522 Indulgence is a Syn

Just for clarification for the people that are confused, the events of the anime Cyberpunk: Edgerunners, is set about a year before the events of the game Cyberpunk 2077. There's even in-game lore and Easter Eggs that hint at the anime (you can get the EMT jacket and a Sandevistan). The things I'm writing about happened just before Edgerunners, derailing it to the point that it might not happen at all.

I'm setting V up as a corpo, except his background in the game isn't clarified past the fact that he's a mid-rank corpo and when he officially meets Jackie (for the first time) and they become chooms when they save each other's asses on a mission, which explains why Jackie shows up to help him when he needs him. Oh, and Jackie's been dating Misty for about a year or so when the game starts, so them just starting their relationship firmly establishes the timeline.[\author]

I wasn't surprised when the gathering ended three hours later and we finished working on the assignment, that each of the girls gave me a tender hug. A couple of the bolder ones even dared to kiss me on the cheek, which was a standard option for their avatars to do when in a chat room, and then logged out as they giggled and avoided being teased by their friends for it.

Evelyn was one of the last ones and looked conflicted after giving me a hug, then she chose not to add the cheek kiss and the guilt on her face was clear. She felt bad about denying to help me earlier and passing up me owing her a favor. With me helping her and everyone else complete this assignment so quickly had shown her how much helping me could have done for her.

“It's okay, you know. I really do understand.” I whispered to her privately.

Evelyn blushed and nodded before she logged out, too.

“You really do, don't you?” Carrie asked as she looked at me in admiration. “You made tonight into one of the best times we've had while doing such boring homework. It always seems like such a chore to write it all out when we should be able to just show the teacher we know what she's talking about.”

I smirked and stepped close to her. “Would you want to have 20 identical conversations in class as you verbally test everyone's knowledge or assign them a writing assignment you can have a TA or a Virtu-bot check for you?”

Carrie barked a laugh and put her arms around me. “Delegation is one of the first things we learned in class, Veder.”

“I know.” I said and hugged her back. “I also know there's a parental lock on this chat room.”

Carrie's face went red. “I'm not allowed to do things like that until we graduate in three months.”

“Uh huh.” I said and reached out and poked towards the virtual wall. A popup showed that the parental lock paused, as did the monitoring program, and it displayed a ten second loop window.

Carrie's mouth dropped open and she stared at me with wide eyes.

“Top designer and programmer, remember?” I asked and then leaned in and kissed her.

Carrie moaned and her hands dropped to my butt to grab on. She had quite the virtual grip and she wasn't shy as she kissed me back and tried to rub herself on my hardness. The two second warning beeped at us and Carrie made a disappointed sound when she had to let me go. She didn't want to get caught after getting a chance to sneak in some PDA, or private display of affection.

The loop ended and the display disappeared.

“Thanks for the invite, choom.” I said and made a fist for her to bump.

Carrie rolled her eyes at me and fist bumped me back. “I'm sure mom wouldn't say anything if we did the same thing Kei did.”

I winked at her and stepped back. “Did you tell her how much you liked the peaches?”

Carrie blushed and looked away. “No.”

I laughed and she glanced back at me. “You need a little more practice lying while under pressure.”

“We can practice later.” Carrie promised.

I nodded and waved at her as I logged out. It was nearly 8 P.M. and Syn was going to show up, so I climbed out of bed and picked up the academy suit coat and pants from the floor. I carried them into the bathroom and washed them and then pressed them. Just as they finished, the apartment door opened and Syn walked in.

“Where you at, choom?” Syn asked.

“Just cleaning my uniform!” I shouted back and took it out of the presser. I only wore the sleeveless shirt and my boxers as I carried it out to meet Syn in the hallway. Her eyes took me in and her face went red, then she fought it and smiled at me.

“Did you eat yet?” Syn asked.

“Only a quick snack after I came home from school.” I lied.

Syn took the clothes from my hands and hung them in my bedroom closet. She took my hand and led me back out into the kitchen and selected a good meal and we sat down and ate. Feeding me seemed to relax her and she only glanced down at me twice. I was still hard from Carrie's attention and I was sure Syn was just waiting for it to wane, only it wasn't going to unless I wanted it to.

We finished eating and she quickly cleaned up and gave me a pointed look. I wasn't sure what she wanted until I used a touch of telepathy and knew she wanted to give me another little show as a reward while she watched another episode of her favorite show.

“I already did my homework and had a nap. Do you want to watch a vid or something until I feel tired?” I asked her.

Syn grinned at me and led me to the living room, propped me up in the same spot I had been in before, then she grabbed a bottle of alcohol and sat on the far end of the couch by my feet. The vidscreen was changed from Gloria's message to the right station and Syn called up an episode from the subscription service to play.

Surprisingly, she didn't feel a lick of guilt about showing me the raunchy episode that showed the female character's background and her life becoming a joytoy. They didn't censor anything or used stealthy camera angles to hide certain bits from view, either. Nope, it was a full on porno with full penetration and everything.

The best part? The actors were really into it and were enthusiastic about having sex. They did their jobs so well that they made you believe they really were prostitutes and did everything they could to get the men off, as long as they were paid well for the privilege.

Syn hadn't wasted any time as she downed a glass and then mostly stripped off as she went at herself with her fingers. She soon mirrored my own position at the other end of the couch, only she had her legs spread wide and gave me a full view of her as she roughly pleasured herself.

Her occasional glances that were full of encouragement, and her racing thoughts, let me know she wanted to see me have fun, too. Since I couldn't grab myself well, thanks to my casts, I unbuttoned my shirt to expose my chest and abs and pulled my boxers down, then I lightly stroked myself with the fingertips of both hands.

“Ohhh.” Syn moaned and sped up her fingering as I throbbed and her eyes darted to the show and then back to me, only to see me matching the current guy's thrusts into his partner's soaked opening. “Yes! Yes, just... just like...”

I saw the guy's technique falter, so I knew he was gonna finish and I matched him. As soon as he warned her on the screen that he was gonna blow, I let out a low moan and held myself up and pointed it towards the ceiling.

Syn moaned as well and she wasn't looking at the screen. Her eyes were locked on me as I shot a huge load up into the air about a foot high, the next spurt about six inches, and the third was only barely half an inch and it dribbled down my shaft and onto my thigh.

“Oh... oh, god.” Syn whispered between panting breaths, then she whispered as she debated with herself. “I... I shouldn't. I really shouldn't.”

“Syn? Can you clean the mess up?” I asked. “I'd do it; but, I can't move right now or let my casts get wet.”

Apparently, my words were enough to make her decision as she darted across the short distance between us and licked up every single drop of white fluid on my thighs and my abs. She eventually worked her way around to the source and closed her eyes as she indulged herself and gave herself over to her desire as she worked her way up the shaft with her lips and tongue.

When she reached the crown, she swirled her tongue around it, making sure to clean it up well, then she dove down onto it and took me right down to the hilt as she easily deep-throated me. She started moaning, probably because of her breaking the taboo of doing that to a patient under her care, and she enthusiastically fingered herself again.

We both came again and Syn kept moaning as she sucked it all down, then added her own soaked fingers to rub over me and she kept sucking away on both me and her fingers. Her mumbles about being a horrible person as she crawled up on top of me, conflicted with the pure joy she had on her face. She angled me to the right position and sat down on me.

“OHHH!” Syn gasped and her whole body shivered for several seconds. She needed that time to get used to her body's reactions to having me fill her up so well. “Why... why do you feel so good?”

I assumed she was asking rhetorically, because she braced her hands on my shoulders and started riding me agonizingly slow. She was actually edging herself, making it into borderline torture for herself, just so she could savour it for much longer than she thought she had any right to. As in, she wanted to ride me so hard that she broke the couch. It was only her own self-control that was stopping her.

Needless to say, Syn lived up to her nickname over the next hour as she forced herself to not give in to her need to fuck me as hard and as fast as she could. Instead, she dragged it out for as long as possible and kept herself hovering on the brink for much longer than even she thought was possible. Even tweaking and pinching her nipples for her wasn't enough to take her that last bit of distance.

By that point, I had already finished three times and was approaching my fourth, so at the very last moment, she sped up and drove the both of us over the edge and she loudly cried out in a mix of both pain and pleasure that would have been scary to hear if I hadn't been prepared for it.

Syn collapsed on top of me, exhausted from pleasure overload and her energy drained. She had worked hard, her body tense and controlled for a very long time. It was borderline torture for her and she had never has such a wonderful sexual experience in her life, ever. She also swore to never do it again, because it almost wasn't worth it. Almost. She would always remember it and she saved it to her permanent storage.

It was quite the experience, so I saved a copy of it from her perspective, then made a copy of my own. Despite it being the same event, we had two very different experiences. It would be quite the XBD if it was ever released, giving both a male and female perspective, assuming it was sold as a pair and not separately.

I'd have to wait for her to be thinking rationally before I could ask her if she would consider it, as long as I changed our faces to hide our identities. How much would it sell for, anyway? I had no context clues for that side of the industry and I wasn't stupid enough to search for the information myself. That was just asking for trouble.

Syn softly kissed my neck a couple of times before she fell asleep. Her little snores let me know she was going to be out for quite some time and I didn't begrudge her for not climbing off of me first. She was a cuddler and I was still inside of her and was as hard as I was when she first started.

The situation reminded me of when I was in Worm and replaced Greg Veder. His mother Diane loved being held like this and sleeping in the same position, even when sex wasn't involved. It was just comforting for her... and kept her from sliding off if she moved in her sleep. I almost laughed at remembering her doing that once and Diane's surprise when she hit the floor and woke up.

I needed to be careful of my casts, so I only slightly held Syn steady as I myself decided to get some sleep. It was going to be an interesting day at school tomorrow and I needed my beauty sleep.

*

Gloria returned home, her emotions fraying after hearing about a gang member taking her son under his wing to show him the real city. It took her a moment before she realized the apartment was empty and dark, which had never happened before when she returned home. David had always left a mess for her to clean up, or was waiting up for her, or wanted money for a snack or to reload the washer, which she always forgot to do before leaving for work.

She started crying, because she already missed all of that and it hadn't even been a single day. Her life felt so empty with such a huge hole in her heart. What was she going to do with herself from now on? She had nothing to strive for, nothing to do for work, had no income, and her main reason for everything she did in her live for nearly 20 years, had chosen to leave instead of accepting her help.

Gloria wiped at her eyes and sat down on the love seat and stared at the blank vidscreen on the wall. She remembered the message she had left for Veder, telling him she had to go and run some errands. That led her thoughts to taking care of him during the day and remembered choosing to look for her son instead of going to work for him.

She had been surprised when Veder decided to go to school for her to check if David had shown up or would show up there. He hadn't, and Veder had messaged her that both he and Tanaka hadn't been present. What she hadn't realized at the time was it meant that he didn't need her as a day nurse anymore, since he would be at school for her entire shift.

That was when she also realized veder had assigned her shift times to be between David going to the academy and coming home, giving her the perfect time to be there for her son and have plenty of time to also work to take care of him.

Gloria dropped her head into her hands and regretted that she hadn't seen how much Veder was doing for her to make her life easier and also to give her more time to spend with her son. She had thrown that entire thing away for David and he hadn't been grateful, or even thankful for it. In fact, he seemed a bit resentful about her being there when he was eating in the morning and being there to serve him supper when he came home from school.

How could she have missed that? Was her usual behavior so accepted by him that when she finally managed to be attentive to him, he was turned off by it? He didn't actually want or need her hovering around him, did he?

With a sigh, Gloria kicked off her heavy boots and laid down on the loveseat as she hugged herself inside her large EMT jacket. She had slept so many times in the same position that she drifted off to sleep almost immediately.

Any thoughts of going to her actual bed were forgotten, as was sending Veder a message about Victor Vektor's diagnosis that the head bandages could be removed and he would stop in tomorrow night to cut off the casts. She wouldn't remember it until the morning after she ate, showered, and dressed, only to realize she didn't have any work to do.

She stripped off and put her clothes back in the closet, gave the clean apartment a resigned look, and went to her bedroom. She ignored looking into her son's room, because she didn't want to face that yet. It would have to be handled soon, just because she didn't want whatever he might have stashed in there to either go bad or go afire. Food and tech were dangerous things to leave unattended for long.