CHAPTER 27: ANTICLIMAX

Hailie’s two hours was up, and she left. Nothing much I can do from that point being embued with a pacifistic curse and inside an empty zone with nothing going on.

So I logged off and wrote another email to Eirlys about the freezing other players thingy with sabotaging package data. I kept the Konami Code thing a secret because that was more like a... Debug thingy that only devs can do, and I haven’t used it to cause any major harm, so it’ll be alright.

On the bright side of being offline? Hailie had been encouraging me to be offline more.

I’ve been spending quality time tending to my windowstill pot plants, doing laundry, cleaning my room, reading financial books, cleaning myself, trying out new clothes, reconnecting with old friends, getting a job and back on my feet.

All thanks to Hailie.

Next week I’m marrying David from highschool, we plan to put a mortgage down for that suburban home in the next town, we’ll try to get at least one child of each gender and...

Yeah right, rofl, you thought. Oh god, that joke never gets old.

I just lay on bed for 20 hours straight without fail. Keep those unemployment checks coming, government! I love you so much. And if I need extra cash, just gotta shave my legs and take some pictures.

Life was easy... Too easy, god, would there really be any incentive to do anything?

I could just skip like a few dozen breakfast if I’m ever horny and in need of some money for a lesbian prostitute. Yes, those exist, and yes, they’re way less of a hassle than just calling a normal prostitute line and tell them if they serve women... More experiences, too. Do not, under any circumstances, ask me the details.

Those were some dollars well-spent.

I should call them again, maybe after some pics.

I checked my bank balance one more time to make sure that I have enough for pleasure, of course, I am smart enough to keep a good bit for both rent, medical insurance and misellaneous spendings that might come up (fixing stuff or new cosplay set, for example).

Yeah no, not enough...

Desperate times call for desperate measure.

An album of thigh, butt and leg pics posed with the Darkmoon Adventure VR’s pod!

Hell yeah, you know the internet would eat up the "gamer girl" archetype like hot cheetos, hell, I think they’ll even pay to play with me.

I got a good following, but in this business, around 1000 followers would get you at best 10 subcription per album. I have 6500, so the money I’m making wasn’t that impressive even though I’m practically a senior in this industry.

Well, I can troubleshoot the problem... They expect titties, not thighs, they expect weekly releases, not quarterly. But, I couldn’t help them in this regard, because uh, how do I put this?

I am kinda ashamed of my own body, small tits, visible ribs, my waist blobs are more apparent than my ass. Even when I’ve learn that a small population actually preferred that, I never find the courage to show my flesh, I mean, who would want to show their own naked body except for exceptionally hot people?

I still turn off my light when prostitutes come around...

Well, too much rambling, let us get back on track.

"Where’s the... Where’s all my face mask."

The ritual begun.

Black facemask, the cool Korean-esque kind. Of course, I double-check my photos and crop out any sensitive infos, but you can never be too safe, I don’t want to accidentally show my reflection on a spoon or something.

Legs? Be right back, gotta go shave them real quick.

...

Done.

Bottom? Panties, of course, I only wear panties around the house anyways, nothing to chamge out of or into.

Top? Probably a hoodie... Itchy and too hot, but, somehow someway, I’ve noticed it gives me more views than normal, maybe my good luck charm?

Lights? Sadly on, urgh, too bright.

God I dressed like one of those 2018 e-girls... Can’t wait to hit another growth spurt and wear an unmodified tracksuit all day every day until it stink, then boom, a different pair, cheap and efficient.

I digress.

I saw this one very slutty pose that I think I can do with this album.

I set up my phone so that the camera was pointing towards the pod from the side angle.

"Timer for 15 seconds..." I muttered.

After pressing the big button in the middle of my screen, I hurriedly ran back to my pod and raised both my legs up high in the air, with both hands holding down on my ass to make sure they don’t drop down.

From the side angle, the camera would capture my knees to toes high in the air. And I would put down something something like "Stretching after a long gaming session~ Anyone wanna take me on?" as the caption of the image to parasocial-bait.

snap

After hearing the sound, I whispered, "perfect" and went on to pose multiple different ways more.

From a POV, to a front shot with both legs covering my face, to a really random pose of me stuffing my face in the seat with my bare ass out of the pod... Yeah, let us not question that.

Then, I stood in the middle of my living room and started checking all the photos I just took... I had 1086 photos in my phone in total, mostly just porn, porn, porn, porn, and some more porn. But at least 186 of ’em were actual photos that was not porn! Still NSFW, but eh, why am I explaining myself again?

I got 13 photos total, good enough for an album, just gotta edit it... Let me see right here... Mhm...

Blur the background, highen the contrast, add a dreamy filter, maybe fatten the thighs a bit, hide those bones... Oh god, is it weird if Im horny looking at myself?

As I thought to myself all that, I heard it.

A sound coming from my door.

I dropped my phone back down on the PC table.

The most terrifying sound that a single woman can hear when she’s naked in the middle of her cramp apartment.

The doorknob was making sounds.

Fight, Flight, or Freeze?

I froze, staring at the doorknob.

Perhaps hoping that it was just some random kid running through every doors to remember which was hers, maybe it was just the apartment’s owner checking if I was still alive, maybe it was one of the neighbors complaining about the horrid smell of fish.

But, I was wrong.

The door swung open, and I just stood there and stared.

I’m dying first in a horror movie, aren’t I?

A figure walked in.

A man.

Tall, fit, suits, an earpiece with a long wire connected to a radio, sunglasses.

Fucking... Like, The Matrix antagonists. A government agent.

"Wait wait wait no please please please!" I screamed, running backwards to the corner of my room, "I swear, I will stop posting government conspiracy theory! I swear I won’t ask Sillary Trinton about the facemask thing! I promise I won’t question where the 2 trillion dollar went just one day before the crash! Don’t take me out, I’m just a lonely loser who’s rambling online!"

As I plead for my life, I saw a woman walking in.

"What are you talking about?" She said.

White hair, professional and rich lady suits... It was Eirlys, and that was probably her bodyguard or something.

"Jesus fucking harold mary joseph mohammed christ." I sighed, slumping down onto my floor, "You could’ve knock!"

"I read your email, Cory." Eirlys spoke up as she lean on my table, signaling the man to leave the room, "And I was particularly intrigued by the part where you rant about Hailie being a pain in your ass because she only gets two hour of playtime and you have to get online early every day to catch her, and it still wasn’t enough."

"Yeah, I did write that, because it’s true!" I groaned, "You gave her my ingame username, then she added me, then we went on a quest together, but guess what, numbnut? Two hours isn’t enough for anything! The path from Beginning City to the Wroeg’s Hollow is 2 hours already!"

Eirlys paused for a second, her bright eyes pierced into me.

"...Why didn’t you just turn her down? I only told you not to tell Hailie that you killed her."

...

Ah fuck, good point.

I kind of may have could have probably possibly coerced her to be my teammate because I want her to be my cleric and for sexual reasons...

Great, now I’m losing this argument, but it’s alright, cus I got a cheat code, a get-out-of-jail-free card in real life.

"Because I care about her, I don’t wnat her to wander off and be bullied by some random person, but I didn’t think it would be this hard."

That was a fucking lie lmao. But I saw Eirlys’ facial expression change, so it paid off. I took the opportunity while she was stunned to coughed and change the conversation, "Why are you here anyways? Only to tell me that?"

"Mhm..." Eirlys crossed her arms, "Do you want to live with us?"

...

"What?"