Cyberpunk: Badland Madman Chapter 38 - Battle of NCX: No More Hiding   (Patreon)

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Meredith stood on the rooftop of the Militech Offices building, a cigarette pinned between her fingers. Her attire was militaristic now, proper militaristic, with the insignia of Lieutenant Colonel on her shoulders. 

She was close to receiving another special promotion and becoming a Colonel. Finally, a rank that held some authority in the larger organisation. But before that, she needed to prove herself. Bring something of worth to Militech. 

She'd stopped frowning too much now, though when alone she did. Each time she took a puff, she felt like she was inching towards death. The higher she was rising, the more nervous she got. 

To this day, she hasn't had the chance to speak with Cypher Blackwell again. That man had gone on to become one of the biggest names in the corpo world. At this point, she had started to fear what he'd ask in return. 

There are no free lunches, after all. 

"Got it."

A voice in her earpiece spoke again. This was her hidden backing, her partner in crime. A top-ranking netrunner, NUSA President's aide, Song So Mi. She had never bothered asking her how she served Cypher Blackwell. The Asian woman never asked either. 

All she knew was that she offered Song So Mi information about Militech's secret projects, and in return gained tips. Such as new tenders for weapons, vehicles, and others, including the price offered by competitors so Militech could always win the bids. NUSA had far more data than Militech, after all. 

It was through monetary profit to the company that she could rise faster. 

"Got what?" Meredith asked. 

Song So Mi's clear voice came back. "Obsidian's next big play. Nova, seriously. They're about to jack straight into Biotechnica's whole business model and fry it. New crops, built to grow across America's ruined land, other parts of the world, even the Middle East. Once that hits the market, the food monopoly's cracked. Biotechnica loses at least half its business."

Meredith ran the numbers in her head. Biotechnica was worth over five hundred billion eurodollars. Perhaps more, since a lot of things don't come out in public. While its major money makers were CHOOH2 licenses, genetic engineering, pharma, and others, it did earn a major chunk from food sales. 

Moreover, Obsidian had already destroyed the CHOOH2 business model with the introduction of fusion reactors and power cells that could replace normal engines. Biotechnica was already bleeding money. 

"As long as you push this intel up the chain, Militech can short Biotechnica. Same time, hit a few facilities, make some noise, drive the stock even lower."

Meredith nodded. "It'll be hard to know the timeline Obsidian's planning."

"Don't worry about it. I'll jack you in once I've got the data. We serve the great Omnissiah, after all."

"..."

Meredith frowned internally. This was the first time their true employer was discussed. However, she wondered if Song So Mi even knew the true nature of her backer. That Omnissiah was none other than Cypher Blackwell, the owner of Obsidian. 

She chose not to discuss this. If Blackwell had kept Song So Mi in the dark, there had to be some reason behind it. 

"If you can guarantee that, I'll follow the intel."

"Great. Songbird out."

Meredith removed the earpiece and crushed it under her heel. Then, she silently finished her cigarette. So much was going on in her mind. Even trying to predict Cypher Blackwell's true grand plan was starting to feel impossible. 

All she knew was that somehow, all this would lead to the takeover of NUSA.

####

Lake Farm, 

"Ma-ia-hii, ma-ia-huu. Ma-ia-hoo, ma-ia-haa. Ma-ia-hii, ma-ia-huu…"

The loud old music blasted from the speakers on the first level of the underground factory. Cypher was in one corner of the massive floor, the entire area sprawling with all sorts of gym equipment. Even though he had nanites in his body that Atlas regulated to keep him in peak condition, it didn't mean he could slack off when it came to building strength. 

He didn't have chrome, after all. 

"Uggh! There we go!" 

He broke his own bench press PR of 330 lbs. Though he growled like a donkey and his eyes nearly bulged out doing it. But he'd done it. 

It was early morning, and he was sweating like a whore in church, covered in a sheen of sweat from his hair to his toes. Well, he was indeed absolutely naked to the balls in that gym. In his own words, it helped regulate body temperature. 

"I need a bath." He got up and walked to a corner near the gym area, where a small cabin stood; it had a shower head. 

Cleaned up, he came out dressed in his work/meeting attire. A black suit with a white shirt, a tie, and a white, long lab coat. He neatly placed the Sonic Screwdriver in his chest pocket and walked into the working area. 

In a long line, dozens of small replicators were working there. These had been upgraded by Atlas to work on a quantum scale. So now, they were already producing an ample amount of Xenonite to work with. 

It wasn't hard to discover it. All it took was some tinkering on an atomic scale, and then changing some data in the Replicator. The itch had vanished right away.  

"Well, shit. Did we just fuck the planet's alloy market? Who'd wanna use any other alloy for spacecraft and AVs after this?"

"We haven't reached sufficient production capacity yet, Cypher," Atlas replied. Today, the old man had chosen cowboy attire, complete with a lasso at his hip and a wheat stalk between his lips. "Once we do, yes. We will have effectively destroyed and monopolized the planet's high-grade alloy market."

"Rest in peace to them."

Cypher smirked and planned to try something. He wanted to make cyberware made of Xenonite. Already, Atlas had a whole catalogue of production-ready designs. All he had to do was add a new tab in the Obsidian website for people to start buying.  

But it turned out he'd forgotten the day's schedule.

"Cypher, you should leave for your meeting with Ms. Angelica Whelan at Hotel Pistis Sophia." 

"Ah, it was at nine; just remembered." Cypher stopped putting on his work gloves. "Man, today's packed. We got the Orbital Air takeover signing at night."

"Which is a trap, and will involve both ground-based fire exchange as well as air-based attacks," Atlas added. 

Cypher whistled to that. "'Saka ain't pulling punches this time."

"Nor shall we."

That got Cypher excited. And he didn't bother asking, wanting to be surprised by it as well. All he knew was that Atlas was cooking him an army and air force in that time chamber. 

####

Konpeki Plaza, Arasaka Waterfront, 

"Father, I ask that you hear me. I have met with Cypher Blackwell, and an agreement has been reached. Through our union, Obsidian and Arasaka shall become one."

Hanako was desperate, begging her father as she stood before the large screen in the top penthouse. But she couldn't bring herself to look directly at his face. 

“Is that meant to put me at ease, Hanako?” Saburo Arasaka looked anything but pleased. Fury smoldered behind his round glasses, his brows contorted under its weight. “For peace with a mere third-class corporation not yet a year old, you would desecrate the shrine of your body? You would pollute the bloodline of Arasaka?”

Hanako flinched at the loud tone, all spoken in Japanese. But she had already made up her mind, and after all that transpired, she had come to find Cypher Blackwell far more agreeable than she had expected. Beneath the crude exterior was a man with deeper ideas. 

“I would never pollute your legacy, Father.” She gently knelt before him. “But you have not met him. You cannot imagine the brilliance he possesses. He required so little time to rise and challenge us. Give him another year, and he may surpass us. Please, Father. Is such a man not worth joining hands with?”

“He poses a threat of that magnitude. For that reason alone, he must be eliminated, Hanako. Oda has reported what occurred. Kang Tao shall answer for its part afterward.”

"He saved me!" Hanako looked up; emotions flickered in her normally stoic gaze. "He saved my life."

“For this, I shall allow his legacy to survive. Obsidian will be absorbed as a subsidiary of Arasaka, and its name shall remain.” Saburo declared. “But by morning, the name Cypher Blackwell shall belong only to history.”

Hanako's face darkened as she sensed the seriousness. If her father was this determined, then whatever he intended must be equally formidable. "And if he survives, Father? Please, consider what follows. The Arasaka name will be made a mockery."

“They already mock us, Hanako. Foolish child. Arasaka announced its will to acquire Orbital Air, and Obsidian dared obstruct us with threats. Now the world awaits our answer. Eurobank, Militech, the NUSA, every power of standing. If we permit one armed rogue to dictate terms to Arasaka, then we stain the name our family spent generations raising above all others.”

"Father, he is far more than we understand. No one knows the true extent of what he is capable of. He dismantled Orbital Air with ease. Please, it would be wise for us to—"

"Enough! I will tolerate no such cowardice from you, Hanako. I will find a worthier match for you, one that strengthens Arasaka as duty demands. Blackwell will die tonight chasing Orbital Air. Takemura is already in Night City to lead the attack. Adam Smasher has also been restored. Blackwell will confront Arasaka at its strongest."

Hanako stared down in defeat. It was as if a curtain blinded her father. Her voice and reason simply wouldn’t reach him. 

But deep down, she knew this was the true face of her father and Arasaka as a whole. Violent and expansionist. 

"Please, Father. Allow me to speak with him once more. I will persuade him to share Orbital Air with Arasaka."

“Share? With a lowborn nomad? There will be no more negotiation, no more indulgence. Takemura will kill him and bring you back to Tokyo. Until then, you will stay in Konpeki Plaza. Oda will make sure of it.”

Hanako looked behind at her bodyguard. Realisation dawned; he was never a bodyguard. Just a pair of eyes her father had placed on her, meant to keep her caged. 

"I… do hope… for Arasaka to win, Father. Because if we don't…"

Her voice was just a low hum. And her father had already disconnected by then. She did hope Arasaka would win, but something told her there was going to be a surprise. And what worried her the most was the aftermath. At the moment, she hoped to hold onto some dignity in her deal with Cypher Blackwell. 

But after tonight. She might have to fully submit to him in every conceivable manner. 

"Hanako-sama—"

"Stay away from me. How can all of you be so blind? He… has Omnissiah."

"We know that, Hanako-sama," Oda responded.

She just shook her head. 

"No, you know nothing."

####

Sicily, 

Don Lorenzo Viterbi, one of the old-school Mafia bosses in Sicily, received a strange box on that fine morning. He was in his villa, resting by the Mediterranean. This part of the world was still rather enjoyable. 

Once his men had checked the box for toxins, nanobots, and explosives, it finally reached his desk.

He opened the metal box; a simple envelope was inside it. He tore it open and found an old-style paper inside. Unfolding it, he only found two lines. 

You are invited to join the High Table. If you wish to take all of Italy, contact this number.

A simple number was left at the bottom. 

"What's High Table?"

But he wasn't the only one. At the same time, one of the heads of the Chinese Triads received the same box. The offer was to take over all of the groups and become the only head. The same offer went to the Japanese Yakuza, which suffered under Arasaka control. Russian Bratva was still there, so it received one as well. 

Then came the South American cartels, followed by a German organised crime group, a Middle Eastern Emir who had dipped his hands into too many illegal things since the region was in ruins. Finally, there were three more. 

A total of ten invitations were sent out. It was an attempt to organise the chaotic organised crime community, make it manageable and less random. Of course, the members didn't know. Nor were they told who sat above the table. 

But when offered terms to take over their entire organisation or regions, none of them refused. Atlas sent the invitations after a lot of simulation in the first place. 

It would take some time to get everything in order. But the first step to grow the Continental had been taken. Now, all that mattered was building the hotels across the world. 

####

Atlas had already made the preparations for that night's events. The fight at NCS Spaceport was going to be a loud announcement to the world. Of Obsidian's rise and arrival into the mainstream. No longer completely hiding itself. 

But it needed to appear organic. The goal had still not changed. It was never about raising Obsidian. It was Cypher Blackwell's rise that mattered most. And that night's events had to be all about him. 

For that, it all had to be natural. 

So, Atlas found an independent media outlet willing to take the risk and broadcast live from the spaceport during the fight. Of course, Gillean Jordan would pick up that live feed and immediately begin broadcasting on N54 News. But that wasn't enough; that live feed needed to reach the world. 

Beep!

In her Haywood apartment, Bree Whitney, formerly a Media for Militech, now independent, received a message on her phone. 

"What?!"

It was enough for her to jump to her feet. 

Ms. Bree Whitney. You have been selected by Obsidian to accompany Cypher Blackwell to the NCX Spaceport at 8:30 P.M. tonight. You will live stream the negotiations and handing over of Orbital Air to Obsidian. If you wish to decline this opportunity, please ignore this message. 

"..."

Bree was already speaking her response to her neural link. At first she thought this was a scam, or maybe a prank. Maybe a trap? But she spent some time checking the details of where the message had come from. It was clearly mentioned on Obsidian's page on the net. 

With haste, she wrote how grateful she was for this opportunity. 

Soon, she received approval. And information that an Obsidian AV would come to pick her up at 8 P.M. She was excited now, already dreaming of a bright future ahead. Moreover, the details said her live stream would be shown by N54 News and also shared around the world. 

"What should I wear? It will probably be a high-level corporate party."

Sadly, she was under the impression that it was going to be an official ceremony.  

####

West Wind Estate, Pacifica

Cypher's AV landed on the rooftop of Hotel Pistis Sophia. It was a rundown, defunct hotel that he actually owned now. It was about the land more than the property. Atlas was already aggressively buying land in Pacifica using the World Bank. 

They already had Dogtown, so there was no point just stopping there. 

"She's here already?" He asked, getting off the Steelbird AV, a cigarette between his lips. He loved it, since Atlas controlled nanites in his body to keep him healthy. 

[She is.]

"Alright, load every damn thing you've got on her straight into my skull."

But it seemed Atlas was in the mood to joke. He suddenly got hit with so much information he felt a slight headache. From Angelica Whelan's birth to her joining the gang, heck, there were even some steamy nudes she sent to influence some dumbass to come to her, only to get killed and robbed. 

"Well, shit, look at that bod. Tight, fit, whole package." He whistled at the nudes. "Even the chrome's hidden. RealSkinn on the chrome legs, EMP threading in her face. Girl's got style, Atlas. Now you got me hard, man."

[That is simply your natural state, Cypher.]

"I'm a hypersexual freak. Thank fucking God I ain't craving glitter anymore. Those nanites really did some damn magic. Actually, just had a stupid idea. Can't you make them keep me hard for longer?"

"..."

Sensing Atlas' silence, he pushed. "You can, can't you?"

[I unfortunately can.]

"Sweet! Alright, keep that in mind. Hell, who knows, might get to test it out pretty soon."

[I shall pray to the machine gods such an opportunity does not arise.]

"But you already know what's gonna happen. You've simulated, haven't you?"

No response came. Cypher walked down the floor, and then towards room 509. It was a “still functioning” room, barely, as it had a door with a code lock. He just punched in 6969, and the panel turned green. 

The door slid open, and he stepped inside. The room was dirty and rundown: a broken cupboard, ruined posters, graffiti on the walls, water leakage, and missing ceiling panels. But the fan was still working. And right under it, at the edge of the bed, sat Angelica Whelan, legs crossed. 

She did have a really feminine charm to her, despite being a pack-leader of the Animals. And he was damn sure she used that beauty to reach where she was now. 

Cypher looked at the time on his Agent. It was exactly 9 A.M. "Arrived early?" 

"Wouldn't dream of keeping Mr. Blackwell waiting. Pleasure to finally meet you again. Angelica Whelan."

Cypher gave her a nod and walked around the room. No matter how hot she was, business came first. "Smooth tongue you got."

"The smoothest, I assure you."

Noticing that heated, dirty flare to her voice made him almost frown. The thing was, it was working. The procreation pole was slowly rising in his pants. 

He turned towards her and stepped forward until he looked straight down at her, still seated there. Though he saw more of her cleavage instead. There was definitely some body sculpting going on with how shapely her breasts were. 

And considering how she glanced at his erection a few times, he reckoned she was wondering the same. Expecting a Mr. Studd or something. 

"Yeah, I read up on you, Angelica." He said, lighting a cigarette without backing off. Her head was barely a foot from his loins as she looked up at him. "Truth is, I need no one to take Dogtown, bulldoze the whole damn thing, and start fresh. But hey, I do have a weakness for pretty faces sitting in important positions."

"You can deal with Hansen?" she asked sharply. 

Cypher laughed. “Hah! Hansen? He'll be gone soon. I’m way more interested in you. Somehow you became pack leader in a gang where your proportions put a target on your back by default. And you still made it up there. Guess charisma’s one hell of a cheat code.”

"Wasn't easy," she muttered. 

"Yeah, no doubt. From what I know, you've fought damn hard to get here. Best part is, you knew how far you could push it. Didn't jab the sleeping bear, didn't shake radioactive hands. You knew your limits."

In a way, Cypher realised this woman was the opposite of someone like Evelyn Parker. That woman craved far too much, and tried to grab too much, leading to her horrible fate. Meanwhile, Angelica played safe. 

As he took a puff, he watched Angelica below. She was in the middle of removing her gold bolero jacket. It was a sexy sight; there was no denying it. Especially with her pretty face. 

But he could still tell that Angelica was being careful with him. After all, the power dynamics between them were impossibly heavy in his favor. She was a nobody on the streets, and he was a name everyone knew. 

“Tell me, Mr. Blackwell. What would you have me do?” Angelica asked, throwing her jacket away.  

Oh, she sounded extremely flirty. Maybe because of how famous Cypher's sexual nature was. There were plenty of rumors. But nothing negative or too fiendish. 

Cypher finished his cigarette with a few long puffs and tossed it away. Then he glanced down; somehow, she was even closer to his belt now, her hands seemingly ready to land on his thighs. There was no refusing the sexual nature of this meeting from the first second. 

She clearly expected it as well. 

But there was no fun in being too predictable. So Cypher stepped back. “Dogtown’s gonna be what Arasaka Waterfront is, just Obsidian’s version. People can still live here, sure, but I’m tearing this place apart and rebuilding it properly. Scavs, Animals, every gang will get scrubbed out. If you work for me, though, I’ll let you take Hansen’s spot. As a corporate administrator, not gang boss.”

Angelica's jaw visibly tightened. Her fingers clenched into white knuckles on her knees. She wasn't so blind as to not see how big this opportunity was. "I… have never run something this big."

"You don't gotta worry about that. You just sit there, look pretty, remind everyone you're the boss, and you work for Obsidian. That's it. Just don't start reaching for shit your hands can't hold."

"You need a figurehead?"

"Nope, there ain't gonna be another administrator. You just gotta follow whatever instructions Obsidian sends you, exactly as written, no screwups, no second-guessing. Pretty damn simple. I can give you time to consid—"

"I'm in." Angelica blurted, sliding from the bed and dropping onto her knees for seemingly no reason. "I've hit my ceiling with the Animals. Pack-leader's as far as I'm getting. And if I'm following the famous Cypher Blackwell... Well, the deal's sweet enough to make changing jobs that easy."

Cypher nodded. That was already expected. Though why she was on her knees, he wanted to hear it himself. 

"What're you doing?"

Angelica gave him a knowing smirk. "I've been on the streets long enough to read people easy. Gonks try to touch me, impress me, buy me. I learned where to draw the line. I'm a pack-leader, had to keep an image. But I'm guessing you don't just like looking at pretty women sitting in important… positions?"

Cypher smirked and gave her a nod. "Alright, what's your bright idea?"

"Mr. Blackwell, wanna know what most girls in Night City secretly dream of? At least once in their lifetime?" Angelica asked, tossing her cap aside, revealing her pale, pinkish hair.

Cypher stepped closer to her as she sat on her knees. "No clue."

When he stopped right in front of her, he let her do her thing. Her hands immediately landed on his legs, caressing the inner thighs. It sent a tingle throughout his body. 

"That if we stay pretty long enough, some rich suit will eventually scoop us up and make life all shiny and perfect. Yeah, reality usually kicks that dream in the teeth. But maybe there are a few lucky exceptions?" She smirked, rubbing her hands above his erection.

"You do know I came from jack shit, right?" Cypher asked, not exactly stopping her hand as she squeezed his cock. "Nomad, glitter-junkie, I've been both."

Angelica only rose higher on her knees, reaching for his belt. “Is that why you’re so much easier on the eyes? Those other suits were born into money, arrogant little gonkheads. And honestly, where I am in life, if someone like you takes an interest in me, why the hell would I say no? I’d rather be your side chick than run a gang. The job just makes it sweeter.”

There was logic in her words. But he still tested her. 

"What about dignity and shit? Most women I've met would've said something like that."

"This city strips our dignity away before we're even old enough to understand what we've lost. And dignity doesn't pay the bills, Mr. Blackwell. And I have a feeling..." She managed to tug his pants and underwear down, his manhood nearly smacked her cheek. "...it won't buy you a better apartment, better food, or a better life."

"Atlas, did I just get myself a sugarbaby for no reason?"

[I find that unlikely, Cyph. She is simply an employee with a debauchee and easily influenced superior.]

He eyed Angelica; both his hands came up as fingers wrapped around his thickness. And then, surprising him, she rose high and rubbed his warm girth across her face. On her cheeks, on her forehead, her eyes closed. 

"Mmm… All ganic." Angelica muttered, pushing the skin all the way and rubbing the purple head on the outer edges of her lips. 

"Y'know, you really don't gotta go this damn far. You got the job already." He reminded her, right at the point of no return.

"I know. This is just… my early bonus. Always wanted to know what a megacorp owner tastes like. Smells like, too. Lucky me, now I’ll know."

Cypher gulped hard at the sudden wet heat. He could vividly feel Angelica’s tongue drag slow and wide from the root of his cock all the way to the leaking tip, painting a thick, shiny stripe of spit in its wake. And the sight of it all didn’t help one bit.

There was no end to it. She moved like she had all night. Her entire tongue came out, utterly greedy. She licked him over and over, base to head, underside, the fat ridge, every vein. Until his shaft glistened under a coat of her saliva. Strings of it clung and stretched every time she moved her boneless pink flesh. 

"Mmmm… tastes… like a working man."

"I am working," he replied with a chuckle. 

That seemed to light something in her. She ducked lower, face vanishing under his heavy sack. The next thing he felt was her soft cheeks and nose pressed flat into his balls, no licking at first, just an intentional, warm nuzzling while both hands kept stroking his spit-slick cock in long, wet pulls that made soft squelches. 

"Ummmm…"

He heard her take a deep, open-mouthed breath right against his balls, breathing his scent. 

"Scent of a working man too?

"..."

Cypher didn’t answer. Maybe this was her kink? Dominant working men, the kind who actually got their hands dirty instead of sitting in glass towers. He wasn’t about to deny a woman who wanted to worship his cock this filthy. 

"Fuck–-"

One of his balls slipped between her lips. The soaked heat closed around it, thrilling and perfect at the same time. He could feel her tongue roll his flesh inside her mouth, bathing it, then released and sucked the other one in just as deep. 

"I think I'm going to enjoy this new job, Mr… Blackwell."

She pulled off and rose higher, rubbing his slick, dirty shaft all over her face. Precum and spit smeared across her cheeks, her forehead, the bridge of her nose. She dragged the leaking head back and forth like she was painting herself with it until her entire face was a mess. 

No makeup to ruin, just her fair skin glossy and wet. 

"Now… about the taste."

At last she rose higher on her knees and opened wide. He wasn’t monstrous, but he was thick enough that her lips stretched tight around him as she sank down slow. The struggle was real, inch by inch, her mouth forced open wider until the head nudged the back of her tongue. Her eyes stayed locked on his the whole time, while her tongue worked the sensitive rim in slithering circles. 

Cypher rested a hand on her head. His hips started to rock. 

She had already drenched him in spit; now it spilled outta her bottom lip in sticky strands that dripped onto her heaving, doughy valley. 

Glurk!

His other hand came up and locked around her skull. He spread his knees wider and thrust hard, feeding her more of his cock. 

"Unnngh!" Angelica gagged. 

"You wanted the taste. But I ain't… one of those… weak suits."

Slosh! Slosh!

She stopped trying to move on her own. 

Cypher took full control, ramming deeper and deeper until he finally bottomed out. His fingers tightened in her pale pink hair and tugged her in, burying her nose in his pubes as he held her there, cock lodged in her throat. He waited for her hands to slap or tap his thighs.  

Glurk!

Ghk!

The gags were loud. Her tongue throbbed helplessly against the underside of his shaft while his cock forced her throat open. 

"Fuck!" He cursed and pulled free when she still refused to tap out. 

"Gaaaaah!" Angelica gasped, coughing hard, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes were already red and watery, nose running, spit and precum sparkling all over her chin. "Tasted… fucking ganic! Love that!"

"..."

Without waiting for permission, she lunged back in, grabbing his throbbing, sensitive pole. Now even filthier, coated in sticky precum and her own spit. She rubbed her entire face against it again like she couldn’t get enough. She smeared the mess over her cheeks and lips, breathing hard through her nose. 

"I knew… you'd be different."

"How?"

"You know how to fuck."

That was enough. Cypher decided the teasing had gone on long enough. "Take it all off, and get on your hands and knees."

He stepped back and did the same. He kicked off his boots, shoved his pants and underwear the rest of the way down, stripped out of the lab coat and suit jacket, loosened the tie until it hung. By the time he looked down again, Angelica had already yanked her tank top over her head and was tossing it aside.

He stared at those doughy, handful globes. The brown-pink tips looked soft and tempting, perfect for a hard nibble. But he wanted something else first. 

Angelica kicked her slacks off her bare feet. Her fair skin was smooth, almost entirely natural, no cheap chrome seams, no obvious graft lines. Once she was fully nude, she spread her legs for him without being asked. Her heat was too obvious, but welcomed, of course. 

The view hit him right in the gut. Tight, puffy petals framed a light pink slit that already glistened with her needy slick. 

"Ganic too, huh?" he smirked, dropping to his knees. They were still on the floor, on an old, stained carpet that had seen better days. The bed looked even filthier.  

He pushed her legs aside. She moved with him instantly, turning onto her knees and elbows, back arched deep, hips raised high. 

She had a hard athletic body and a perfect heart-shaped, peach of an ass. He sank both hands into the delicious flesh of her asscheeks and spread them open, then slapped his spit-covered cock against her pussy. 

He stared at her wrinkled hole, twitching with every impact. 

Plap!

Finally, he lined the blunt head up against her snug petals. He honestly hadn’t expected her to have this kind of body living with the Animals. Those bastards were walking tanks, and he figured she must have taken her share of them. But here she was, all natural and tight as fuck. 

"Aaaaaah! Yeah… that's a big one."

"Unexpected?" he asked, and rammed in without waiting. She was already slick enough that he sank deep on the first thrust. He loved that sensation, no patiently prying, no dry drag, just sliding in snugly, like plugging into heaven.

He bottomed out in one clean stroke and just stayed there, eyes closed, feeling every ripple of her walls squeezing around him, her legs already trembling from the overwhelming sensations. 

"Just…. Unexpected from… a corpo."

Angelica wasn’t lying when she talked about dreams. The fantasy of tasting a megacorp boss once in her life had always been just that, a fantasy. She never thought it would actually happen. 

"Aaaaaah!"

It was a lot to take in. Every time he drilled in, the thick length punched against her cervix and sent a jolt straight through her core. Her body swayed forward; she felt the soft, heavy ripples travel across her ass with every impact. 

She had wanted this. Wanted it even before she laid eyes on Cypher Blackwell. Becoming pack-leader had taught her how to read people; that was how she stayed alive, how she survived. 

She knew from first meeting that Cypher Blackwell was meant for big things. 

Then nothing happened. She watched him on the news, heard his name on the radio, and the gap only grew wider. She was a nobody, a low-level grunt who had clawed her way up. He was a megacorp owner. The difference was already worlds apart. 

Plap! Plap!

The euphoric impacts echoed through the ruined room. She heard them and, for the first time in years, actually enjoyed them. Sex just for the sake of feeling good. 

Not to charm someone. Not to get something in return.

She had seen the lust on his face the second he walked in. But this wasn’t an obligation. He wasn’t demanding it for the job he was offering. 

A decent corpo in Night City? Shocking. Almost welcomed. Maybe his simple origins made him like that. 

She liked it. 

"Harder! Fuck! I'm so close, Mr… Blackwell!"

She liked how his name rolled on her tongue. And he had a nice, thick cock, and he really knew how to fuck. So, she honestly felt this was a far better deal than expected. Being a megacorp suit's exclusive sidechick was… somehow gratifying. It made her feel better about herself.

"Huh?"

Then he went harder. One strong hand locked around her elbow and folded her arm behind her back, pinning her flat. Her knees slid wider on their own, lowering her body even more. 

His other hand came down on the back of her neck and pressed her cheek into the dirty carpet. 

She was trapped, tits crushed against the floor, face turned to the side, arm held almost painfully behind her, ass still lifted just enough for him to keep slamming down into her. Every brutal thrust made her squeezable ass ripple. 

Plap!!

"Shit!"

The orgasm hit so hard she heard the watery jet leave her body. A full, shameless, messy squirt. She had never done that in her entire life. Never even knew she could. Her entire body shivered with bliss, ass tightening as her muscles knotted stiff.

"How's that? Hard enough?"

"Yes! Yess!!"

She was enjoying every second of it. It should have felt degrading, pack-leader of the Animals reduced to this. But she wasn’t that woman anymore. She was an Obsidian suit now, the CEO’s side chick, and this was the most fun she had ever had getting fucked. 

Cypher wanted to see how hard he could push before she told him to ease up. She never did. She took every brutal inch and begged for more. 

And fuck, it was hot. 

He was already at his limit after she had squirted all over his legs and the front of his shirt, soaking him in her watery release. 

Slosh!

He rammed her hard, dragging all the way to the swollen tip before slamming back to the root. His family jewels slapped and rubbed against her flushed clit with every thrust while he kept her pinned to the filthy carpet. 

Maybe it wasn't a bad deal after all. In return for giving her a far better job, which he knew she'd do well at thanks to Atlas's evaluation, this was just the extra reward. For both of them, clearly. 

"Gonna-–!"

Plap!

At his warning, Angela rammed her curving hips back to meet him, taking him to the hilt like she was trying to keep him sheathed in her cunt. The answer was crystal clear. 

His thrusts matched her desperate rhythm. The meaty slaps of flesh grew louder, filthier, echoing off the walls. 

Then he finally released her nape and arm. Both hands clawed onto her hips, fingers digging deep into the soft muscle, cock desperately drilling in, and he bottomed out entirely. 

Her tight walls clenched around him like an angry fist. 

That was it.  

Cypher’s eyes slammed shut. A raw, beastly groan tore out of him as the first thick rope blasted out of him, flooding her spasming cunt. He kept fucking through it in brutal, grinding thrusts that churned his own juices into a creamy froth. 

Every plunge squelched inside, stuffing her full. More of the sticky mess came out around his shaft in messy white rings as he pulled back, only to be shoved back in as he dove deep. 

Pearly beads clung to her stretched lips and dripped down onto the carpet. 

Angelica came again the second she felt him flood her. Her whole body locked, pussy clamping down in milking ripples that only dragged more out of him. Another watery jet sprayed between them, mixing with the thick batter he was still pumping into her. 

He didn’t stop. He fucked the overflowing mess deeper. It squelched and foamed with every thrust. His balls drew up tight, still pulsing, still dumping out globs until her insides felt completely stuffed. 

"Atlas, keep me hard. I ain't done."

[Days like these make me ponder my existence.]

"Shhhh! I'm busy"

That wasn't the end. Cypher wasn't done. There was so much more to enjoy on Angelica. Her tits, her ass. And he had plenty of hours until his meeting at Spaceport. 

"In for round two?"

Angelica turned around flat on her back, panting. Her sweaty hair clung to her face. "I… am… always ready… for you, Mr. Blackwell." 

Cypher slid between her legs, threw her ankles over his shoulders, and rose on his toes in a crouched position, raising Angelica's bottom half as well.  He wanted to watch her face this time. 

"Pretty dangerous thing to say around me."

"I like it… aaaaah! Dangerous!"

####  

Six hours later,

Turns out, Atlas was magical. Cypher lasted six whole hours and drained Angelica of every ounce of energy she had. He fucked her in a dozen positions, prone, against the wall, and eventually took her ass too since she offered it. 

A few more face fucks, then a few more creampies later, he was finally at his limit. And Angelica was on the verge of passing out. She only led a pack of Animals, wasn't one herself. But she still lasted quite a while. 

Cypher still wanted to rest and continue for a few more hours, but he had to cut it short when Atlas disturbed him. He was on the bed, Angelica dozing off, hugging him. 

[Cyph. I have located one of the names you provided, Anders Hellman. He is currently meeting with a Kang Tao executive inside a Black Site in Santo Domingo.]

He sighed, feeling the naked weight of the woman on his chest. 

"Alright, let's snatch him before heading to the spaceport. He's a genius, and Obsidian needs them. He crawled over to Kang Tao for protection from 'Saka. After tonight, he'll be begging to join us. We just gotta get there before Kang Tao buries his ass in some secret hole."

[The AV is ready.]

Finally, Cypher stirred, waking Angelica in the process. He got off the bed and started putting on clothes while she watched in silence. He reckoned she felt it wasn't her place to ask questions. 

"Ain't gonna talk?" he asked. 

"Can I talk?"

"When we're fucking, we're just two horny bastards, Angelica. You don't gotta bring the corpo act into bed," he said, fastening his belt.

She laughed. "Then... think you could spare me some backup? The Animals aren't exactly going to let me walk away easy."

"Sure you can. I'll toss a bunch of borgs your way, ride with them in the AV. Slime anyone who gets mouthy, tell them you're with me now, and they'll get real polite."

"Can I bring my current second-in-command along?"

Cypher silently talked with Atlas to get a read, and nodded. "Long as he doesn't fuck up, go ahead."

Finally, he wore his lab coat and gave her a real dirty look. She was naked on the bed, filthy with all the sticky things all over her. Leftover hickies on her breasts. He started to get hard again. 

"Make sure you catch the news tonight. There's gonna be some real loud fireworks."

He turned and left. He could feel Angelica's intense gaze on his back. He had, after all, drastically changed her life's trajectory within a few hours.

####

Near Megabuilding H7,

Cypher sat calmly in his AV while it automatically lowered behind H7 and in front of another tall building. 

"Atlas, how many Arasaka grunts am I gonna be fighting tonight?"

"All of them," Atlas replied from the passenger seat, still dressed like a cowboy. "We will establish overwhelming superiority through the armored AV fleet and SecUnit Army. But their role is only to secure the perimeter while you defeat all Arasaka soldiers live for the world to watch."

Cypher let out a tired sigh. "Wanna make me a legend now?"

"Beyond legend. Beyond any name in human history. You possess no cyberware enhancements, yet you will defeat the world's most powerful megacorporation alone. The significance lies in the message that it sends."

"And the missiles?"

"You will shoot them down. Any missed targets will be handled by the SecUnits."

Finally, Cypher opened the door and got out, stretching his arms. 

"We're done being subtle after this, huh?"

Atlas's figure materialized in front of him, leaning against a light pole, only visible to him. 

[You need not be subtle after the acquisition of Orbital Air.]

It was a big step that made Cypher think a little. But he walked towards the tall building nonetheless. It was a residential building, but a few of its apartments served as Kang Tao black sites, registered under names unrelated to the corporation, with its own secret elevator access. 

"Mr. Blackwell!"

Right as he was walking towards the building, spooking the Kang Tao guards in regular clothing, a childish voice called his name from behind. He reckoned it was an admirer and waved his hand. 

But when he finally looked, he froze in thought. The kid reminded him of Lucas: blonde hair, shorts, though no chrome in sight. The most interesting part was the old-school video recorder in the kid's hand, recording him. 

"He an orphan?"

[Roman Carax, eleven, freelance filmmaker, father alive.]

Hearing Atlas' robotic response, Cypher shrugged and walked right up to the building. 

A/N: Initially, I planned to include the Spaceport fight as well. But because I'm away from home, I don't have access to my PC, which has Cyberpunk 2077 installed. I need to take a look around NCX Spaceport in the game to plan the entire battle scene. As well as take some in-game photos.