A low, drawn-out moan—raw, uneven, echoing from somewhere nearby.
"...aaahh… aaahh…"
Sam's chest tightened. Curiosity dragged him toward the noise.
Quietly, carefully, he stepped closer to the mouth of a narrow alley and leaned just enough to look inside.
It was the kind of sound that made him realize, too late, that he was witnessing something private.
He froze.
Shapes moved in the darkness—bodies tangled together on the cold ground. At first, it looked chaotic, almost violent. Two men, one barely conscious, the other moving with desperate intensity. And—
Her.
Completely bare, untouched by shame or hesitation.
Even in the dim light, it was clear. The men weren't in charge. They weren't leading anything.
They were being consumed.
Even as the man lay drifting in a haze, barely aware of his surroundings, she was fully engaged, guiding his pleasure while another took her with intense, rhythmic force from behind.
The man finally lost consciousness.
She stopped engaging with him, stood up, and commanded the other man to carry her. He scooped her up, his arm firmly under her thighs,
her legs resting over his arm as he began to caress her.
"Now Go Harder " she whispered.
He put it in. She is the best thing he has ever felt. It was so hot and wet, he didn't know if he would be able to last long. As soon as he started to move inside her, she slid towards him, pulling him even deeper into her.
Faster.. Aaahhh faster....
He began to move faster. Each time he eased into her, she pulled him in more, wanting him to go faster.
He kept going, but he too, was on the verge of losing consciousness
But she didn't pull away. Instead, her fingers tightened around him, drawing him closer, as if daring the moment to go further.
After a few seconds, he lost consciousness, and she pushed him away. Both men lay at her feet.
There she was—a tall, curvy, dark-haired girl standing completely naked in the narrow alley, her back turned to Sam.
Shadows clung to the walls around her, swallowing most of her form, leaving only a silhouette carved in darkness.
Then the moon slipped free from the clouds, and silver light spilled into the alley, wrapping around her like a quiet revelation. She seemed to glow beneath its touch, her figure now defined—an elegant hourglass, poised and almost unreal. Her red heels, sleek and high, lifted her with quiet elegance.
And there, at the center of her hip, the tattoo revealed itself.
A pair of delicate wings, inked with fine precision, shimmered under the silver light. The design seemed to stir as the moon brushed over it, as though it might lift and take flight at any moment. It was glowing faintly as if the night had touched her and left its mark.
Sam couldn't look away.
For a moment, Sam forgot where he was. The world stilled, his breath caught somewhere between awe and disbelief.
She moved.
Slowly, deliberately, she turned her head over her shoulder.
And suddenly, she was looking straight at Sam.
CRACK ! CRACK !
The sound split the air—sharp, sudden, unnatural.
For a second, Sam didn't understand what he'd heard.
Then he saw it—his blue screen had a sharp crack running across it, stretching from one corner to the other like a jagged line.
"Oh no."
The words barely left his lips before his body reacted.
He ran.
Not thinking.
Not stopping.
Not daring to look back.
His footsteps pounded against the alley walls, echoing too loudly in the suffocating silence. His breath came fast, uneven—like his lungs couldn't keep up with his fear.
He didn't stop.
Didn't slow.
Didn't think—
Until he burst into his room and slammed the door shut behind him.
Sam took a long drink of water, the coolness steadying him as his breathing slowly returned to normal. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, still trying to shake off the tension clinging to his chest.
"Oh man… what was that?" he muttered under his breath.
"I thought she was going to catch me spying on her."
His eyes flicked back to the screen.
"And what the hell is this?" he added, frowning. "There's a crack on the display… It's still processing, but—why is it cracked?"
[Processing...]
Sam leaned back, his mind replaying what he had just seen. The image of her returned uninvited, vivid and persistent.
The moment it did, a heat rushed through him.
He exhaled sharply, tugging at his shirt before pulling it off, trying to shake the feeling. It didn't help. Restless, unsettled, he paced once before dropping into his chair.
Almost instinctively, he opened his laptop. The screen flickered to life as he began searching, scrolling porknvideos
Video after video passed in a blur.
Then one thumbnail caught his attention.
A video about "porn system."
He clicked.
Then Sam saw the screen changing for the first time.
[PROCESSING...]
[PROCESSING 1%...]
" It's working" Sam said happily
" So I have to watch porn to complete the process"
He watched the entire video from start to finish, eyes fixed on the screen, waiting for something—anything—to change.
But nothing did.
No progress.
No result.
With a quiet sigh, he clicked on another video and let it play. Again, nothing happened.
Behind him, Sam groaned in frustration, running a hand through his hair.
"Seriously? You're already cracked " he said, his voice edged with impatience.
"Come on—process faster."
Then he reads the title of another video.
The Hypnosis System
[ PROCESSING 2%..]
Sam stares at the blue screen silently, then scrolls on his laptop and reads another title.
Sex Slave System
[ PROCESSING 3%..]
Sam grinned.
"Yeah, now I've got it."