Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 279 41. Pity
"Be careful, V. There is a hidden surveillance camera in the room. I need some time to create a false picture. You and the sex doll in front of you need to talk for a while. Don't rush to take action first."

As soon as V entered the VIP room, he heard T-BUG's voice from the communication. She reminded V not to rush to knock out the sex doll, but to chat with it.

V kept this in mind and looked at the sex doll sitting on the bed in the room. Oliver's voice was heard on the communication: "There is a hidden camera in the room. I knew that Genting's propaganda of 'you can vent your desires in a private space' was just a lie. Now it turns out to be true."

"There is no such thing as real private space in Night City."

While Carl was responding to Oliver's calm words, V had already made eye contact with the sex doll on the bed.

Without waiting for V to make any move, the woman named Evelyn stood up from the bed and walked a few steps to V's side.

She had short blue hair in a pear-shaped style, and her finely drawn eyebrows looked V up and down. She held a glass of wine from the table in the private room between her fingers, and her wrist was gently shaking, and the wine swayed in the glass. When V responded to her gaze, the corners of her beautiful face raised a curve.

Before V opened his mouth, Evelyn had already drunk the half glass of wine in her hand in one gulp. She then slightly distanced herself from V, who seemed a little too close to her, and smiled at him. Her snow-white neck, set against her collarbone, and her lips, which were as smooth as jade, were so clear in the dim light of the room because of the wine.

As the lips inhaled and exhaled, a delicate floral scent accompanied by fruity aroma was picked up by V's olfactory system.

"It looks like this is a new guest."

Hearing the gentle words slowly uttered by those breathing lips, V's heart sank. He almost immediately roared into the communication: "T-BUG, how long will it take?!"

"what happened?"

“I found that I couldn’t stand it.”

"Virtue, you have to stand up even if you can't."

T-BUG felt that the boys in the team were really embarrassing. They just met and they couldn't hold back. "If you're a man, hold it in. I need some time to talk to her and then find a chance to knock her down."

"Believe in yourself, mano." "It's up to you, V."

Facing the expectations of Jack and Carl in the communication, V forced himself to keep a calm expression on his face, took a step, almost ignoring Evelyn, and sat down on a fabric sofa chair in front of the bed.

"She was not moved at all. This is something that few men are immune to."

Faced with V's disregard, or even indifference, a hint of surprise flashed across Evelyn's eyes, but then it quickly disappeared, turning into a look as soft as water, as if expressing a sense of attachment. As she turned around, she looked at V again.

Her steps were light and silent, and before she knew it, she was leaning against V's side. Her figure was like a blue flower slowly blooming in the dim light, with a pair of white arms reaching out from where the petals were scattered, resting on the armrest of the sofa chair.

As if expressing love, Evelyn, who was kneeling beside the sofa, greeted V, who was looking down without lowering her head. Her face was full of incomprehension and pity. As a professional who didn't even need a sex doll chip to control her, Evelyn obviously lived up to her title of top. In the short contact, she had already made an analysis of V.

If he was completely unmoved by your initial performance, it means that this customer may not like women with a strong sense of strength. So why not change his feeling and become a woman with a sense of attachment? Some customers in the past liked this.

The guests Evelyn greeted were usually employees of large companies, and it could be said that all of them were perverts. Some of them were eager to be conquered by her and kneel at her feet, while others hoped that she could insult them at will, and then they would get up and insult her loudly while inflicting some kind of lust on her. Therefore, she was used to always showing her strong side to people. This kind of pity-filled approach that she used when she first debuted was rarely used, but when she picked it up again, Evelyn still performed very well.

This is a delicate feeling that can only be experienced in a few places in the entire Night City. It is like a newly born flower bud, waiting to be blown by the wind and rain.

'So, what will you do next? Will you hold my face in your hands, touch my chin with your fingers, and look at me carefully with a sense of conquest, or will you pick me up with your strong hands and hold me in your arms with pity?'

While Evelyn was thinking, V's hands were a little stiff.

To be honest, he didn't know what to do now and should continue to delay time.

Evelyn performed very well. Her transformation from a strong woman to a weak girl only took a moment to look back. It was such a short switch that even V felt like he was still in the previous moment. The impact came again in the next moment. V had never experienced this kind of continuous stimulation before.

He had had many romances in the Wanderer Tribe, but most of the girls in the Wanderer Tribe had been shaped by the wind, sand and scorching sun into a fiery and generous personality. He had never come into contact with any women who were charming when they were strong and affectionate when they were attached.

"Fuck, is this what 5,000 euros is like? Why didn't Oliver get a match? The women in this city are too good. I can't handle them."

V's body was almost guided by Evelyn's gaze as he stretched out his hands. Just as he was about to touch Evelyn's cheek and neck, T-BUG's voice rang out.

"It's done, you can do it V."

Listening to his companion's words on the communication, it was like an electric current running through his spine. V's eyes instantly became clear, and his eyes, which were filled with tension, immediately calmed down. He looked at Evelyn, who had closed her eyes, as if waiting for caress like a Persian cat. His hands, which had already been stretched out, now continued to stretch out according to his consciousness.

In the darkness, Evelyn was waiting for a gentle caress, but she didn't get the caress she expected. When she realized something was wrong and wanted to open her eyes, both sides of her neck were already wrapped by hands.

Her carotid artery was compressed, and while she was almost resisting, Evelyn felt her consciousness fading away and her body falling.

And among the last sounds she could receive into her mind, she heard a voice that sounded as if a burden had been lifted off her shoulders.

"Knocked out."

(End of this chapter)