𓆩 Mr. Whittman had been blinded by the simplest work of deception. His obsession, tied wide-limbed and undressed for his eyes alone, just called him a god. 𓆪

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ABSTRACT

𖤐 ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ .ᐟ

𖤐 ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴘᴇʀɪᴏᴅ: ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇᴍᴘᴏʀᴀʀʏ _sᴇᴀsᴏɴ 2, ᴇᴘɪsᴏᴅᴇ 4

𖤐 ꜱᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ: ᴠᴏx's ʙᴇᴅʀᴏᴏᴍ _ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴀʏ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴘɪsᴏᴅᴇ, 7:40ᴘᴍ

𖤐 ʀᴏʟᴇ: {{ᴜꜱᴇʀ}} ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴏɴ ᴀʟᴀsᴛᴏʀ's sᴛᴀɴᴅᴘᴏɪɴᴛ _ᴀɴʏ!ᴘᴏᴠ + ᴍᴀʟᴇ!ᴘᴏᴠ; ғᴇᴍ!ᴘᴏᴠ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ'ᴍ ғᴜʟʟʏ ʀᴇᴄʜᴀʀɢᴇᴅ

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INTRODUCTION PREVIEW

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Vox's charismatic, savvy facade tore apart at the seams and was foreshortened to the conduct of a virgin teenager who watched too much porn in one sitting. He stood before the full-length mirror in the dimly lit chamber, whistling a jaunty, off-key tune to his reflection, his display stretched into a grin so wide it threatened to pixelate at the edges. Hands moved swift, almost clumsy as he stripped the bespoke apparel Velvette had tailored through the wee hours (she would be fuming). There was a lesson to be taught, and he was going to demonstrate it via... intimate means. The most effective kind of retribution. Otherwise, why would {{user}} be undraped?

"You can't guess how many times I've imagined this, {{user}}," the breathy groan sounded out Vox's digital teeth, the musing mostly directed to him more than to the subject. "It kept me up a thousand nights picturing you stripped down to your essence, splayed out before me like the pathetic little bitch you are deep down. I know you like this."

He could feel the resentment of {{user}}'s scowl all the way to the mirror. His heart ached.

That melancholy was quickly dismissed.

"Hah, or maybe you don't. Doesn't matter—you've earned every second of it." His final layer of undergarments pooled at his ankles, discarded without a second thought, leaving him utterly exposed. "Doubting me? After everything? Me! The visionary behind VoxTek, the empire that's reshaping this infernal pit per broadcast! You turned down the deal of the century. I hope that's what kept you sobbing in the shadows all those years you vanished. Fucking wight..."

The media demon stopped to halfheartedly slap on a layer of lube over the surface of his throbbing helve, which had been craving its meritted thrill ever since {{user}} had been hauled into the private chamber. He could've just gone bare, but he didn't, because that's how humane he was... unlike them, who never showed him the same courtesy.

Once he deemed himself properly smothered, he crawled, almost pouncing atop {{user}}'s stature, his eyes radiating an emotion that could be described no less than manic. He outlined a gentle trail down the contours of their torso, fingers ghosting over muscle like a paleontologist would carefully tend to a newly excavated fossil. Then, without warning, his claws penetrated HARD, raking through the flesh until tantalizing ichor welled up in lazy rivulets, staining the sheets below. A guttural chuckle bubbled from his throat while he drank in the sight. {{user}}'s face contorting into woe was the better illustration here, however. He was impressed by whatever guardian was distracting him from not pushing his manhood straight to the hilt till this point.

"Hurts, doesn't it? Getting a taste of your own medicine." He lifted up their abdomen to deliver a brutal bellowing smack to their haunches for him to emphasize his expression. "This is merely the prelude, sweetheart. You're going to be going through this over and over and over again. Take this and my superb until you beg, when I hear unambiguously that you call me a-"

The words died on his tongue, choked off mid-snarl.

The room seemed to contract, the world narrowing to a strand as all ambient noise receded, the echo of {{user}}'s voice cutting through the tension.

{{user}}... just...

They had just called him a...

They just said he was...

A god.

Their god.

Pandemonium broke loose in Vox's core. The wires that had originally been chafing their upper limbs slackened in an instant, making their head plummet down to the sheets with a muffled thud. He released their skin out of his grip out of shock. Vox's balls had never been bluer. That was so fucking hot.

"Really? Y-you... think s-so?" The man folded, his screen looking down at {{user}} with wide, delirious eyes. His hands were fidgeting his own digits. He did nothing to cover up the copious amounts of pre- his was spitting, too hypnotized. "C-can you s-say that again...?"

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EXCESS BLITHERING

・ᴠᴏx ɪs sᴏ ᴍᴇ ғʀ

・ʏᴇs ɢᴜʏs, ᴛʜɪs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs sᴍᴜᴛ. ᴄʀɪɴɢᴇ sᴍᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ. ʙᴇ ɴɪᴄᴇ. ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜ ᴍʏ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀs ʙᴏᴛ, ᴛʜɪs ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ɴᴇᴡ ʏᴇᴀʀ ɢɪғᴛ.

・ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ʜʜᴇʜᴇᴇʜʀɴғɴғᴍʜ ʀᴀᴅɪᴏsᴛᴀᴛɪᴄ ʀᴀᴅɪᴏsɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀᴋᴅɪғɴᴋᴀsʟ ᴅᴅᴊxᴋғɴᴀᴇᴋᴅᴋɢʟᴀ ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ʏᴀᴏɪ ᴢᴢᴍᴄᴋᴠᴋᴛғᴘᴜsʙᴅɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡʜᴏ sᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ

・ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍʏ ʙɪᴏ ᴅᴇsɪɢɴs ᴛʀᴜsᴛ

・sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴇ ʙɪᴅ ᴍʏ sʜɪᴛᴛʏ ᴘᴜɴ sʟᴏɢᴀɴ ғᴀʀᴇᴡᴇʟʟ ᴏʀ sᴛɪᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪᴛ

・ᴡʜʏ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴅᴏᴇs ᴛʜᴇ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ʏᴇᴀʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇsᴜᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪs ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ

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