(A/N: A long ahh chapter. You better gimme all your money (powerstones) or I will rob 'em myself! Enjoy!!!)
--Chapter Five: The First Night Shift 2--
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Mr. Savant had a lot to say, but didn't know where the hell to begin with.
Three dark-themed UI pages, laced with blood-red highlights, floated side by side before him — only visible to his own eyes, embedded deep within his sclera.
And as he speechlessly stared at whatever he's witnessing, thus breaking his expression once again—
["Haaa~ You finally made it inside me. Took you long enough, sir~!"]
All his thoughts were cut off by the sound of how that cute, slutty, sugar-slick voice ringed into his head, the sound low and barely above a whisper — like lovebirds crooning only for him.
It sliced through his thoughts like a blade.
Still stunned, Glenn said nothing. He shoved aside the voice echoing in his skull and focused on the interfaces before him.
'Never asked for this bullshit— But this is kind of helpful...' Mr. Savant always preferred to operate alone, but from his calculative perspective he immediately understood that this semi-sentient, girly system could be quite the tactical asset to his arsenal.
However if Mr. Savant were asked, he'd rather operate alone. He wasn't a fan of team play that much. He preferred writing his own ops reports by hand rather than relying on someone —or something —else.
But even he had to admit that this... system is indeed useful.
'Very funny... From nearly dying on the battlefield... to waking up in some unfamiliar bed... to getting auto-approved for a damn job I don't remember applying to… and now this? A living, talking, thirst-trap of a system bound to me for eternity? This is starting to feel way too fictional'
He really wasn't enjoying this moment one bit.
["Ohhh~ C'mon, Operator~! Don't be so mean~]
His brow twitched beneath the mask.
He really wanted to punch something now.
"You—"
—Knock Knock
[Target Located: Red Fox Animatronic "Fexa" | Location: Security Room Entrance. "Please~ Go conquer her, Operator~"]
Glenn barely resisted the urge to say "Huh?" aloud. Instead, he snapped his eyes to the middle screen, checking the hallway cams.
There she was —on the last feed —standing motionless before the metal security door.
He didn't hesitate.
Mr. Savant got up and strode toward the entrance.
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(Glenn Savant's POV)
I spared a quick glance at the sleepy she-wolf curled up on the couch and let out a low chuckle.
Now that I have few seconds to think about her, is she really this easy to tame? Scary beast? More like puppy. One flip and she turned submissive, like she never tried to scare me in the first place.
—Maybe because she is lonely?
I can only think of that as loneliness can do wonders to anyone.
Just give it time, and you'll see yourself craving a conversation with someone.
Time's a cruel bastard. You live through enough solitude, and eventually, you crave noise — any noise. Doesn't matter if you're a shut-in nerd or a loudmouth socialite bitch.
Give it time, and you'll beg for connection. Just like how my sorry arse is feeling right now.
—With a hard slap of my palm on the red wall button, the metal door hissed open, only to be greeted by two warm, pillowy melons slamming against my face.
Fast.
Whoever she was, she moved faster than most demons back in my world. Yet I'm not caught off guard; I kind of expected something similar.
Despite being animatronic, her skin was warm. Not metallic. Not cold. And I wasn't complaining. Better this than getting hit with a fridge.
I had made a silent promise to indulge my own vices, now that I was out of the war zone. But healing a chaotic, bleeding heart wasn't as easy as flipping a switch. That thing inside me? A mess of soft and cold and rage and restraint.
It really is not easy to immediately get over my chaotic fuckin' heart, a chunk of bloody meat which gives me a hellish mixture of softy and dark feelings.
And right now? That damn mess was working overtime.
I want to bite one of the nipples through the tiny pirate tank top the animatronic is wearing, but at the same time I want to push them off me, and the latter is stronger.
—She stumbled back, tits jiggling, caught off guard.
I stepped outside the security room right after.
Turning to the camera overhead, I muttered:
"I will not fuck the animatronics."
This lie feels like it's going to become a nightly routine, especially with how I'm saying it with such seriousness, even if it is just an act.
Fexa stood there, glaring with sultry frustration.
Looking back at Fexa, who is already eyeing me with quite the glare, I eye her up from head to toe.
She's red, foxy, and thick in all senses of the word. Droplets of what appear to be sweat... stick to her metallic body, giving it a sheen in all the right places as I like to call it.
Clearly noticing how I'm eyeing her with cold interest behind my mask, she made her move.
In a blur, she lunged again.
She simply just jumped off her toes and latched herself onto me with a speed faster than even those demonic things back in my own world.
I can only curse at how convenient this timing is...
Wasn't she in her recharge pod? How come she is so fast and agile?
—Don't tell me she's fully recharged for the night...
I caught her this time— grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her against the wall just beneath the camera's blind spot.
Her yellow eyes gleamed. A sharp inhale followed, and she buried her face in my neck.
"Woman—!"
She bit me.
Hard.
"ACK! The fuck are you doing?!"
I tried to headbutt her, but she had her face pressed too deep into my neck. So I shoved her again—
"Nuh uh~" A breathy whisper in my ear.
As if expecting this move, her legs lock around my waist. She proceeds to lick the blood trickling from the scratch on my skin. This particular action sends a pleasant shiver down my spine despite my will.
She starts grinding. Her barely-covered ass rocked against my crotch in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
"Mmm~ Tastes like strawberry..."
Thankfully she said that. "Strawberry?" I ask aloud, forgetting about what she's doing for a moment, otherwise I'd have a boner by now.
"Oh." She pulls back, looks down at my masked face. "Hm. Yeah." She answers casually, like she is tasting wine.
"I heard we had a new night guard coming today..." She trails a finger across my shirt. "Didn't know he'd be a big, hung, masked guy~" She giggles lyrically, the notes slipping into my ear like velvet smoke as she nuzzles back to tickle my ear.
"Mmm..." And she even moans. "My body molds to you perfectly. You and I are going to get along quite well." To further emphasize her point she presses her 6-pack abs against me, and even through my shirt I can feel how soft, tender and yet hard they are.
I don't know how I'm still holding myself from getting a boner in this situation. The way she just marked me is a turn-on— the tiny little pain I felt from her bite was nothing compared to being shot in the back. Not at all.
—Guess my training wasn't for nothing.
"Say~" She pulls back again, this time to suddenly flash her tits.
At least we are under the camera at a blank point...
"Why... don't you show me a bit of skin too~?"
"You—"
She silences me by pressing a finger to my lips.
"Nuh uh~ You're seeing something no one else gets to. Only fair if I get a peek too, right?"
She shrugs, her legs still locked around me so that's why she doesn't fall. "Besides, we're all part of the Fazclaire family here? What's little skin among co-workers?"
"Also. The last guy we had was a scrawny little bitch we couldn't play with without worrying he'd break, literally, not like we wanted to play with him anyway."
"Uh huh." I nonchalantly nod. "Get off now. Remember rule #1 'No fucking the animatronics'!"
Tsk. Telling me about another guy? At this point she can tell me how she wants to be banged.
Despite my expression being cold and unreadable, only I know how annoyed and irritated I am right now.
She could've just told me she wanted to be bent over.
My face stayed unreadable, but inside? I was royally pissed.
Her eyebrows furrow at my words yet she still latches her arms back around my neck.
Narrowing my eyes further at this red fox, I know that it is time to go manipulative a bit. "Unless you'd like to see me gone already?"
Her eyes widen at my question; good. I took a bet but she indeed seems to feel concerned about me, and my gut feeling is further proved by how she reluctantly pulls herself away from me and lands on her feet.
"...You're a jerk."
Her flirty tone is replaced by a shy one, as her pouty red-skin cheeks flush a darker red.
I nearly broke character. Almost reached to pat her head.
—Embarrassed?
Heh. A little tease won't be much for her.
"Now, you're a cute one." My tone is dark and low as I lean in with a grin.
Her yellow eyes widen further and she turns her head away with a "Humph!"
"You really are a jerk...!" She whines with her arms crossed under her bare breasts, yet there's no real bite to her words. If anything I sense that she's enjoying this as much as I do.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say." I step in close to her and tug my hands at her tank top. As we lock eye-contact, with her gaze both holding confusion and anticipation, I pull up her tank top to cover her boobs with a shit-eating grin on my face.
She stares at me in disbelief, frustration, yet a small smile appears on her face. Apparently she is pleased with how I covered her tits. Heh.
"I'm Glenn Savant, the new night guard here." Snapping her out of whatever a trance she was in, I tilt my head as I wait patiently for her response; I can be a gentleman in action.
"I... I'm Fexa."
She replies, quite meek with how she's looking down at the floor now.
"Haha. Yeah. Figured."
As if realizing how she spoke just now, she eyes me with a grudging side-eye, but there's no real bite in her gaze.
[—Warning! Warning!]
Huh?
[Detecting low battery-life!]
Low battery...?
I glance at the red fox animatronic.
She's still looking at me, which means she isn't seeing this.
Is it only me who can see this? I wonder as I glance back at the UI page to my side.
Is the system hinting to the girl in front me? Is it so useful that it actually can detect low battery life forms?
As I lost myself in my thoughts, I snapped back as I felt a soft touch on my forearm.
"Hey, you okay?" The fox girl asks with a concerned look on her face, her big fluffy tail still.
I feel my heart flutters at this sight... I can't help but subconsciously bring a hand to my where my heart is while I commit her expression to memory.
How long has it been since I finally felt something like... this...?
Hahaha. I admit it's intoxicating.
Far from my thoughts, my expression was still unreadable as I stared at her.
"You seemed like deep in thought?"
"Ah. It's nothing."
She arches a brow but doesn't say much more. "If you say so. Anyway, I'm going back to recharge."
Recharge? I chuckle to myself but watch her as she turns to walk away—
I barely catch the sight of her tail as she moves like a flash and presses up against me.
"Can't wait for you to ruin my pussy~"
When I hear the tempting whisper, her voice seems to come right from my left ear, and as I furrow my brows in confusion at how that is possible because she's right there, she lunges forwards and kisses me deeply.
For a moment, I stand frozen, with my hands each just an inch shy away from her hips.
—But just as she tries to pull away with the same speed she approached me, I wrap my arms around her body and lean forward to reciprocate.
Her eyes widen for a second before fluttering close as she locks her legs once again around me.
"Mmmhh~ Mmmphh~" She lets out breathy moans on my lips each time we share an open-mouth kiss, and her hips start to grind against my crotch.
This time a huge bulge grows in my pants, probing her cunt through the wet spot in her black denim mini-shorts.
—Glad we're still under the blank point of the camera.
However before matters could escalate any further I push her away — causing a long bridge of saliva to connect our lips together as they separate.
"Hooh~~" She lets out a husky breath which blows warm air over my skin.
Darn it. Don't do that you little slut.
I quickly help her down to her feet, but she still leans onto me for support.
Now look at this, her beautiful eyes are staring up at me, begging me to rail her down onto the floor right here and fuckin' now.
"Haa... Haa..."
"...Didn't know animatronics can breathe?"
She grins, although with her eyes half-lidded with a very consuming desire that also has an effect on me. "We... Our bodies can do wonders~"
"..."
The implication of her "wonders" gives several hidden meanings that I manage to grasp all of them even in this state.
She giggles, but this time the sound is cuter and more genuine. She leans in to give my lips another peck.
"Can't control yourself around me hm~?" I can't help but ask with a teasing grin.
And she shares the smile with me. "Cheeky. But I like." She gives me another peck, then reluctantly shoves herself off me and quickly runs away.
I chuckle. Her tail is clearly between her legs— Or she really does have to recharge.
Did she think I wouldn't last in sex? She clearly wanted it, yet she came here with a low battery.
Heh. I might be a virgin, but my strength and stamina aren't something I only show-off.
[Operation "First Hunt" Successful. System bound Fexa and Operator Glenn Savant]
[Supreme Night Guard System
—"Guard the night, dominate the pleasure."]
[F.A.P. Unit Tracker (UNLOCKED)]
* - Fexa: Status - Horny, Happy, Frustrated. Lust Level: 3/5. Bond Level: 30%
["And you also have me here, Operator~ Your titles' boosts are real~!"]
...I completely forgot about this.
["Mmm! Meanie! How could you forget about your dearest system!?"]
—???
You can read my thoughts?!
["Oh hehe~ Oopsie?"]
Fuck you mean? Why are you even here?!
["Why are you so haaarrsh on meee~ Meh. Well! I'm bound with Operator by soul so I'm forever with you~"]
I know that. And I feel like shit.
["Eh? Then what does Operator wish to know? Oh!!! You want me to appear so you could push me against the wall and fuck all my three holes soo hard until I'm full and dripping with your seeds?! A beast! Help!"]
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["Oh... Sorry~ Operator is just too hot I'm wet and dripping oil~"]
Shut the fuck up and answer me already!
["Or whaaat~~? Hehehe~"]
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Heh.
It asked for it.
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(A/N: Sup. Your fav author here! I know I promised you the first night shift will end with just two parts, but the second part is already so long and I'm afraid it'd be a loss if I continue any further. It's already beyond the 3300+ words. This first series should end by the next chapter. Hopefully...)
POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRR STONES! NEED. 'EM! ARRRRRGGGHHH!