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Oh, no rest at all.

Glad you're back safe.

For David's sake, I mean.

Having a mom in here!

Fuck you!

Rebecca!

Who the fuck are you?

What the fuck?

Swear that almost flat like me?

What the hell do you think you're doing?

You seem much smaller on the way down.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

You overestimate your dick, Ken?

What the fuck?

Are you sheep, corpo, fake brain, cell-ass?

Are you looking stupid?

You're looking stupid, dog for brains?

I'm gonna go, I'm gonna go, I'm gonna run off the brain!

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

Oh, what the fuck?

What the fuck?

I took vibrating pleasure nodules embedded along the surface.

It self-lubricates with a potent mixture of

black lace, dwarf, and various combat stems.

All of that, along with the haptic feedback, as well as an integrated fluid

reservoir of five liters that comes standard with each model, is enough to

make any bitch lose her mind after the first nut.

So I have the Rupertoc chip in this one with expanded capacity.

We need plenty of raw data on how organic input

can hold up a stress test of metal versus flesh.

So try not to break too quickly, children.

Once that cocktail can succeed to a cut, the only thing

that won't stop screaming to be overwritten with cock.

So we've got to make sure that we coat every

bit of your insides so you experience each drop.

I'm sure that black trash like you has a bit of a tolerance already.

Back in the lab, the volunteers we got from nomad

clans all ended up short-circuiting in each trial.

One hundred percent of them ended up with cyber-psychosis.

Are you still with me, girl?

Or just getting started?

Or is that bitchy attitude you had a moment ago?

It's too big!

You're pushing my instincts around you, fucking asshole!

It's hard to scream, but you need to loosen up your home more slowly.

Only half of the senses are getting any feedback at this rate.

At least slow down, you poor duck!

That's slightly better, girl.

You get wetter when your neck is squeezed like this.

But it figures that such a common tactic would work on a pathetic snag like you.

Fuck you, you skull-pshitter!

I could give you suicidal squirming all over my input like a flat blacker in heat.

I haven't had a hold of this type since I cracked open silver hands, old lady.

Back in 23.

Is it to me you were not able to go to Yale still have a brain in there?

Or did they scope that out to me?

From up here's a look.

This is a preen view, bitch.

If I school this right now, every dickhead and brain potato in

Night City will give their left nut to get a copy of this XBD.

Rise up here, June.

You're about to make me a fistful that is on top of this research data.

XBD?

Wait, don't be a bitch!

I don't want David to see this!

David?

You mean that kid using those anti-graph training wheels?

Don't worry, I'll make sure that he never sees it.

We need more testing on this unit's reproductive capabilities.

But the way you're performing right now, though, it

doesn't look like you're going to make the cut, June.

However,

you're handling some pretty heavy artillery for your size, girl.

I'm surprised you can string two words together.

Looks like you are a kind of fuckable meat after all, are you?

Nothing personal, June.

Let's see if that neckliner bitch wants to join them.

Rebecca?

Oh fuck, I lost your Biomon Sting.

Are you alright?

Where are you?

I'm with Falco, but I can't find David.

Stay put, I'll come get you as soon as I have him.

No, wait, I'm fine.

Just get David and get him out of here.

Are you sure?

That was Smasher.

He added Smasher.

Did you lose him?

Yeah, I trashed the over-sized tin can and lost the badges in the noise.

Just get June out of here and link later.

Okay, right.

Stay safe, Falco.

Impressive for a rainbow.

Despite your delirious stature, you're still enough to keep your composure this long.

I can't feel anything other than this stupid

fucking cop stretching out all the insides.

It feels like he's fucking me right in my fucking inner face.

I can't feel anything other than this stupid cop stretching out all the insides.

It feels like he's fucking me right in my fucking inner face.

It feels like he's fucking me right in my fucking inner face.

It feels like he's fucking me right in my fucking inner face.

Now, since it's just the two of us, I'll have

to let all my pent-up stress out with you.

Not only the warehouses, not all the factories.

I hope you're a little locked up, you stupid bitch.

You're freaking me crazy!

The David could never fuck me like this.

You know, you have potential.

You'd make a perfect addition to my Joy Toy Collection.

Well, you'll need some modifications to meet my standards.

You heard the sounds.

You would make another wreck off the streets of Night City.

Not so talkative now, are you?

Don't worry, but I have another use for that mouth of yours.

As long as David and the others made it out safe, I could get used to this.

Now a few more steps, and you'll be on the last path for yourself.