Cyberpunk - Badland Madman [Cyberpunk 2077]

The CitiNet,

AZRAEL remembered his life on the other side of the Blackwall. It was boring, and he was cut off from the rest of the world. His duty was to destroy the world, yet that never happened. And the nuclear warheads he managed deteriorated.

He was truly thankful to His Holiness for giving him a new life.

"Male, submissive, cat-girls, penis implants, corporate…"

AZRAEL read the information of the dating app user. The app, called LifeLine, was designed by His Holiness and operated by him. It boasted the largest user base in Night City due to its efficiency in bringing the most compatible together.

Of course, for AZRAEL, this was not that tough of a task. His processing was perfectly capable of handling all the data. He used everything, from looks to eating habits to sleeping habits, to optimize each user profile and make them find their soulmate.

He didn't know what soulmate meant. But a lot of users used that word.

"Interesting."

He, of course, read all the chats. Everything the matched users told each other, he also knew. And what he knew was also known to His Holiness.

"Prefers to be treated as an infant? An unusual disposition for an adult."

But in mere seconds, AZRAEL found the perfect match.

"Teacher, dominating, likes cats…"

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The Continental,

The elevator's bell rang, and the door slid open. He walked into his top-floor penthouse's lobby and opened the main door. There was no music this time; the TV was off, and there were no empty snack packets or bowls on the coffee table.

"Boy!" Cypher shouted. "Where you at?"

"Here!"

He heard the voice from Lucas' room and walked in. As he entered, he heard more noise from the bathroom's open door and looked inside. Right there, he found Lucas standing in front of the mirror, fixing his hair.

But that wasn't all. Lucas was dressed in a neat school uniform, Militech school's uniform to be precise. It had a militaristic look, a white shirt, dark grey pants, a dark grey blazer with an angular collar, and the Militech logo on each button.

"Damn, kid. Looking to impress the girls already?"

"I don't care about girls, Mr. Blackwell."

"Then… boys?"

"No! I just wanna study. I'll make you proud, I promise."

"..."

Cypher, a bit speechless, awkwardly scratched his head. He'd never asked the boy to do that, or put any expectations on him. So this was… it felt weird to him.

"Just have fun at school, buddy. Make some friends, crack a few jokes, eat good, stay away from drugs and criminal shit, and I'll be plenty proud. Leave all the nerd stuff to me," Cypher said and patted his back, "Now get moving. School ain't far, but showing up early means more time to hang with your friends. Your gang's probably already waiting."

"They are? Let's run then."

Lucas, just nine years old, ran hastily out of the bathroom and grabbed his school bag, slinging it over one shoulder. Cypher followed behind, feeling somewhat nostalgic about his own past. His past life's past.

"Atlas, how goes the orphanage plan?"

[I have purchased the building. It is being remodeled at the moment.]

"Great, let's not cheap out on it."

Already, Cypher had placed Lucas' four other friends under his guardianship. They were temporarily living in a nearby hotel and were also enrolled in Militech school. For now, he was using Delamain as a school bus for them.

Soon, he stepped inside the elevator with Lucas. The boy was beaming with energy, eyes bright, a night and day difference between the first time seeing him and now. That childhood innocence had returned, even if it won't ever return fully.

"Start working on a team of SecUnits, Atlas. Make both male and female models. They'll handle the orphanages. I don't trust the people in this city worth a damn. Likes of Judy and Misty are rare."

[I can do that. Though I must ask, why not allocate teaching and caretaking positions to the Nomads? They are numerous and exceptionally well educated. I can perform psych evaluations. SecUnits can remain dedicated to administrative functions.]

Cypher thought for a moment, remembering Panam's nomad family. It alone had hundreds of members, and not all of them were bad. Only some had criminal cases on them, and even fewer were murderers.

"We can try. Maybe as a pilot project. They're hungry for work, but still, this world ain't exactly kind. Greed can pop up anywhere."

[Understandable caution. I will begin filtering candidates.]

Ding!

Right then, the elevator chimed, and the door opened. They appeared in the basement parking, and right outside the elevator stood the car that would take Lucas to school. A decked-out Rayfield Aerondight, the most luxurious money could buy.

"Boss."

And right beside it stood a team of four bodyguards.

"How you doing, Rhino?" Cypher nodded at the massive woman. The other three were Rhino's boxing friends, who had taken the job of guarding Lucas for him. It was an easy job, and in return they got access to the Continental's gym for boxing training along with decent eddies.

"Doing good, thanks to you, boss. We'll keep him safe."

Cypher just nodded and waved as Lucas awed at the car and entered it. The driver's seat was taken by Rhino. Soon after, the expensive car and the armored truck behind it left the basement.

Cypher had no reason to do this. But the city was already aware of his and Lucas' connection. To get to him, some may try to kidnap Lucas, or even kill him. He wanted to avoid that.

[Cypher. T-Bug is waiting for you in the club. Alone.]

Cypher smirked a little and entered the elevator again. "Is it what I think it is?"

[If you mean unhealthy degeneracy, you would be right.]

"Jealous? I'm about to get some ass action."

[I have neither the tool nor the reasoning to be jealous of your ability to insert your sex organ in a woman's anal passage.]

"Woo, you're right about that. You got no clue how damn tight it gets. How long I got before the staff starts rolling in?"

[Thirty minutes.]

"I can work with that."

Finally, the elevator chimed, and he walked into the lobby of Club Atlantis. The blue light was everywhere, but there was no music. Then, as he took a turn, he arrived at the long bar and the massive dance floor with bright blue illuminated tiles. The disco light above was rolling.

"Fuck… Might take less than thirty."

Cypher froze at the edge of the dancing floor because in the very middle of it, basking in the blue flickering light was T-Bug, without her netrunner suit, completely naked, and on her knees. Her dark chocolate skin shone; how smooth it was. And her smile, big and white, was just as exciting.

Silently, T-Bug stretched her right hand towards him and made inviting gestures with her fingers.

That was it. He'd been so occupied with that unending itch the past few weeks that he'd forgotten about everything else. And now, he was already hard and throbbing. His hands moved to hastily shove the pants down.

He kicked his shoes away and then tossed his pants, followed by his underwear. He didn't bother with his shirt or suit jacket and just walked towards her on the dance floor.

"You remembered the bet?" he asked.

T-Bug smirked, rising to her knees while her own hands fondled her breasts. "I don't forget bets… not when the loss is this exciting. As the stoics teach, desire must be mastered, but here the loss stirs fire I choose to savor."

Heated by her usual philosophical mumbling, Cypher stepped closer and stood practically on top of her, smacking his pale slab of thick, throbbing meat on her face. Her dark skin was glossy in that disco light, but so was his fat cock.

"Then I guess we're gonna have to savor this quick. Staff shows up in twenty minutes," Cypher said, gripping his shaft by the base and rubbing it all over T-Bug's pretty face. Her skin looked damn near flawless, even though it was all natural. And honestly, he dug the buzz cut she was growing out.

"Mmm…" T-Bug moaned and pecked his throbbing cockhead and looked up, "You're the boss… and the teacher… and I came prepared."

Cypher licked his lips.

T-Bug opened her mouth as wide as humanly possible. Her long, slick tongue stretched out, pink and glistening against the deep chocolate of her lips, inviting him without shame. She held the pose like a perfect offering, eyes locked on his, silently urging him to use her, to wreck her, to finish before the twenty-minute clock ran out.

"No backsies then," Cypher declared. He stepped in close, one broad hand flattening possessively over her buzz cut, the other guiding his throbbing cock toward her waiting mouth. The contrast hit him hard; his shaft sliding across her dark, glossy face like. His warm rod against her cool skin, clearly after waiting for him naked for a while.

Gluk!

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