July 7th, Watson, the air in the motel was thick with an ambiguous atmosphere.
Militech executive, Meredith, was lying on the bed, gasping for air.
At this moment, Meredith was exceptionally fragile, her will laid bare before Asa.
Don't misunderstand, actually nothing happened; Asa was certainly not the type to take advantage of someone in a vulnerable state.
This act of hypnosis was certainly not meant to turn Meredith into someone who only knew how to make "oh-ho-ho" sounds; he had no interest in moving lumps of meat.
Implanting long-term beliefs into a target's consciousness using hypnosis and suggestion was a technique he had repeatedly verified. The previous Militech agent was proof of this, or perhaps it was the cumulative effect over time; both proved the effectiveness of this method.
And at this moment, Meredith was the same.
What Asa implanted was nothing more than "loyalty"—a concept of absolute loyalty to him—without eroding Meredith's own will.
Of course, whether this belief could change Meredith's own way of thinking was still an unknown.
Furthermore, to add multiple layers of insurance, Asa also forcibly compelled Meredith to sign a non-disclosure agreement, the same one the big fat guy had signed.
Hypnosis requires continuous deepening of suggestion; in case he forgot about this one day, it wouldn't let Meredith easily break free from the cage.
A moment later, the Militech executive finally woke up from the chaos.
When she saw Asa, her expression changed, with three parts struggle, three parts desire, three parts fear, and ninety-one parts confusion flashing in her eyes.
In the end, Meredith struggled to sit up and called out to Asa:
"You... I..."
Asa nodded slightly; it seemed this Militech executive had accepted the status quo.
Asa was very curious, what kind of image did he have in Meredith's mind right now?
Asa directly ordered Meredith to speak it out:
"How do you feel about me? Tell me."
To Asa surprise, upon hearing this, the executive wearing the Militech skirt knelt directly in front of Asa.
What the hell, love?
"This... this... I'm sorry."
Compared to Asa, the executive seemed even more surprised. She couldn't believe she had knelt down herself. While her body trembled, she said with a conflicted tone:
"I'm sorry, I... Master. I still have hatred for you in my heart, but as soon as I feel this emotion, I involuntarily feel shame, fear, terror, and... so I involuntarily knelt down."
"I see."
Asa suddenly understood. He more or less understood it; it was like having two different operating programs in one body, and the owner who controlled this program at the moment was Asa.
Regardless of which thought Meredith's brain executed, in the end, it couldn't pass the decision of the lower house; it was all wishful thinking.
In other words, the type who says no with their mouth but is very honest in their heart.
"I see, then I advise you to adapt as soon as possible, otherwise I'm not sure what your body will make you do."
Meredith remained silent; she couldn't adapt for a while.
It was like you had always used your right hand to hold chopsticks, but one day you wanted to use chopsticks, and your left hand reached out instead. It was very awkward, but that awkward feeling couldn't be described in words.
It was like she should be angry at this unknown person for using some kind of thing and some kind of technique to trick her here, but in reality, Meredith couldn't hate him at all; instead, she was thinking about how to help Asa.
Like an invisible cage, her thoughts inexplicably did not belong to her.
Since it couldn't be changed, then just accept it.
Meredith's mindset adjusted quickly. After all, at Militech, although she was a branch manager, she was actually just a large-scale wage earner. At critical moments, she was just one of the candidates to take the fall.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have been tied to a concrete block and sunk into the river by Militech in a certain side quest in the game.
She had dreamed of becoming a woman like Myers, but clearly, this dream was impossible.
Meredith, who stood up, thought for a moment, and then bowed her waist:
"Master."
"Good, good, good."
Asa clapped his hands in praise. He sat on the sofa, admiring the surrender of this executive's will.
Especially since the system actually prompted him that a bond had been established:
[Congratulations on establishing a "Master-Slave" (Affection) bond with the important plot character Meredith. You can claim the reward.]
It actually worked?
"Does this actually count?"
In an instant, countless ways to play surged into Asa mind. Of course, they are omitted here.
Not in a hurry to claim the reward, Asa looked at the submissive female executive, his eyes showing satisfaction.
"Speaking of which, you can call me Asa from now on. No need to call me Master; after all, I'm not some devil."
Asa, who had hypnotized the arrogant female executive in a cheap motel, said as much.
"Asa... Lang." Meredith followed suit.
After the bond was established, only then did Meredith know the name of this young man with black hair.
As for his profession, a Wizard.
Asa took out his simple business card and handed it to Meredith.
"Remember, call me every day, and come here every time."
Hypnotic suggestions must be deepened every moment until her thoughts are completely twisted.
But looking at Meredith's submissive appearance, Asa felt that she already had the realization and knew what to do.
"Alright, business done, time to go."
Asa stood up from the sofa and stretched.
"Sir, leaving already?"
Meredith gritted her teeth, her words having hidden meaning.
"Hmm?"
Asa narrowed his eyes, sat back down, and asked:
"Anything up?"
A blush appeared on Meredith's fair face. She tucked her hair behind her ear; she wanted to sing a song for Asa, hoping he could appreciate her singing voice up close.
Seeing this, Asa smiled slightly:
"Don't do that, sister, I'm a decent person."
"That's it, call me if anything happens."
Asa stood up again and waved his hand as he left.
Leaving Meredith bewildered.
She looked at her intact executive suit and was still doubting her own actions just now?
Just now, she clearly didn't think that way? But why, suddenly, did she want to perform oral service on him?
Was it another reaction made by her body on its own?
Damn it, this person...
As soon as unkind thoughts surged in her mind, Meredith groaned in pain, and her legs involuntarily knelt down.
A conditioned reflex exclusive to Meredith.
Remaining calm in the face of temptation—this was one of Asa many virtues, right?
Strictly refusing Meredith's request to perform, Asa left the motel.
Let's give the other party some time to buffer. The previous action was probably a subconscious way of seeking closeness. Perhaps influenced by Asa, her body easily slid towards the lower path when executing.
If the musician doesn't put their own feelings into it before playing, then this concert probably won't sound good.
If he accidentally left a tooth mark, he would have to explain it to Yennefer, Sabrina, Ada, and Jill.
Huh, seems like I forgot someone?
Whatever.
In order to leave a good impression on both sides, Asa had to refuse.
Besides, in terms of appearance, Meredith couldn't compare to the two heroines in the game; she could only be considered average, and she was a bit older.
Asa's big D doesn't discriminate against old or young.
Thus, this outing came to an end, with a full harvest.
Not to mention establishing good relationships with multiple heroines, the future is promising;
The Rayfield Caliburn luxury car was enough to attract countless gazes when Asa drove on the street.
As for when he stopped, Asa parked it in a luxury parking lot, the paid kind.
For this, he specially set up multiple protective magic spells to avoid it being stolen by some blind person.
He really liked this car, but unfortunately, the system space couldn't hold it.
The original system space was only one cubic meter. After Ada gave a nine-cubic-meter reward, subsequent wives never dropped coins in this regard, which was really a pity.
This is all the system's fault. If the verbal "father" and "son" relationships also counted as bonds, that would be good.
As for the other orange-quality equipment, Bartmoss's Cyberdeck, after cleaning and debugging, Asa gave it to Sascha.
He rarely used the Cyberware slot of the 2077 World now. The main reason was that as long as he had no Cyberware on his body, he wouldn't be hacked.
And with his current reaction speed, even if he activated the Sandevistan, professional practitioners might not be able to keep up, so there was no need to waste the immortal characteristics like super-speed regeneration.
Later, in the Divination Shop, Asa prepared a separate Netrunner service room, freezer, and bathtub for Sascha, convenient for the girl to surf the net.
2077 World, Asa business had just begun.
In '74, Arasaka Corporation's heir Yorinobu Arasaka was still in his old home in Tokyo, running his Steel Dragon gang, trying to escape his father's control, until he was easily dealt with by Saburo Arasaka in '77 and fled to Night City in a sorry state;
Arasaka Corporation's chairman, Saburo Arasaka, still maintained his control over the business empire, while dreaming of immortality, coveting the young body of his eighty-year-old son;
And Rosalind Myers, who had been the CEO of Militech for 11 years, was striving for the revival of the NUSA;
Federal Intelligence Bureau agents Alex and Solomon Reed were still lurking in an unknown corner of Dogtown.
The story had yet to unfold, as if everything was waiting for a mercenary who had hit rock bottom to trigger it.
The story belonging to V hadn't begun. Who would have thought that at this time, V was so happy about her promotion that she couldn't sleep all night.
If one had to rate the reason, Ms. Valerie thought it was the Wizard's credit; she got on the Wizard's promotion elevator and took off.
On the other side, David Martinez had new troubles.
Less than a week after starting school, David had clearly made a decision in private:
He didn't like it here.
Arasaka Academy, even though his mother had gone to great lengths to send him to school, hoping he could get ahead, stand at the top of Arasaka Tower, and no longer live the life Gloria lived, David just didn't like it.
The reason, the 14-year-old boy thought, was just those few things.
His studies were barely keeping up, but among the dozens of classmates in the same class, not one could be considered friendly with David.
Despite being the same age, the gazes passed on by his classmates carried disdain, disgust, and naked contempt.
Yes, just by looking at their clothing, you could tell that the two belonged to two distinct classes.
Arasaka Academy was more often a gathering place for the children of Arasaka Corporation executives, not a place for commoners like David, or even people from Santo Domingo, to enter.
Even if you finished reading from the academy, what was the use?
Graduating from the academy didn't mean you could become a superior person, an employee of Arasaka Tower.
David had learned that most students after graduation entered the weapon production workshops of Arasaka Corporation, becoming workers one level higher than the robots on the assembly line.
Or, they entered the cultivation farms in the Badlands, returning home only once every six months.
His mother's job was an emergency technician at the Night City Medical Center, relying on a meager salary to send David to Arasaka Academy, for which she could often not pay the rent, and she had to work overtime until late at night every day to return home.
Such a dim life, was this really what Gloria hoped for, what she wanted?
Was the meaning of life just to pass on the pain?
His own future was bleak.
David's heart was full of confusion.
And now, his mother's burden was about to increase.
The Cyberware course required expensive equipment, otherwise, the learning progress wouldn't keep up. David had considered second-hand equipment, but a senior on the forum issued a warning.
The identification code on the equipment was unique; Arasaka Academy only recognized this. If it wasn't the latest, it was meaningless.
Another day after school, David carried his schoolbag, walking towards home while kicking stones on the side of the road in boredom.
"If only I could help Gloria, always letting her come home so late, and still having to increase her burden."
David thought so.
A gust of wind blew. It had to be said that Night City had an extraordinary amount of trash.
The wind rolled a business card and it slapped onto David's face.
The mohawk boy quickly grabbed the piece of paper, intending to throw it away, but suddenly a thought flashed in his mind, and he took out the business card to look at it carefully.
"Daddy's Divination Shop? What is this?"
Reading on, David was greatly disappointed. The boy had also fantasized about the guidance of fate, but this shop name was clearly just a total scam, right?
If there were gods or mysterious powers in this world, would they let this world become what it is today?
The wicked reign, the innocent are treated as firewood, and the lives of ordinary people are round after round of despair.
Just as he was about to throw it away, his hand gripped it tightly.
He didn't know where this business card blew from. The address was in Chinatown, completely the opposite direction from his home.
Why not go and take a look?
From Corporate Plaza to Chinatown, it was a bus route David had never taken.
Like an adventurer embarking on an unknown journey, David's heart was both nervous and excited.
However, as soon as he got off the bus, David suddenly froze.
This place, is it a red-light district?
It was evening, and people coming and going on the street were heavily made-up men and women, leaning against the walls on the side of the road, using their eyes to size up who was tonight's customer.
David blended into the crowd, his body stiff, not daring to look at those men and women, afraid of being targeted.
There were quite a few hot women who took the initiative to ask when David passed by.
"Hey kid, want to have a go?"
"Virgin boy?"
Seeing David's shy appearance, the other party even pushed her luck and licked her lips.
"Haven't tasted a fresh one in a long time, really not coming?"