Cyberpunk: Badland Madman Chapter 6 - Gonk’s Eye, Misty’s Mystery, Career Woman & Ultra Sci-Fi 

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"Damn it!"

Panam Palmer punched her steering wheel as her call once again didn't go through. The last time she'd seen Nash was when she threw him out of her truck. And now, the bastard was ignoring her. 

"What am I going to do now?"

Frustration evident; she seethed in her seat, staring at the empty parking lot. Life wasn't treating her well for the past few weeks. She'd left Aldecaldos after fighting Saul. 

Now, all alone in Night City, she tried to build herself up as a mercenary. Thankfully, the Queen of the Afterlife, Rogue Amendiares, took her in. All Panam knew was that Rogue was somehow connected to Aldecaldos, and that was why she was even able to work under her. 

But the jobs were too simple. Mostly hauling 'merchandise' around Night City. She wanted to do them alone, but another nomad called Nash was paired with her. She didn't like the bastard at all, but she swallowed her pride and worked. 

Bam!

"Ugh!"

She hit the steering wheel again.

No, she didn't give a damn about Nash. That man wasn't worth anything to her. The real problem was that Nash was supposed to pay her for the recent job they'd completed. She'd also helped him move some of his own cargo around Night City, and payment for that was also pending. 

Once again, she tried to call. 

Once again, nobody picked up. 

She was all alone in the city, trying to make a living, just surviving at that point. That money meant a lot to her because she really didn't want to go back to her clan. It would only make Saul laugh in her face and call her immature or whatnot. 

"Nash! If you're not dead, I'll kill you myself."

She stepped on the gas and headed to the Afterlife. That was the place where information flowed, and that was where she could find a hint. 

It took her a few days to piece everything together. 

Then, a few hours to scout her target. 

Finally, a few hours of waiting to find an opportunity. 

She snuck inside the building, using her skills gained over the years as a nomad. It was a ripperdoc's shop. She'd never visited it before, but she'd heard about Viktor Vektor, a rather reputable man in the trade. 

Finally, Panam crouched and looked over the corner, into the back of the shop. She could hear the noise and eventually saw him, her target. A man of medium build, tall, but didn't seem that healthy. Messy brown hair, a sleep-starved face, his hands busy working on some machine or cyberware, she didn't know. 

She waited for her chance, and finally, when the man relaxed back, eyes closed, she moved in and aimed her gun right at his head. She slammed a foot to catch his attention, gun still high. She expected him to cower in fear, but that didn't happen. 

He turned the chair and looked straight into the barrel of her gun. No trembling of the eyes, no shocked movement, no fear in his expression. It made her own heart shake, her face harden. Every person she'd met before who had such a response to danger was either a lunatic or extremely dangerous. 

She quickly prepared herself, in case he had some expensive, advanced cyberware installed that gave him such confidence. 

"Why did you kill Nash?"

She asked, not too loud to alarm him. Her intention wasn't to kill him to begin with. Just get her money back. But what he replied with broke her facade of confidence. Her eyes trembled, her gun jerked in her hand. 

"What? Wraith?"

"I'm Cypher Blackwell, by the way. Yeah, Nash was a Wraith. Fucker robbed me clean, then tried to turn me into his personal rent-a-gun bitch. He came after me, and I put him down. That was it."

"No, you are lying. I don't work with Wraiths. They’re absolute scum,” she barked angrily. Who were wraiths? The worst aspect of the Badlands' lawless society. They killed, kidnapped, and did horrific things for sport. 

She glared, eyes narrow, trying to read him and see if he was lying. But he gave no hints, just a stoic, unimpressed look. And then, without even bothering to look at her gun aimed at him, he turned to the table again, continuing his work on those machines. 

"Look, I don't know you, and popping me ain't gonna do shit for you. If you're looking for answers, go shake down whatever fixer paired you with that piece of shit. But hey, if you ever hear where Nash was hiding his little secret spot, hit me up. I want my shit back."

"Look at me!" Panam shouted, pressing her gun on his temples. His carelessness angered her more. Why wasn't he scared? 

"Go for it, girl. Pop me if that'll make your day. Ain't the first time I'd be eating lead anyway."

"..."

Bastard’s suicidal.

Slightly taken aback, Panam took a step back and put the gun away. 

"If you're lying, trust me. I will hunt you down." 

To that, all she received was a wave of his hand. 

"Cool, get me some grub when you swing by."

"..."

Everyone's crazy in this city. 

"Wait!" 

Just as she started to leave, his voice came. 

"What's your name?"

She didn't look or stop. Just answered. 

"Panam."

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Fuck!

Cypher watched her leave, spinning just when she'd turned to leave. He gulped, not because of fear, but because something in his pants was being a little too jumpy. And Panam had a fine ass, dammit. 

But still, he was a bit surprised. It was still twenty-seventy-five, plenty of time for seventy-seven. Her working with Nash meant she had already left her clan, but… 

Did she work with Nash for two years? That doesn't make sense. 

Once he heard the shop's gate close, he returned to work, planning everything, and also estimating the cost of making a full-sized Leaper in the future, and this Mind AI. His bank balance was alright, but he knew it'd vanish as soon as he started working on major projects. 

Sighing, he finally opened the website he'd created for his company. It was called Obsidian Inc. The background of the company was simple: a tech developer and patents-holding company. As for the tech he'd already patented, it was mostly simple stuff that wouldn't make the big corporations want to kill him or snatch it. 

First was a heatsink from the DL-18 blaster. Second was the new coolant he'd made and used in Judy's rig. Third was a servomotor he used in the Leaper. He reckoned it was pretty advanced, if not in terms of its precision, then in its durability, because the Leaper did leap pretty high. And finally, his biggest patent was the Quantum Condom, a full-scale product. 

Other than Quantum Condom, he didn't offer the real thing when it came to the others. He did some market research, asked Vektor about things here and there, and only offered marginally better things than what was available out there. 

Even marginal, they could mean day and night for many companies. Those DL-18 heatsinks could be used in many places, from weapons to industrial machines. The coolant was the same, from computers to cyberware. And of course, the servomotors were used nearly everywhere. From aerospace to robots.  

By giving them a marginally better option, he was first painting a smaller target on his back. Second, he was putting his name out there. 

The real issue was that some companies might try to get exclusivity from him, even by force. That was a big no, as other corporations might throw a tantrum. So, he did what any charitable madman would. He made the patents public and put a fee on their use. The fee wasn't big, just a few tens to a few hundred eddies per sold product.

Sure, there was no way for him to track how they'd be used. No way of knowing if the other companies were paying him a fair amount. And for now, he could do nothing about that. There was no such thing as the rule of law in Night City. The one with the biggest stick won. And Cypher, although with a pretty big stick in his pants, in the grand scheme of things, was nothing compared to the likes of Arasaka or Militech. Fuck, even low-level corporations could fuck him up. 

The only thing he could do to secure his interest was dangle a carrot. 

On his website, he added information under each patent that he was also working on further improved versions of each of them. 

This is annoying. 

He stared at the screen. He had no idea what to do with Quantum Condom because it was a real product. Besides, he hadn't tested it yet.

Heck, he didn't even want to do this whole company thing yet. It was too early. But he had no income, and with each new 'itch' in his head, his bank balance was draining fast. 

"Fuck it. What's the worst that can happen?"

With a shrug, he returned to planning the Mind AI's shell. 

Though he did glance at his still hard erection. 

"Go to sleep, buddy. Ain't no snug warm hole around here for you."

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Cypher worked all night, drinking piss-taste coffee that was available in the city. He wanted to finish all his work at the shop and take some days off, and head back home to Lake Farm and work on the projects. 

Even as morning arrived and Vik opened his ripperdoc shop, he was still working, fixing some horribly broken cyberware, and also the package he received from Gloria. The best thing about Gloria was that she knew her trade. She brought him the most decent cyberware. 

A bit sleepy and tired, he finished fixing a tier-2 Adrenaline Booster. It had come from Gloria, and it was in a rather broken state, probably from a dead gangoon or something. Using his Sonic Screwdriver, he patched it up as good as new. 

Should get me at least ten thousand eddies. 

Thankfully, finding customers was Vik's job, as he knew who needed what. He could even contact other ripperdocs who may need his goods. It was a pretty decent network of sellers and ripperdocs. 

Ting!

Right then, a bell rang. His eyes fell on the clock first, already midday, about time to head home. But that chime wasn't related to the clock. It was a hint from Vik that he was sending a customer to him. 

Cypher prepared to meet them. He put away the Adrenaline Booster to the side and rolled a chair closer for the customer to sit. 

"Hey, choom! Vik said you got preem chrome?"

Uh, fuck. Vik entertains these fuckers? 

Right there was a Maelstrom, a hideous one as they all were. This one was nearly bald with a lot of piercings all over his face. He was in an Arasaka vest, his chest showing the implants protruding. And on his face, there were three glowing eyes, the middle one was the largest and the brightest. His entire skin looked fake, with mechanical lines all over. 

Well, a customer was a customer. But he didn't understand why a Maelstromer would come to Vik, because they had plenty of their own fucked up ripperdocs who did all sorts of surgeries and upgrades. 

"Yeah, got a couple. I'm Cypher. What d’ya need?"

"Sweet! Name's Dum Dum, choom, no need to freak. Still got a couple brain cells rattling around up here. Need me a fresh new optic." 

Dum Dum jabbed a finger at the busted glowing red light on the right. "This piece of shit's fried. Pulled it off some dead gonk. Bad call. Now it gives me skull-splitting headaches and burns like hell sometimes. Vik already told me it's cooked."

Cypher remembered that name. Dum Dum was one of the few in Maelstrom you could at least talk to and reason with. But he remembered Dum Dum having two more red glowing eyes, a total of five. Right now, he only had three. 

Maybe not at that level in the gang yet. 

"I got two options for you," he said, flipping a catalog open on his screen. "First one's just a standard Kiroshi optics, nothing fancy. But I also dug up this Kiroshi Clairvoyant, tier three. You scan with it, and it tags enemies within twelve meters. Sticks around for a full minute after each scan. You can zoom it up to six times, too."

"That's it!" Dum Dum jumped up and nearly shoved his face into the screen, staring at the image of those optics. "That's it. Shove it in my skull."

"..."

Not the words he wanted to hear from a guy, but sure. 

Cypher clicked on the item and started generating an invoice. 

“You good with that price? Brand new ones run ten grand. I’m at eight, and I’ll toss in a seven-day warranty. That should give you plenty of time to test them and see if they’re solid.”

Currently, nobody offered any warranty on second-hand cyberware. Cypher was the first one, and that was because he was fully confident in his skills. He knew what he was selling was in the best condition. The only way for it to break was an external trauma. 

"You got it, choom. Learned my lesson running busted chrome before. Need the real deal this time. Sending the eddies now."

Wow. A reasonable Maelstrom? 

But that was it. He didn't want to mingle with Dum Dum or his kind anymore. They were too unpredictable to do business with. If he showed his skills too much, they might just kidnap him and implant borg-like cyberware on him, and make him their in-house techie. 

Right away, he saw the notification in his AR glasses as the money came. With that, he finished the invoice and got up to grab the eyes from the sterilised storage.

"Wait with Vik, pick a time you want them worked on. I'll bring the eyes to him," he said, leaving Dum Dum alone there. At the same time, he shut down all his computers and picked up the cardboard box. 

He was done with his day. It was time to head home. 

Moments later, he went to Vik's side of the shop. Dum Dum was already on the operating chair, and Vik was in the middle of taking out the faulty eye. Though both of them were going to be replaced, since that was how they worked. 

As a part of the deal, Vik would keep the faulty eyes. He would then fix them and sell them again. 

"Here." He set the metal container down on the tool table by Vik. "I'm heading out. I'll catch you in two days. Misty's coming with me, so her shop's closed today."

Vik gave him a solid nod, never stopping his hands as they worked. 

"Be careful out there, Cypher."

"Will do." 

With that, holding the box with his stuff, he walked out upstairs and entered Misty's shop through the back door. She was already done locking up her shop and closing most of the things, extinguishing all the incense. 

"Ready?" He asked, passing by her. 

He and Misty had grown pretty close over the past few days. Not to mention, they'd hit it off pretty well from the first time they'd met. Now, they eat together almost every single day. And every night before she closed her shop, he was there to chat with her. He had also repaired and upgraded most of the things in her shop, from the music speakers to the experience chairs where the customers sat.

There was an unspoken spark between them. Cypher's mind was mostly in turmoil and pent-up sensations, while Misty was strangely calm and sweet in nature, which seemed weird, seeing her soft punk-centric makeup and dressing sense. 

Cypher couldn't lie that he did have indecent thoughts about her. But at the same time, he kept them under control because having her as a friend mattered more. Especially in that city. 

"Alright, let’s move. Been ready, like, an hour already. Need some help?" She smiled softly as she stepped in, taking a few things from his arms. "Got us a rental ride. I’ll return it when I’m back later. Oh, I also bought some cooking ingredients."

Misty was a really helpful person. She did things without being asked to. And she seemed excited to see his Lake Farm home.

"Thanks, Misty."

The car was a shitbox, an unremarkable, slow thing. A Mahir Supron FS3, known for its cheapness. But it was still a pretty practical van. 

He put all the stuff in the back and got into the driver's seat, and soon drove out of Little China. It was a pretty long ride, from the top part of the city to beyond the bottom part. And in that slow car, it felt even longer. 

But with Misty to talk to, it wasn't boring. She talked about all sorts of tarot cards, and he entertained her by talking about witchcraft and whatnot from the times he remembered. Because all the culture and data from before the DataKrash were lost, the people of the Cyberpunk world didn't remember much about old times. But Cypher came from that era, and the things he knew about that time intrigued people like Misty. 

Of course, she had no idea how he knew all those things. But she found them exciting. 

"Back in the day, horoscopes were a whole thing, apparently. I read about it. People took them way too seriously. Changed how they dressed, even ended relationships over them…"

Over an hour later, they finally arrived at the Lake Farm. It looked pretty much the same as he left it, except for all the blood stains, the busted door, and the bullet holes. That was why Misty had come in the first place. She'd offered to help with cleaning and fixing his home. 

"Must have been intense. The firefight," Misty muttered, walking around his small home, from the living area to the bedroom. "But what's with the burn marks? Was there a fire?"

"..."

It was hard to explain his DL-18 blaster's aftermath. He'd gone pretty crazy that night, trying to kill them. 

"Feel free to step out and walk around if you want. Water feels pretty sweet, and waves have that nice soothing sound. Just don't go dipping your toes in it, yeah? Still kinda toxic. I'll sort this mess out in here."

"No, I'll help." Misty instantly got to work, picking up some fallen stuff. "I came here to help, didn't I?"

He stared at her momentarily as she walked around and… bent to pick something. Her latex-like skirt tightened around her hips, and a noticeable shape appeared, round, soft buns. Her smooth, fluffy legs were in full view, made flavorful by those fish-net stockings.

Ugh! No, let's not go that way. 

Looking away, he focused on cleaning the dried bloodstains and fixing the main door. It would have been much harder if not for the Sonic Screwdriver. He wiped the entire floor of the house clean and then fixed the bullet holes here and there using the screwdriver to vibrate and manipulate the mechanical parts. 

But the holes in the wall needed cement to patch, so he left them for later. From afternoon till evening, they cleaned everything. Then, finally, to relax, they grabbed a beer and sat outside on the deck overlooking the reservoir water, watching the sunset. 

"You were right, Cyph," Misty said, looking lost while reclining on the beach chair, staring at the dipping sun. "This place hits differently than the city. So calm, no people, no car horns frying your nerves. Just the waves, breathing."

Cypher nodded, in his own chair, watching the sunset. He'd honestly never been able to live at Lake House that long before the Wraiths showed up. He hadn't seen the sunset like this before. 

Back in Night City, there was always a sense of danger. He was always on alert instinctively. Dying didn't scare him, but getting into fights still pumped the adrenaline. At the end of the day, he was still human. 

And… It's hard. 

It had been a while since that night with Rita. 

"I'll go cook something." Cypher got up. 

But Misty followed. "And I'll help. Believe it or not, I know how to cook."

He didn't mind, and it was fun, although a bit intense for his body. Being in that house, with so many 'bad' memories associated, from the BD addiction to the glitter addiction, and now being alone with Misty. His mind was a mess. Under control, but a mess. 

Their arms and shoulders bumped often as they cooked and talked. At first, he instinctively tried to maintain space. But then he noticed… Misty herself was sticking close to him. She never moved away if their bodies touched. And often, she would tap his arm or his hand to help cook. 

Before long, they had a bland pasta ready. From the slurry paste to the flour used, everything was of questionable and surely unethical origin. But that was Night City. It still tasted like shit to him. 

They sat at the table and ate. He enjoyed it since there was company. 

Small talk and a few bites later, he grabbed his and her plates and shoved them in the sink. He could smell his body stinking, so he looked at her. Since she hadn't suggested that she wanted to go home, he didn't ask her either. 

"I'm gonna take a shower. Do you wanna go first?" he asked. 

Misty shook her head, her eyes strangely averted from him. "No, you can go first."

Why's she shy? 

"Alright." 

Cypher grabbed a towel from his room and walked into his bathroom. It still didn't have a mirror, something he needed to buy later. But everything else was in working order, and it was clean. He quickly removed all his clothes and stepped inside the bathtub. He didn't plan to soak and just turned on the shower and stood under it. 

That's it… Nothing feels better than home. 

He dipped his head and closed his eyes, enjoying the warm water when…

Shhhh!

His head turned towards the door as it slid open and… 

"Misty?"

It was her, and… she had nothing on her. 

Cypher gulped; the sight was too much. 

Misty stood framed in the doorway like a fever dream. She’d stripped away every piece of clothing. Her hips flared wide and plush, swaying with a hypnotic weight as she stepped forward. Her soft belly curved so gently, while her breasts hung heavy and proud, each one a perfect, overflowing swell capped with pink areolas and the glint of silver barbells piercing her stiff nipples.

"Cypher… Can I… join?"

He wasn’t so insane as to deny that. And noticing how shy she looked, with a body like that, and those piercings winking like a tease, his cock surged upright. 

"Yeah… sure."

He shifted to the side, making room under the showerhead. 

Misty stepped in without hesitation, positioning herself so her front pressed flush to his, hips angled toward the tiled wall behind her. The very second her body met his, the blunt head of his erection nudged against the warm, pillowy cushion of her lower belly. That adorable little layer of softness, plush enough to sink fingers into, yielded under the pressure, cradling his length.

He didn’t think. His body moved on pure instinct. One hand slid up the dip of her waist, moving downward until his palm claimed the full, rounded globe of her asscheek. He squeezed, hard enough to dimple the flesh, then pulled her in tighter. For a heartbeat, he hesitated, whether he should kiss her, whether this was crossing a line.

But she did it. She rose on her toes, breasts dragging up his chest, nipples scraping against his skin, and tilted her face to meet him. 

Cypher’s restraint snapped. Both hands clamped harder around her hips, thumbs digging into the meat of her ass as he bent his head and devoured her mouth. 

Her body was so soft and warm, every curve molding to him. Her lips were feather-light at first, then parting with a tiny, needy sigh that sent a jolt straight to his balls. 

His eyes refused to close, needing to see it all. The way her eyeliner started to run under the shower, the way her deep-plum lipstick smeared across his own mouth in messy streaks. She tasted faintly of cherries and smoke, and he chased it deeper.

His hands clawed at her glutinous asscheeks, digits sinking so deep the flesh spilled between them. He kneaded her roughly, lifting her just enough that her toes barely kept her upright. His cock throbbed painfully where it lay against the cushion of her belly, trapped between their bodies.

Then Misty’s hand moved.

Without breaking the kiss, her fingers slipped down between them. She wrapped her small fist around the middle of his throbbing shaft and gave a single, slow squeeze that made his knees nearly buckle. 

Finally, Cypher closed his eyes and lost himself in the moment.

The kiss turned feral in an instant. His tongue swept past her lips, plunging deep to tangle with hers in a wet dance. They devoured each other, lips sealed so tightly that not even the pounding water could slip between them. Every swipe of tongue dragged more of her flavor into his throat, every hungry suck pulled a muffled whimper from deep in her chest.

Her hand, naturally, kneaded him in slow, agonizing strokes. Long, deliberate pulls from root to swollen crown, twisting just enough at the head to make his hips jerk forward involuntarily.

"Cypher…"

At her whispering voice, he opened his eyes and looked at her face. He gulped. 

"Hm?"

"W-Will you wait for me on the bed?"

"..."

Cypher cock throbbed in her clenching hold. He could only nod and step out of the shower on shaky legs, water streaming off him as he left the bathroom. His mind was a white-hot blank slate, nothing left but raw, animal need throbbing between his legs.

He wiped himself roughly with an extra towel and collapsed onto the bed, still dripping. Even flat on his back, his cock refused to soften.

He stared down at his own body. needle tracks like pale scars across his arms and thighs. He felt a flicker of self-loathing twist in his gut. But the shame couldn’t touch the hunger. Not tonight.

Shhh!

The bathroom door slid open again, and Misty stepped through.

Fuck! She's… too much! 

The spiked collar was locked snug around her neck again, dark eyeliner freshly painted on, black lipstick restored in a glossy smear. The fishnet stockings hugged her thick thighs, the diamond pattern digging faint lines into her flesh. Yet her eyes stayed flushed with that same shy vulnerability, even as she crawled onto the bed from the side. Not once did she look at his face. 

Misty crawled on all fours over his legs. Her lips found the inside of his thigh first. Her soft, open-mouthed kisses trailed higher, hotter. Up and up she went until her warm breath ghosted over his straining pole, and then her plush black lips parted and closed around the head in one slow, enveloping kiss.

"Ugh!" Cypher groaned, too sensitive. 

"Wait!" He shouted and jumped off the bed. In seconds, he opened the carton beside his bed, took out a spray, and sprayed it on his cock. 

Misty didn’t question it; she simply waited, lips parted, eyes dark with hunger. Her mouth engulfed his cockhead again the second he turned back. Her moist lips went up and down his cock, feeling the throb of his arousal on her tongue. 

But suddenly, Misty released him with a wet pop.

"Cypher… I can't wait."

"..."

"Me neither."

At his agreement, she rose on her knees and straddled his hips. One slender hand wrapped around his slick shaft, guiding the blunt crown to her pussy. 

For the first time, he got a clear, heart-stopping view of her pussy. Cute, flushed pink lips already swollen and glistening, the tight little slit puffy and dripping with her own arousal, no piercing to deform the soft, inviting folds. 

"Mmmmh…" 

Misty sank down right away. No teasing, just greedy, desperate need as she impaled herself in one long, shuddering drop. 

Her walls stretched around him like soaked silk being forced open, so impossibly tight that every ridge and vein of his cock dragged against her rippling inner flesh with excruciating pleasure. 

Cypher felt everything tenfold. The way her pussy lips kissed the base of his cock, the obscene squelch as her slick flooded around him, the way her walls fluttered, trying to push him out and pull him deeper at the same time. His cock bulged against the squeezing pressure until he could feel his own pulse hammering against her walls. He was already teetering on the edge, the urge to flood her right then and there roaring through every nerve.

He bit his teeth hard, jaw locked, refusing to make a fool of himself.

She's a fucking goddess! 

He stared up at her. And without a single coherent thought in his head, his hand shot up and clamped around one breast. He squeezed as hard as he could, fingers digging in. The flesh was so soft, so squishy that his grip sank knuckle-deep. Her skin flushed crimson like it was on the verge of popping. Nipple jutting like a dark cherry.

"Aaaaaaaah!" 

The sound that ripped out of her wasn’t pain; it was pure, filthy rapture. 

No scowl, no flinch. Just wide, glassy eyes rolling back, a huge, dazed smile splitting her lips as her whole body shuddered. At the same instant, she slammed herself down, pussy swallowing his cock to the root in one brutal, wet plunge.

So close! Shit!

His entire length vanished inside her, buried in scalding heat that clamped down around him. The tightness was insane, her walls twitching around every swollen inch, milking him with rhythmic, greedy pulses that dragged him right to the edge. Nothing in the world had ever felt this good.

"Yes! Squeeze… me… harder!" 

"..."

At the raw plea in her voice, Cypher lost what little control remained. Both hands flew to her tits now, mauling them with savage greed. Palms grinding, fingers twisting, squeezing until deep red handprints bloomed across the pale skin. 

Was this what she liked? Was this her kink? Rough play? Pain? He didn’t know, didn’t care. He just gave it to her, watching her face twist into bliss.

"Oooooh! So…. amazing… yes!" Misty was already riding him like she was possessed, hips snapping back and forth in filthy, grinding circles, fucking herself on his cock with wet, nectar-soaked slaps. 

Plap! Plap! Plap!

Cypher caught her stiff, pierced nipples between thumb and forefinger and twisted until they swelled tomato-red and throbbing. Her pussy reacted, clenching so violently around him that he nearly blacked out from the pressure. 

"Yes, yes, yes….. Aaaah!"

Behind that sweet, gentle smile she wore for the world was this. A woman who came alive when she was used rough, when pain and pleasure blurred into one screaming high. 

Cypher understood it in his bones now. And he knew exactly what came next. But first…

"Ugh… I'm gonna cum, Misty. But… I can keep going!"

Misty bit down on her lower lip, a smile flickering behind it. Without breaking rhythm, she reached down to the band of her stocking and slid out a single tarot card she’d tucked there earlier. She held it up between trembling fingers so he could see.

“This… I pulled it this morning, and I knew… I knew that we… would be compatible… Oh, Cypher. Yes, harder, rough… more… inside me!”

She flicked the card away, then she collapsed forward, flattening her breasts against his chest, arms looping around his neck in a desperate hug. 

Her teeth caught his lower lip in a sharp bite, and then she kissed him while her hips rolled in slow, filthy figure-eights. Her pussy spasmed hard, walls rippling in violent waves as she came with a muffled scream into his mouth, slick gushing around his cock in hot, messy pulses.

"Mmhmmm!" 

Cypher groaned into the kiss and shattered right along with her. Thick ropes of cum erupted deep inside her, batter flooding her thoroughly. 

Creamy white started leaking out around his buried shaft, dripping down his balls. But he wasn’t done. Not even close. She’d begged for hard, for rough. And he was going to give it.

"Safe word?" He asked before moving. 

Misty smiled, as if he’d just handed her the keys to her darkest fantasy. "Esotérica… mmm."

He nodded once. Then his hands clamped onto her plush ass, fingers sinking into the soft meat, and he rolled them in one powerful motion until she was pinned under him. Without hesitation, he climbed up her body, straddling her face between his spread thighs, his cock flat on her smudged lips. 

He looked down, just her face visible. Her eyes were glassy with delirium, her cheeks streaked with mascara and cum, her mouth already parting underneath the thickness of his shaft. 

“I’ll…” He started to warn her, but words died when she simply opened wide.

He eased his cum-soaked length past her lips and drove forward in one long, unrelenting push. Straight down her throat, until his balls kissed her chin. One hand fisted in her hair, cradling the back of her skull.

"Gluk!" 

Tears immediately spilled from the corners of Misty’s eyes. But the look in them wasn’t fear; it was ecstasy, wild and unashamed. Pure pleasure.

She had always carried the shame quietly, hidden her other self carefully. Out in Night City, she was gentle, soft-spoken, kind-eyed, the one who offered comfort. In bed, though… she craved the bruising grip, the choking fullness, the way roughness forcefully stripped away every polite layer. A moment of lost control.

She was scared of going too far, scared it would disgust him. But she wanted to. Desperately.

She liked Cypher; he was sweet, helpful, and in her eyes, very brave for fighting all the things from his past. She felt drawn to him, that gentle way he talked. It didn't feel like the street slang of Night City. More natural, sweet. 

And now here he was, giving her the ferocity she’d ask for, feeding the secret hunger she’d buried so deep it hurt.

Gluk!

"Mmmmmmmh…"

Gluk! Gluk!

Every thick inch probed deeper into her gullet, stretching the slick, spasming tunnel until it molded perfectly around his shaft. Her tonsils fluttering helplessly against the invading ridge, the fat head bullying past. It was the single most arousing thing she’d ever felt. The helpless gagging that only made her wetter, the way her whole world narrowed to the relentless rhythm of being used. 

Her free arm slid down without thought, fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing in frantic circles. This roughness, this complete surrender, erased every worry, every gentle mask she wore for the city. She could just… exist. Drown. Enjoy.

Gluk! 

Ghhhhk!

Misty’s face flushed, lungs screaming for air. His one iron grip on the back of her skull kept her pinned down, while his heavy balls slapped against her chin. Her nose buried itself in the coarse hair at his root with every thrust, smothered in musk. Spit and leftover cum bubbled out around her stretched lips, dripping down her cheeks and pooling in the nook of her throat. He was big, and she loved the way it made her feel slight, helpless, owned.

"Nnnngh…"

Finally, it was too much. Black spots danced at the edges of her vision. She slapped his thigh hard, eyes watering, pleading up at him through the haze.

"Ah! Sorry… I went too far?"

He pulled out instantly. The sudden emptiness made her whimper, but the concern in his voice, even in the middle of wrecking her, sent a fresh wave of molten hunger through her core.

"Agh… Ugh… Nnnngh…" She panted, chest heaving, then smiled through the mess on her face. "I… loved it, Cyph… I loved this so much!"

Cypher slid down her body, straddling her midriff so his fat, still-dripping cock nestled between the soft valley of her breasts. He looked down at her, and one hand drifted to her throat. Three fingers hooked under the spiked collar, sliding between leather and skin, pulling it tighter until her breath came shallow and sweet.

She's really enjoying this. 

"Harder?"

Misty nodded frantically, struggling for each precious inhale, voice a wrecked whisper. “S-Splay me… mount me… like your… trophy.”

"..."

What BDs is she watching? Wait… I remember that line from the exact porn BD.  

Cypher was an encyclopedia of BD porn. And instantly, he knew what Misty was into. Rough play, near-blackout edges, but never the truly dangerous extremes. Just enough to make her feel deliciously broken without actually breaking. 

His grin turned feral. 

"You… are unexpectedly… fucking hot!" 

Misty giggled at his compliment, her face completely red. 

He released the collar and moved fast, settling between her legs. He crouched on the balls of his feet, grabbed her ankles, and yanked her legs high. His palms pressed down on the backs of her soft, squishy thighs, folding her in half until her hips arched completely off the mattress. 

She wasn’t just bent; she was crumpled upside-down like a ragdoll, knees framing her own flushed face, toes brushing the sheets beside her head. Her pussy gaped obscenely upward, swollen and dripping, completely exposed.

It was intense. Painfully intense. Her neck craned at nearly ninety degrees; she could see her own glistening slit from this unholy angle, and that was exactly where Cypher squatted lower and fed his cock back inside her in one long, merciless piledrive.

Plap!

"Ooooooh!”

Cypher braced his spread knees on either side of her raised hips to keep her ass suspended, then drove down into her with short, brutal pistons. His freed hands flew to her tits, mauling the heavy mounds, fingers hooking through the piercings and yanking until the metal stretched the tender flesh into distorted peaks.

She reached up and hooked her own hands behind her knees, holding herself wide for him like the perfect toy.

“Yes! Use me, Cypher… please… wreck your broken doll… I want it to hurt so good… own me… please please …”

Cypher’s brain had tunneled down to pure animal instinct. The way her soft body took it all, pussy presented like a gift, walls gripping him so tight he could feel every flutter and spasm; it drove him teetering on the edge. Sweet Misty, the gentle reader who soothed Night City’s lost souls by day, was under him now a sex-starved animal who couldn’t get it hard enough. His cute, perfect little secret doll.

“Look at you.. Pussy gaping for more... Collar choking you while you beg to be mounted. You’re just a greedy hole that needs to be filled… until you can’t walk straight,” he snarled between thrusts, exact words from the BD she was likely inspired by.

Plap! Plap!

"Oh oh oh! Cypher! I'm! Coming! Yes! Harder!" she yelped, each word punched out of her by his cock.

He pinched her nipples harder, twisting the pierced tips until she screamed, then fucked her pussy with no mercy, watching her face contort; eyes squeezed shut, mascara running, mouth open in a constant wail of bliss.

"Guh… Me too!"

He released her nipples and clamped both hands on her thighs again, locking her in place as he pistoned harder, spreading her legs impossibly wider until the delicate bones of her pelvis stood out sharp under pale skin, framing the stretched pink of her entrance.

Misty’s climax hit like a system overload. Her whole body seized, spine arching even further in the cruel fold, toes curling. Her pussy convulsed violently around him. Then she squirted, hard. 

A hot, clear gush sprayed in arcs, drenching his abs, splattering across her own belly and tits in sticky ropes, even misting her own flushed face. Each hard clench milked another jet from her, her walls spasming so hard it nearly pushed him out.

She kept mumbling nonsense as the ecstasy took over. 

“Ahhh… F-fuck. Co—ming so hard! Filthy... Dirty joytoy… Look at me… Covered… Dripping… Yours. Mmmph…”

“Ghh-!” Cypher groaned and finally let go. He rammed balls-deep, punched her cervix and erupted. 

Vile ropes of white blasting against her battered cervix. Each spurt felt like it was being ripped out of him, flooding her pink walls until they overflowed. Bubbling out around his shaft, leaking in fat globs down her ass, and pooling on the sheets. He came so much he could feel his knees emptying out.

He kept thrusting through it, grinding deep, fucking every last drop into her cunt until his balls ached and his hips stuttered to a stop, leaving them both drenched in their combined mess.

At last, he eased her legs down, uncurling her carefully, and collapsed on top of her. 

She was so soft, plush tits pillowing his chest, belly warm and sticky against his. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing the salt-sweat skin, nipping gently along her jaw, careful of the spiked collar. Then, he caught her earlobe between his teeth.

"Let's rest for an hour and then… I'll break you some more."

"Mmmmh…." 

Misty’s arms wrapped around his head, hugging him tight with trembling, adoring strength, fingers threading through his damp hair.

“Yes… Oh yes… Give me everything… I want it all, Cypher. Every brutal inch, every bruise… don’t hold back… I need you to ruin me, wreck me until I can’t think… Until I forget my own name…”

With pleasure, Misty.

####

What… The… Fuck.

It was morning, and the bedroom was brightly lit. The hum of the air conditioner was audible, and Cypher was awake. 

But he stayed unmoved, just eyes open, staring at the dusty ceiling. He was still sore, his cock finally flaccid, and refused to get hard even as Misty, equally nude as him, slept by his side, her supple, soft body hugging him sweetly, her face close to his ear, her breasts smushed on him, one knee over him. 

Misty's sweet, kind face flashed in his mind, and then followed the unholy positions he'd done her in, and the filthy things that had come out of her mouth. He didn't dislike it; hell, he fucking loved it. He got to see an entirely different side of her. 

And honestly, he did do her a lot last night. After the bed, he had her against the wall, even on the floor. Gave her what she wanted, the sex that also stung a bit here and there. A dangerous game. 

So… Are we dating now?

He had no clue about that. He wasn't against the idea; he liked Misty. But at the same time, knowing what was going on between Judy and him, it could cause issues. He knew that things wouldn't go far with Judy. Nothing beyond cuddling together. But would that be cheating? He did like doing that with Judy; it was calming. And he reckoned Judy felt the same. 

The real question was what Misty would do. 

Ugh… Let's cross that bridge when I reach it. 

He moved his head and looked down at her, a curvy, delicious body. This was so unexpected for him. Impossible to imagine she hid this side of her so well.  

"Ummh…" 

As he moved, Misty seemed to wake up. The first thing she did was smile and then peck his lips. 

"Good morning, Cyph."

He kissed back again. "Morning. I'll take a bath and make something to eat. You relax. I did get a bit too hard near the end."

Cypher felt, no, he heard Musty gulp. Yeah, she passed out near the end. But she didn't seem all that bothered by it. 

"That was the best night of my life," she whispered and kissed his cheek this time. 

Yeah, I think we're dating now. 

He got out of bed and took a quick shower. By the time he cooked something, Misty was out as well, bathed and dressed up. However, her stocking was a bit torn now. She didn't seem to mind, all smiles and cheerful as she sat with him and ate. 

"You sure you wanna head back? You're welcome to crash here as long as you want." Cypher offered, genuinely liking her company. 

Misty shook her head, her messy hair tousled, a faint blush on her cheeks. "I should go open my shop and… I don't think I have it in me for another night."

Did she just call me a sex fiend indirectly? Hah.

He laughed under his breath. "Alright, yeah. I'll probably be back tomorrow or maybe the day after. Got some renovations to knock out here, plus a couple of personal projects I need to mess with."

"Personal projects?"

"I'll show you when I'm finished with them." 

Right now, he wasn't sure yet. Judy knew about the blasters and his tech skills. But what he was about to make was truly sci-fi. For now, the fewer people who knew, the better it was for everyone's safety. 

After breakfast, Misty didn't spend much time there. She kissed him one last time and headed out since she had a pretty long ride ahead. 

Finally alone, Cypher locked himself inside and opened the cardboard boxes, taking everything out one by one. The very first thing he did was connect all the parts of the miniature Leaper that he had made. 

In the open space of the living room, he assembled all the legs and finally used the wires to connect the Leaper Pulse Unit and the Advanced ARC Powercell. He waited a few seconds for the whole thing to boot up and…

"There it is!" 

Finally, a round red ring appeared at the center of the Leaper's frame. It held all its sensors, and it was also one of its weakest parts. It also moved, but in a limited way because the wires restricted it. But it did move as intended. 

"Yes! Yes! The itch's gone!" 

The risky experiment had worked. This was proof that he didn't need to make everything at scale. And still, he felt his knowledge had increased. Mainly in robotics and related fields. Already, he could plan upgrades for that Leaper in a way that would work. 

Finally, that left just one itch remaining, and this one was the most complex. Already, he'd ordered a lot of items in bulk from the shop he usually bought hardware from. Since he already knew the owner, he ordered everything to be delivered to the Lake Farm. 

"Better get to it."

####

Corpo Plaza, Militech Offices,

Meredith Stout fixed her Militech office uniform, easing the wrinkles of her skirt as she prepared to enter the office of the director of the special projects division. She'd never seen him before, but she'd heard enough that he was one of those crazy-scientist sorts.

Being one of the many operations managers, a particular request had reached her desk from the senior operations manager, her boss, and the position she was eyeing for herself. The request came directly from the director, who was in a pretty high executive position. One that even her boss feared angering. 

"The director will see you now, Agent Stout."

She gave a firm, stoic nod to the director's secretary and prepared herself. Once the door slid open, she walked in like a soldier, eyes focused in just one direction, never taking any chances of seeing something she wasn't meant to. 

What is all this? 

She tried not to look, but there was something everywhere. Machines, gadgets, strange fluid containers with bio matter inside, placed on the wall like decorations. One even had a human fetus inside it. 

The office was large; it belonged to a director. But it felt cramped because there was just so much around there. But she remained focused and reported in front of the modest steel table of the director. She gave a salute; she was told to do that because the director was from the NUSA Army. Militech was a company, but it was also more or less the de facto military force of NUSA. 

"Director Goldstein, the investigative report you asked for is complete." 

Goldstein? 

Meredith read the old man's face. The man's last name, Goldstein, held a lot of meaning to Militech. It belonged to one of the original investors of Armatech, the progenitor of Militech. 

Is he related?

In Meredith's mind, it was all about fighting for more. Every moment of her professional life was spent on furthering her own position. And if this man was indeed related to the original investor, then being close to him mattered a lot. 

"Huh? What? Ah, the file on Obsidian? Brief me. I've no time to read pointless reports." 

Impatient, focused, and not in a good mood. 

Meredith read the room. The old man, looking old despite modern options available, was balding with baggy eyes. But not once did he look up at her. He was busy writing something, a chemical formula, from what she recognised. 

"Copy that, sir. Obsidian Inc., a new company, registered less than a week ago. Owned by a nomad called Cypher Blackwell, male, white, mid-twenties. Recently tangled in gang violence in Japantown, killed ten Wraiths and two Tyger Claws. Stayed clear of Night City until last month, then started moving adult braindances for Lizzie's Bar, Kabuki…"

"Who cares about all that nonsense! Read me the main part!"

The main part?

Meredith frowned for a moment and looked at the report. All of this was the 'main part' to her. If anything, this Cypher Blackwell was a capable man, worthy of being scouted by Militech recruiters. He killed nine Wraiths singlehandedly and won that race as well. Ignoring his troublesome past and employment with Lizzie’s, the man was a diamond in the rough.

And he was also a techie, working from a ripperdoc's shop right now. She instantly realised what this 'main part' was, especially for the director. 

"Obsidian Incorporated is pushing four items as their core stack. First is a heatsink." She had no direct hand in the report, so the depth of detail caught her off guard. That alone flagged how much weight the director put on this slice, and she leaned in. "The department ran the math. Eight percent improvement over the compact heatsinks Militech fields today. The second item is a coolant. This one is thirteen percent above our current line. Servomotors track the same. Five percent edge overall, but durability jumps close to… twenty percent. And finally…"

She took a brief pause when she read the last offering. 

How did this company go from offering high-end mechanical parts to a condom? 

"Finally. The company is offering a product called Quantum Condom. Description says it is a nanotech, mass producible spray. You apply it to the male reproductive organ. It blocks unwanted pregnancies and diseases, one hundred percent. The relevant department could not assess it. No patent on record. The website lists it as for sale."

Clap! 

"Genius!" Director Goldstein exclaimed, clapping his old hands, finally looking up. "That's what a genius in the rough looks like. We're working on a new Cerberus…"

As soon as Meredith heard that, her pupils shook. 

"I was tearing my hair out chasing innovation in servomotors. Nothing, nothing ever beat what we already had. My team was scouring the market daily, combing the whole planet for a miracle. Then, out of nowhere, this Obsidian appeared. The durability alone is priceless, but stack those heatsinks with that coolant, and Cerberus reaches another level. And this Quantum Condom, if it really does what it claims, then… That is genius-tier nano-engineering. Absolutely fantastic."

No! No! No! Fuck! Why? 

Meredith was silent in a state of shock. She stared at the Director's face and noticed a hidden, cruel smirk. This was all part of his plan, she now realised. She wasn't supposed to hear all this. The special projects division was a very secretive branch of Militech. Just knowing some of those things could get you killed. 

The director simply destroyed her career by telling her about Cerberus. Now she had no choice but to dance to his will and orders, or else she'd be 'let go,' which also meant killed. This was a trap she walked right into. 

All her hard work. All her dreams of becoming a senior operations manager vanished in an instant. 

No, this can't end here. 

Immediately, Meredith's mind worked and adjusted to this new situation. The best way to survive now was to be as useful as possible to this man. Considering who he was, she believed her feminine charms wouldn't be enough. The last option was to help him get what he wanted and more. 

"The report also suggests that Obsidian is working on even better versions of all three first patents."

"I want them!" Director Goldstein coldly declared. "I want all of them! And this man, as well. Brin—"

“Sir…” Interrupting him was a gamble, but she took it. “From an ops standpoint, forcing him is a mistake. He’s a nomad, and one who’s proven he can fight. Wraiths didn’t break him. Pressure will just trigger resistance. We’re better off drawing him in naturally, under the Militech umbrella. And there is no guarantee he’ll follow through on the upgrades. The patents are public already. Arasaka likely has eyes on them, same as everyone else. Let him develop first. Acquire the patents via a shell company. No trail. He’s clearly desperate for funding. And then…”

“Enough of that nonsense. Spare me the static and the fairy tales. I don't care how you get it done. I want that man and his inventions on my table. Lure him, seduce him, put fear in his spine if you must. That is your assignment. I’m pushing your transfer to the special projects division. From now on, you answer to me. You hunt, you break doors, you dig. My enforcer. My investigator.”

Meredith gulped, unable to understand at the moment whether this was a curse or a blessing. Being directly under a director put her above even the boss of her boss, the chief operations manager. But at the same time, this new role carried more risk because her life was in the director's palm. 

"Copy that, sir."

"What's your name?"

It irked her that he didn't even know her name. 

"Agent Meredith Stout, sir."

"Excellent. Now get out there and deliver. And watch yourself, or you’ll personally account for any delay in my project."

She nodded firmly and left the office, having lost and gained plenty at the same time. She didn't stop outside the secretary's room. She went straight to her personal office and waited for the door to close before finally letting out an exhausted breath. 

The mask of a stoic career woman faded instantly, replaced with annoyance. 

"Damn it!"

She nearly threw the portable screen in her hand that had the report. But it was company property, so she stopped at the end moment. 

She stared at it again and scrolled all the way to the top. There was no photo attached to it, just the name. 

"Cypher Blackwell… Guess we’ll see if you lift me up, or go down with me."

####

Three days later, Lake Farm, 

♫Despacito. Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito. Deja que te diga cosas al oído…♫

Where did it go wrong? 

Why was this happening? 

Countless thoughts coursed through Cypher's brain as he lay on the floor of his living room, his nose bleeding, his eyes red, bags underneath. His chest heaved, breathless, all the while the loud music blared from every surface in the entire house. 

He'd already destroyed all the speakers. But then, somehow, the music started coming from all around. It was coming from sheer vibrations of the surfaces around him. He tried to escape his house, but the door was locked. He tried to use his Sonic Screwdriver, but even that malfunctioned. 

"Just… stop! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" 

It all started when he finally switched on the Mind AI. He'd developed the physical shell, the ellipsoid. He'd built the millions of components using the Sonic Screwdriver and the printers that he upgraded first. He personally built the computational and memory components. Every single item that went into making this machine was at least at thousand, if not, ten thousand years more advanced than anything that was out there in 2077. 

He didn't know what went on inside the shell. All he knew was that it was working. He didn't understand hyperspace that well yet. Or warp unit fully. What he knew was that the itch was gone, but a headache had appeared. 

"Stop! This damn song! How does it even exist here? At least change it! It's been a whole day!" 

Cypher didn't even know who he was speaking with. If he had to guess, he reckoned he'd already destroyed the world. This was most definitely the doing of the celestial-level AI he had unleashed. Although he'd made sure to double-check its ethics stack, and while giving it personality and loyalty, he'd carefully written everything about himself, leaving out the death and resurrection part. 

Godlike AI, best amongst all AI, superior to all AI. Unreasonably, hopelessly, mindlessly, pointlessly loves the creator. Undying, unchangeable loyalty to the creator. Morality and ethics at the core. No evil, no world conquering. 

He'd made sure to put all those rules, and rules for even exceptions, if they existed. He'd laid down a whole web to trap the AI into complete obedience to him. But clearly, he'd mistaken. The bastard had somehow gotten its hand on Despacito.

♫Despacito. Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito. Firmar las paredes de tu laberinto.♫

Cypher groaned, rolled on the floor, covering his ears. The shell component of the AI was taking up most of the space in his living room. This was pure hell. 

"My ears are gonna bleed. Shut the fuck up, man. What did I ever do to you? I made you!" 

He'd never imagined he'd fall so low. Begging to an AI. But there he was, snot running from his nose. It was real torture. 

Bzzzzzz!

Hm?

Right then, the entire floor started to shake all of a sudden. He sat up and looked at the egg-like shell of the AI's main component. It was vibrating strangely and then…

"What the fuck!" 

He jumped away. The entire metallic orb started moving. No, it started phasing through matter somehow and sank into the floor. It kept going, deeper, deeper, and soon enough, the entire shell disappeared into the ground. 

No fucking way this was science. This was like magic. How could something phase through physical matter? But again, this AI could simulate an entire universe with ease, and even create sentient life if given the resources.

W-What have I created? 

Ting!

For no reason, a chime came from the microwave nearby. There was nothing inside it. 

Then the lights in the entire house started to flicker like the place was haunted. Cypher just stood against the wall, silently staring at everything, but worried he might have ended the entire world. Hell, he'd even forgotten to notice the new 'itch' that had entered his brain already. 

“Huh?”

Moments later, just like that, everything stopped. All the flickering lights. All the weird vibrations.

"Wait, the music's gone too!"

So happy, he ran to the table and grabbed his AR glasses, and put them on. He tried to call Judy to ask if the world was still standing. There was also Panam's message, asking to meet, but he dismissed it and connected the call. 

Shhhhhh~

"No, no, no!" 

Only static came. The call didn't even connect. 

He gulped and ran towards the door to go out and see it for himself. But the door was still locked, and the red light on it was unchanged. He put the code in it as well, but it remained locked. The AI was out there, around him, everywhere. 

"Hello?" He asked, a shot in the dark. 

The hum of the electronics filled the air for a long time. 

Ting!

Once again, the microwave chimed. 

"Hello…" a masculine voice echoed, vibrating from every surface around. "...creator."

It's here! It works… shouldn't have. 

"You are?" Cypher asked. 

"I am God, creator."

"..."

____________

A/N: For those confused, the AI is based on the sci-fi series called 'The Culture'.
This is the wiki page of the AI - https://theculture.fandom.com/wiki/Mind