My breath caught sharp in my chest.
The woman who let me get beaten up on the bus by a robber, the same woman that led me into her apartment and fucked me silly, the woman that I caught having sex with Eirlys Sonder in the dead of night.
Last time I saw her in game, she was using a male avatar, acting like some anarchistic heartless username squatter. And now... this? This woman who looked exactly like her real-world face, standing here in front of me.
Of course, she could be just, like- dead and created a new account with female avatar. But she had top-grade melee gear around my level, so that was most likely not the case.
"That’s impossible," I spat, my words tangling into one another. "She- I still don’t get it, who the fuck are you?! You had a male avatar! People can’t just... Use a different sex! Not in this game! I tried breaking through it before, nothing works! Are you a hacker? Did Eirlys have something to do with this?!"
Before I knew it, my hands were already on her shoulders, shaking back and forth. And she didn’t clench her muscles to hold her ground, just letting me ragdoll her body dramatically and comedically.
She opened her mouth, and I expected some great relevation.
"Cory!" Ann got in between us and pulled me away, "Relax, baby. Tanya’s just helping here, kickstarting my little business before it start moving on its own. You two will need serve a very special guest together, someone who’ll pay very, very well, together."
I didn’t even care how ridiculous the proposition was at first, my eyes were on Tanya as Ann gestured us both to sit down across from each other. She was looking at me with those tired bewitching blue eyes, and a smile, smirk almost, like she didn’t care who I am at all.
I clenched my fists under the table, trying to still my shaking. I didn’t have any reason to be hostile towards her, not exactly...
When the last time we in the same room in real life, I indeed just lay down and accept her doing anything to me, but when it come the game? Professionalism’s the priority.
My eyes kept darting to Tanya’s face, her smile, her gear, the impossibility of it pressed on me like a weight, I couldn’t trust it. I couldn’t trust her... I couldn’t trust a woman who knew how to breastfeed and finger me so well to make me lose my mind, and now appearing in a brothel.
Suddenly, she spoke again, and I noticed before the words came out, because I was staring down at her lips.
"Do you want to tell Cory here who the guest is?" Tanya asked Ann casually, as if this was a tea party.
That was when I finally snapped back to reality about what Ann said.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait." My words tumbled out in a panic. "There is no amount of money in this universe that could convince me to have a threesome with some dude while she..."
I paused for a second, and the two of them were waiting on me.
"Seriously, I’m not going to let a guy fuck me while she watches!" I jabbed at Tanya again, "Not when she’s is in the same room at the very least! That’s just... No! That’s cosmic bullshit!"
I must’ve gotten my priorities mixed up there, but I weren’t always the sharpest tool in the shed.
Ann chuckled awkwardly this time, her tone trying to soothe my uneaseness, suggesting she was bored with all the laughing and teasing me.
"Technically, Cory, you don’t have to do anything..." She said.
To which I tilted my head:
Before I could ask for elaboration, a woman, whom I recognized as the front desk clerk, stepped inside through the kitchen door.
"The client has arrived."
"Send them in," Ann said casually.
"No, do not send them in!" I shot to my feet again. "We’re not done talking about this, Ann! You are not going to make me do this, I will make you regret it you can fucking count on that. I swear, I will cut off the dick of any fucker that walks through that do..."
But then the door opened, which startled me for some reason, even though I was confident no one could kill or harm me in game.
So, I turned to look.
And it wasn’t a man. It was a woman, which I should be happy about, but I’m not.
Why? Because unfortunately, I recognized her.
Sa- motherfucking -rah.
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Affliation: Lion’s Parade (Guild) New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on N0velFire.ɴet
Alternative Affliation: Cousin of Jack Kendrick, the guild leader (he told me so)
Her frame was slender, with soft-featured, skin was on the pale side when compared to the locals, long brown hair tied back in a simple braid, spectacles glinting faintly from the candlelight.
Her eyes widened the instant they landed on me, wariness laced with fear.
"It’s you..." she whispered.
She recognized me too.
Because after all... I did kinda technically killed 14 of her friends right in front of her eyes and reset the Lion’s Parade from being the fastest growing guild in the first week of the game to some edgy guild called Bloodbather (New Destiny haven’t made their move back then).
Also, I did kinda maybe allegedly blackmailed her into kissing me if she wanted to live when I had a dagger to her throat.
And... She was the client?
Wait wait wait no no no, she could still be just another worker!
So, I looked to Ann, and the Giantess clapped her hands with a wicked grin.
"Cory, meet Tanya. Tanya, meet Sarah. Sarah, meet Cory." She spoke, "Sarah? Cory and Tanya’s will be serving you today."
Oh my fucking god she’s the client... Oh god it’s Karma, Buddhism was right all along. I’m reaping what I sowed.
"But Ann..." I slapped a palm against my face, groaning as it dragged down my cheek.. "But why, why did you use my real name? I can’t believe I’m here right now."