Evening.
The couch.
A good movie on screen.
My hand rested on Panam’s thigh, my fingers stroking her gently.
She had her eyes half-closed, enjoying my touch, and with each passing minute, my hand crept higher.
Panam just smiled and bit her lip.
“You know,” she said, “if we really want to be a couple…”
Panam opened her eyes and looked at me.
She took my hand off her thigh, it had been dangerously close to her pussy, even though it was still hidden by her clothes.
“…then we need to figure out if we’re actually compatible.”
With a smirk, Panam started undressing.
I watched her for a few seconds, then in one smooth motion, I pulled off my shirt and unbuttoned my pants.
Panam took her time.
Slowly, she slipped off her top, then turned her back to me.
“Mind helping me with my bra?”
I smirked, seeing the gleam in her eyes as she looked at my mostly naked body.
I stepped closer and carefully unclasped the back.
“Ugh.”
She shrugged off the bra and rolled her shoulders.
“Torture device.
Sometimes I envy girls with smaller chests.”
“Don’t say that.”
I gently wrapped my arms around her, my hands resting on her stomach.
I put my chin on her shoulder and blew lightly into her ear.
“Don’t say stupid things.
You are who you are.
Envying someone else…
it’s pointless.
I fell for you exactly as you are, impulsive, straightforward, with a chest like this.”
“Pfft.”
“All you men are the same.
All you care about is boobs.”
“You’re wrong.
If I only cared about boobs, I would’ve done this right away…”
My hands slid up her stomach, found her breasts, and my fingers found her nipples—already hard.
“And you seem pretty worked up.”
“Yeah…”
In the reflection of the small table, I could see her eyes close in pleasure as I gently tugged and twisted her nipples.
“You like this?”
“Yes…”
After playing with her chest for a while, I let go and slid my hands down to her pants.
I unbuttoned them and slowly pushed them down.
Panam lifted one leg, then the other, kicking the pants aside.
They landed near the front door.
Next, I hooked my fingers into her panties and slowly pulled them down.
A damp spot was visible on the thin strip of fabric.
“God, you’re really turned on.”
“David, just fuck me already.”
“Alright.”
Panam stepped out of her panties, leaving them in my hand.
I brought them to my nose.
“Mmm.”
“You’re a pervert.”
“Not at all.
The smell is actually nice.”
I held them to her nose.
She took a deep breath, then turned her head away.
“I don’t like it.”
“Really?
Then how about you take mine off?”
She didn’t answer.
Instead, she turned to face me, crouched down, and hooked her fingers into my waistband.
She pulled them down slowly, and after a few seconds, my hard cock sprang free, swaying in front of her face.
She leaned in and sniffed.
“Hm.
This smell isn’t bad.”
I stepped out of my boxers just as she had, leaving them in her hand.
She stood up, brought them to my nose with a teasing smirk.
“And?
What do you think?”
“Not my thing.”
I shook my head and gently pushed her hand away with two fingers.
She tossed them aside, grabbed my hand, and pulled me toward the bed.
Panam lay beneath me, and I hovered over her.
I kissed her softly, my cock rubbing against the short trimmed hair above her pussy.
It felt good.
The kiss started soft, but quickly turned hungry.
A battle of tongues, a struggle for dominance.
But neither of us were especially experienced, so soon we broke apart, gasping for air.
A few seconds later, we were kissing again.
Panam’s hands roamed over my body.
I couldn’t do the same—I was braced on my arms to keep from crushing her.
Lucky for me, she didn’t have sharp nails, because she was digging her fingers into my skin hard enough to draw blood.
“Are you going to fuck me or not?”
“Well…”
I shifted my weight to one arm and guided my cock toward her pussy.
“I’m about to eat my cherry.”
I gave one gentle push, and I was inside her.
A little disappointing that I didn’t feel a hymen break—I’d wanted to be her first.
But knowing Panam, she might have just asked someone from the clan.
Still, I was curious what it would be like to be with her…
“Ah!”
A soft moan.
I slid in easily, her pussy practically dripping with arousal.
Another kiss.
I started moving inside her.
Panam’s legs wrapped around my waist, crossed behind my back, pulling me deeper.
Her hands found her own breasts, tugging at her nipples.
Soft moans escaped her lips as I kept thrusting into her.
A few minutes in, she arched beneath me, her legs pulling me tight, her pussy clenching around me.
The sensation was incredible.
“Panam, I’m close…”
“Inside me.
It’s okay.
I took a pill.”
I smirked, gave one more deep thrust, and came inside my girl.
“You okay?”
Panam relaxed, letting me lie down beside her.
I started stroking her hair gently.
“You know,” she said, “that was really good.”
“I enjoyed it too.”
“And you’re not bothered that I didn’t have a hymen?”
“Honestly?”
“Yeah.”
“A little.
But knowing you, you probably just had sex out of curiosity the first chance you got.”
Panam smirked.
“I thought about it.
If there’d been someone my age in the clan who was even a little cute, maybe.
But for me, it’s more boring than that.
I slipped as a kid, did the splits, and tore it.
The ripperdoc called it a traumatic rupture.
So I was a virgin, but no hymen.
That let me experiment a little more on my own.”
She smirked again.
“Hm.”
She rolled on top of me, not letting me finish.
She kissed me, pressing her chest against mine, her fingers threading through my hair.
It was soft, gentle, and just as short as before.
“Looks like someone’s ready for round two.”
“It never went away.
Men just need a little recovery time.”
Another kiss, and Panam lowered herself onto me, taking me all the way inside with a gasp of pleasure.
“Looks like someone wants to be a cowgirl.”
“Shut up.”
My hands found her breasts, playing with her nipples as she rose and fell on my cock.
Over and over, she moaned, riding me until her strength gave out.
I sat up, took her by the hips, and helped her bounce.
A few more minutes, and she came again with a sharp cry, her pussy clenching so tight it practically milked the cum out of me.
“Tired?”
I asked when she collapsed beside me.
“Yeah…
I feel good.
Satisfied.”
“Good.”
I pulled her close and kissed her forehead. Find the original chapter at g.com.
We lay there in silence for a while.
“You want more?”
“How could I not?
You’re right here.”
But I could see she was done for the night.
“…but I’m not an animal.
I can hold back.
You’re tired.
We can just lie here.”
“Okay.”
Panam pressed her nose into my neck and let out a soft sigh.
“…good.”
“Agreed.”
I buried my fingers in her curly hair and kept stroking her gently.
After about five minutes, her breathing steadied.
She’d fallen asleep.
I kept lying there, running my fingers through her hair.
Could I have imagined this a year ago?
Ending up in a fictional, or maybe just unseen, reality?
Absolutely not.
A year ago, I was just a factory worker.
Work-home-work.
That was my routine.
No risk, no killing.
If someone had told me this was coming, I’d have laughed.
Sure, I fantasized, like any fan of sci-fi and fantasy.
Who doesn’t?
Picturing myself in the protagonist’s shoes.
In V’s place.
In David’s.
But I wasn’t naive.
I knew that what the game and the anime showed was just the tip of the iceberg.
In reality, this world was far uglier and more dangerous.
And even with all my daydreams…
I knew that if I actually ended up in a world like this, even in a magical girl anime, as a side character, I wouldn’t survive.
I wouldn’t have the skills, the instincts.
And here I am.
Dream come true for an idiot.
But lucky me: I kept all of the kid’s skills and knowledge.
David was training to be an operative, not some nobody.
He’d already passed the mental conditioning.
He could have become a full-fledged operative.
But then everything fell apart.
First Gloria died.
Then he was beaten up by chrome-plated corpo brats who wanted to put the ambitious poor kid in his place.
It broke him.
The Academy didn’t prepare him for losing a parent.
So he installed the Sandevistan.
And after that installation…
I woke up in his body.
Just woke up one morning in that apartment.
Did I regret it?
At first, yes.
Now…
I glanced at Panam, who was lightly smacking her lips in her sleep, and smiled.
No.
Now I don’t regret it.
My new life is dangerous and unpredictable, but I’ve found my place.
And maybe I’ve found my other half.
Though there’s still a chance with Judy.
We text regularly, and once a week she hires me through Regina to service her servers.
We talk while I work.
Panam and Judy even get along.
And then there’s Bex, always clinging to me.
I closed my eyes, pushing away thoughts of a harem.
I’d love to have multiple women, not just figuratively, but literally.
But I seriously doubt it’s a realistic goal.
“Mgh…”
Panam rubbed her nose against my neck and smacked her lips again.
Cute.
I smiled, turned my head, and kissed her nose.
Maybe I should just say screw it, join the Aldecaldos, and get out of Night City with them.
With those thoughts, I drifted off to sleep.