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[camexro]

Virtual Reality

Tw:dubcon, smut.

You put on the VR glasses and the brand new set of headphones. Mutsube, your best friend, had gifted you the virtual reality set for your birthday.

She told you everything about it, how it worked and what you were supposed to do when you were inside the game - because yes, it was supposed to ‘teleport’ you into a new world. A horror game came included with the package, but she had assured you it was a good one. You had never been a fan of scary movies or video games, but you had decided to give it a shot and see if you liked it. After all, it had been an expensive gift.

Everything around you quickly faded and you were soon surrounded by darkness. A soft tune began playing in the background, and before you the words THE BOY soon appeared, illuminating the space slightly.

You approached the letters, and as soon as you did two options appeared. The first one was to begin the game, while the other one was to exit it. A question materialised in a golden box:

Are you ready to take care of the boy?

Turning to your right, you saw a long, dimly lit corridor. At its end, there was a figure. It was a man, you could tell by his silhouette. Oh, gamers would absolutely love this. Even if it was just a game, it seemed so real, and knowing that he was staring at you was unsettling. It managed to put you on edge since the beginning.

You pressed the button to start the game. The title of the game disappeared and with it the light. You couldn’t see anything, and you didn’t really know what you were supposed to do next.

Suddenly, a chill ran down your spine - you felt the warmth of a quiet breath on your nape, and you quickly turned around, but found nothing. You shuddered and moved your arms blindly in the darkness, trying to find the man, but it was useless.

You were sure it had been him. That was the only possibility. A wail came from behind you, and when you turned around, you found yourself facing a child’s picture.

You gasped, uncomprehending, and it took you a moment to notice that you weren’t at the start of the game anymore. You had moved, involuntarily, to what seemed to be a living room. A television buzzed in the distance, the little amount of light enough to make you discern the other objects around you. There was a sofa, and a dining table with three chairs, one of which was missing a leg.

You went back to staring at the photograph. It was a young blonde boy with frizzy hair and green eyes. He was smiling at the camera and was missing a tooth. This was probably the man from before. What was supposed to be the objective of the game? To find him?

You began looking around searching for more clues, but found none. You even tried pressing the buttons on the old TV, hoping to get signal, but it was useless.

You sighed. Was this supposed to be a horror game? If anything, you were growing bored.

In an instant, as if knowing your thoughts, the TV finally switched off - depriving the room of light and sound. You were now blind and vulnerable, the slight buzz from before still present in you ears, but growing fainter by the minute. You realised with a tremor that you were not alone, because you could hear the shallow breaths of another, as well as his light footsteps.

You were slightly scared, but remembered that it was just a game, and before this, it hadn’t even been that great.

“I don’t understand. Isn’t this supposed to be a horror game?” Your voice trembled slightly, and you mentally kicked yourself for it.

Silence. You had been so stupid, thinking he would answer you. He was only a character, after all. Then, surprisingly, he let out a youthful laugh.

“Well, aren’t you tough?” You could tell he was smiling.

His arms snaked around your waist from behind, his hands settling on your stomach. The touch was so intimate it made you blush.

“Isn’t this scary enough, hm?”

You did not know what to answer or how the situation had turned out like this. Shock and confusion silenced you.

He buried his face between your neck and shoulder and started nibbling on the tender flesh. Your breath hitched, and that reaction was enough for him. He began sucking on your neck then, like a lover would. You wriggled in his arms, trying to break free but being unable to.

He stopped then, and licked and kissed at what he had done. It was as if he was asking you to forgive him. One of his hands trailed downwards, until it was unbuckling your belt and entering the confines of your trousers. He then began slowly circling your clit, letting out a breath of a laughter when he noticed you were already wet.

“Oh, so you really aren’t scared at all.” You felt shame deep in your gut, and alongside it, the slow build of pleasure.

“Ah- ah- wait-”

“Why?” His voice was low and it made your gut twist and melt. “After all, you’re already like this for me.”

He entered you with his fingers, and the squelch of your pussy was almost sinful. He moaned against your nape as he continued to finger you. You grew even more aroused upon hearing it, and the build of pleasure increased until it threatened to tip you over the edge.

“Yes, just like that. Good girl.” You noticed you were chasing the feeling of him, bucking your hips, and he let out another shaky, breathy laugh. You noticed he had begun to rut against the back of your thigh, already hard and pulsing. He was so warm, everything was so warm around you, it was becoming unbearable. You broke into a thin layer of sweat.

His fingers curled just right, and suddenly you were cumming around him, gushing and screaming until you came down from your high.

“Oh, I wasn’t expecting that so soon,” his voice was light, amused, “I wanted you to come on my cock first.”

As if woken up from a dream, reality came crashing back. You understood what you had done, and in a hurried frenzy, you willed your real body to move. In a second you were back in your room, having yanked away from your head the glasses and headset. You were hot and tingly from arousal, cheeks dusted pink.

Oh. Oh.

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"How was I supposed to know?" you say. Chrollo stares at you with unseeing eyes. Even though he says nothing, you already know what he is thinking.

You are becoming desperate. You move your arms around and let out a short laugh.

"Was my mistake that bad?" your throat is burning and swallowing is becoming difficult. Tears come to your eyes fast, but you breathe in deeply, hoping not to cry. "I thought it was for the best, Chrollo!"

He does not care, you know. You would want him to, but he does not. You are not a spider but a helper, and the mission and his companion's life had been compromised by you. You had been a burden.

You finally stop talking, because there really isn't anything else to say. You have the urge to repeat the same thing, over and over searching for mercy, but deep down you know it will not come.

And it does not. When you wake up, you feel weak. It is a strange feeling, like losing a limb. You rise from the cold, dusty floor and when you will your hatsu to life it does not respond. It does not tickle your skin like it used to.

It simply does not come.

This punishment is worse than death.