fierce. "Careful—they want ALT bad," she warned emotional. The contact attempt burned—ALT's presence flickering distant, but then screams echoed, Brigitte and her runners convulsing in the real, chrome frying, bodies smoking as Netwatch daemons struck like lightning.
V woke gasping, heart pounding emotional, tits heaving wild, pussy clenching from the shock, ass sore on the floor. Brigitte and the netrunners lay fried and dead, circuits melted, eyes blank—Johanna's voice urgent: "Netwatch's doing—those bastards counter-hacked. Get out, V!"
V scrambled up emotional, tears for the waste stinging genuine, sneaking through shadows, hips swaying quiet, tits bouncing light with hurried steps. But Placide spotted her—optics flaring rage, charging with a roar. "You did this—bitch!" His fist swung heavy, but V hacked mid-lunge, daemon spreading like poison, his chrome locking up, body twitching real and helpless.
No seduction this time—V's katana heated red-hot, blade plunging through his heart with a sizzle, frying him inside out, blood boiling, body convulsing emotional as he gasped last, eyes wide with genuine shock. "For Evelyn," V whispered tearful, pulling the blade free, gore dripping hot, her tits heaving with sobs, ass flexing as she ran.
Back to the apartment, bike ride a blur of tears and wind, breasts bouncing painful, pussy aching empty from the day's toll. Evelyn still recovered in hospital, stable but traumatized, that revenge for her feeling bittersweet and real. No cure for the Relic, no fix for Johanna in her head, but at least some justice—V collapsed emotional, heart heavy but unbroken.