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"I need you to focus. What are you doing here?"
Honestly, her guess was as good as Julio's. Until a few minutes ago, he had been in his room setting up a new game console. Then he was in a dark space filling out personal questions on a hologram.
And now he was sitting next to a beautiful woman behind a crate while someone seemed desperate to shoot them.
Oh, and that beautiful woman was a video game character that wasn't even supposed to be real.
"I don't know. I was in my room a few minutes ago."
Julio barely heard himself speak with all the bullets flying around. But Miranda seemed to understand him. That didn't mean she was pleased.
"However you got here, we need to get out. Do you have any skills to get us through?"
Julio was about to answer honestly. Tell her that he had no idea how to shoot or fight. But he doubted she would hear him.
Because all of time and space seemed to freeze the moment the question left her lips. Julio saw the strands of her hair stay in place in the air, and her eyes focused on one spot without blinking. The fact that the gunshots stopped also told Julio that something was wrong.
It made more sense when the holographic screen showed up. And this time with a selection.
Choose Your Skill
The screen had two squares with illustrations in front of him. One had a pistol firing a bullet. The other had an orb of blue energy.
Having played these games before, Julio knew what was being asked of him. The game wanted to know if was going to play as either a typical fighter or as a biotic.
Well, between the two options, making a miniature black hole did sound a bit cooler than just firing a gun. So he hit the square on the right, getting another prompt.
Would You Like Another Color?
That might have to do with the fact that he had said his favorite color was red. The screen gave him the option of having his biotics be normal blue, yellow, green, purple, and of course red. Since he was in an uncomfortable situation, he might as well make the most of it and go with his favorites.
So he picked red and waited to see what would happen.
Answer
The world was moving again, so Miranda was expecting something from Julio.
"Um, I have biotics. Not the best though."
"It will have to do. Take a look at your side of the crate. See what you can move."
Following her advice, Julio cautiously peeked from his side of the crate to see. He saw mercenaries behind crates of their own.
And he saw the next prompt.
There were two human mercenaries behind a blue crate. And right above that crate was a white arrow that only Julio could see. Above the arrow were his instructions.
Channel Energy In Hand
Confused by the prompt, Julio tried to just focus on his left hand. One that he had lifted, balled in a fist and got tensed up in anticipation. This seemed to work, as the prompt changed.
Aim Palm At Crate
Hoping this would be useful, Julio opened his hand and fired at the crate.
The effect was both instant and much more effective than Julio anticipated.
Unlike the miniature blue-black holes he had seen used when playing the game, Julio's biotic blasts came out in a red-and-black color scheme. When the blast hit the crate, it not only pushed both mercenaries back and broke their bones, but it also made the crate blow up. The rest of the mercenaries have to duck for cover from the shrapnel.
Eyes wide from the shocking display of power, Julio slowly slid back behind the crate. When he stopped staring at his hand and turned to Miranda, he saw that she was just as stunned as he was.
"What was that?"
Still reeling from the fact that he was seemingly in a video game, Julio could only shrug.
"Your guess is as good as mine."
Miranda seemed like she was going to say more, but there wasn't time for that. There were still mercenaries firing at them, so they needed to get rid of them before a proper conversation could happen.
"Do you have a name?"
"I'm Julio."
"Miranda. Try to send out more hits like that. I'll take out as many as I can in the meantime."
Miranda quickly scurried away to another crate, leaving Julio to figure out what to do for himself.
Thankfully, it seemed he would have to. The world was giving him more instructions again. And this time, they came with a map.
It was a circular map. It kind of reminded Julio of the dragon radar from DBZ, only more like a hologram in the corner of his eye.
It showed his location as a golden arrow in the center. And around him were red dots that had to be enemies. There was a blue dot that seemed to be Miranda since she was closest to him.
The map reminded Julio of his time playing the game all those years ago, and it made him realize that he was playing on his own now. Miranda had given him a task, so it seemed he would have to get it done before this could progress.
So he had to start firing.
There was one set of red dots just ahead of him, and Julio could see the crate they were hiding behind.
"If it ain't broke, don't fix it."
Charging up his hand the way he had before, Julio very quickly stood up and fired at that crate before removing back down. And just like before, he heard a massive explosion accompanied by yelling.
But this time, he got an arrow in the corner of his sight when the attack was done.
Following the arrow, Julio saw a pistol that had slid between him and a marble column that went up to the warehouse ceiling. A pistol that had the symbol of a hand above it.
Julio quickly understood that the game was giving him the option of running over to pick up the gun. Something that wasn't a terrible plan, but it was a risky one. The map told him that there were still six mercenaries left, and any of them could fire on him while he was running over. He didn't know if he could die in this game, and he wasn't eager to test that.
But at the same time, he didn't want to be stuck here for long. The gunfire was messing with his nerves, and he still had no idea why he was there. Not to mention that Miranda was currently the only one with a gun, giving him less of a defense. Even with biotics, he didn't feel too secure here.
So he made a choice.
Not even bothering to look first, Julio ran from his crate and charged right for the gun. He wasn't the best runner, but he was able to quickly make it and grab the weapon.
That was when his arm suddenly felt a stinging burn.
Clutching his left shoulder, as he stumbled to the column, Julio saw the new hole in his shirt left by the bullet. There was still a burn, but it hurt less every second.
In the corner of his right eye, Julio saw a meter. It was almost fully green, but there was a small amount of black that took up the end. It was there because of the hit he had taken.
Julio didn't want to know what would happen if the meter ran out, so he was going to have to be more careful now.
But now that he knew that dying was an option, Julio was determined for it not to happen to him. And the only way for that to happen was to make sure that these other people didn't get a chance.
Putting the gun aside for now, Julio aimed his palm at the mercenary who had gotten him with a sniper rifle. He released a lot of energy on that strike, making sure he got his payback.
With five enemies left, Julio decided he might as well try out the pistol. Despite never actually firing one, he had cousins and uncles who had shown him how to hold a gun back when he was younger. So he knew to use both hands and keep a firm grip on the weapon.
It didn't take him long to get a chance to use it. Once the weapon was secure in his hands, two of the mercenaries had gotten closer. They were probably trying to get closer to Julio so they could get a good shot at him.
Instead, all they did was put themselves in his range.
One of the mercenaries got closer to the other. And was walking away from his partner. So all Julio had to do was hold up the pistol and aim.
Once he had the other man's head in his sights, he pulled the trigger.
When Julio went back to hide behind the column, it dawned on him that he wasn't feeling anything like the documentaries had said. Every war film and educational production described taking another life as something that changed a person forever. But Julio didn't feel any different.
If he had to guess, it would have to do with the fact that this was a video game. He knew that inherently, so he didn't see these enemies as living real people. The fact that they didn't speak and they moved like NPCs fed into that notion.
But that could wait. Firefights were not the best places for philosophical dilemmas.
Julio shot a bullet into the head of the coverless mercenary. The man's stumble allowed him to land a shot to his chest.
Three enemies left, and Julio had to figure out how to deal with them. The loss of three of their own meant the mercenaries were less willing to run out at him, and the crates they were hiding behind were much thicker than the ones he blew up earlier, seemingly made of sturdier metal. So he didn't think a biotic blast was an option.
"Deep in thought are you?"
If not for the threat of bullets, Julio may have jumped out of his skin when he noticed Miranda hiding behind the same column as him.
"How did you get here?"
"I ran when you took care of the two just now. Gave me the time I needed. Nice shots by the way."
"Oh. Um, thanks. And you're welcome too, I guess."
"Of course," Miranda replied as she looked beyond the column. She seemed to be making the same realization he had made moments before.
"Any idea on how to get rid of those three?"
"One," Miranda said. "We hit them all at once. One biotic blast from both of us. Full strength."
Julio frowned, so Miranda explained further.
"Take a look at where they are. Notice how close they are?"
Taking a look, Julio saw that she was right. All of the mercenaries had gathered fairly close together, all around a red crate directly adjacent to Julio's column. Only one mercenary was behind it, but the other two were close enough.
"An explosion from that crate will knock the other two back…" Miranda began.
"And we can get the other two from there while they're disoriented," Julio finished. A smile from the older woman told him he had the right idea.
The two of them wordlessly charged their hands with their biotics. Miranda's had a strong natural blue while Julio's unique and dangerous red got ready.
Once they had enough, they fired at the crate.
The plan went off without a hitch. The cart blew up, killing one of the enemies instantly. And the other two mercenaries were blown away from cover. Miranda fired at her enemy, killing him.
But Julio got a different option. When he saw the mercenary on the ground, the world stopped and gave him directions again.
Lift Enemy
Somehow, Julio already had an idea of what to do. Instead of focusing energy on his fist, he focused it on the mercenary on the ground. The effect was instant, clouding the man in red biotic energy.
Julio used that energy to lift the man into the air. And once he was high enough, he let go. The man lost all of his health and went limp the moment his body made contact.
Once the warehouse was clear they were able to leave the column and walk around. It also gave Julio the chance to talk to the supposedly fictional woman about all this.
"So why were they after… you?"
Julio's speech trailed off when he saw Miranda hide what seemed like a data USB. She did so by pulling her bodysuit around her chest and dropping it in her cleavage. Which had the side effect of giving Julio a peek at some uncovered skin.
"They didn't want me to take something I need," Miranda said plainly. "What about you? Remember why you were here?"
"Not at all," Julio said honestly as he tried not to focus on Miranda's figure. He did so just well enough to continue the conversation.
"I was serious when I said I was in my room a few minutes ago. I don't have any idea how I got here."
Miranda frowned, obviously trying to decide whether or not Julio was trustworthy.
Something about his face must have said he was because Miranda motioned for him to follow her as she turned around.
"Come with me then. They're bound to send more security soon. And I don't want to waste more fire on them."
Not having any other options, Julio walked behind her. And he tried his best not to focus on the view.
Julio followed Miranda as they walked through the city. If Julio's memories of this series were accurate, then this had to be the Citadel. The technology level, sleek designs, and heavy commercialization all seemed familiar to the first and third games in that way, and Julio could think of no other place that was this diverse in sentient life.
If not for the incredible confusion of how he was here, Julio would have been amazed by what he was seeing. Turians, Asari, Salarians, and Volus, along with a few Quarians and Krogan, were freely walking the streets of the city as if it were normal. This was probably the case for anyone that wasn't sucked into a video game.
"We're here. Come in."
Miranda led Julio into what seemed to be a street full of condos. One of which she stopped in front of and opened the door. Once Julio looked inside, his eyes widened for different reasons.
Not only was this home spacious, but it was also very pristine. The carpet, walls, and windows were all of impeccable quality, and the furniture seemed just as comfortable as it did immaculate.
"You live here?"
"Temporarily. I am looking over it for a friend," Miranda explained. "But I still need to be cautious."
Miranda clapped her hands twice. Julio was about to ask why, but then the windows became tinted dark. Like cars.
"No one will be able to look inside now. They shouldn't be able to find us here," Miranda explained as she took a moment to stretch against one of the walls. Julio wanted to question her further, but seeing her legs stretch out made him pause. Mostly because he wanted to look.
But he fought his baser instincts and looked at her.
"So us being alone, does that mean we can talk about this whole... dilemma?"
"We can. But only if you explain more."
"There isn't much to explain," Julio said as Miranda began walking. She sauntered to the kitchen to make herself a drink while Julio walked after her. She gave him water to keep talking.
"You're probably not going to believe me, but I was just using a new console that my father gave me. I was putting in my information, and then suddenly I was in that warehouse with you."
Miranda remained stone-faced.
"And the biotics?"
"Would you believe me if I said I got them a minute after meeting you?"
"Would you believe that?"
"Not really, no."
This left the two strangers at a bit of an impasse. Neither of them had answers to the questions the other was asking. And after escaping a firefight, neither of them had the energy to try and inquire further.
"Do you mind if I use your couch? I think I need some time to think," Julio asked.
"Go ahead. I'm going to relax in the other room. Come see me if you have questions I can answer."
Julio took his water and sat down on the couch before lying on his back. In the distance, he could hear Miranda's heels clacking against the wood floor and the sound of a door opening. It closed again, which meant that she was doing whatever it was that would help her relax.
Something Julio was unlikely to do soon.
"What the hell is going on?"
Julio hadn't gotten a chance to fully digest that question until now. The first thing that happened to him after dealing with that menu was getting dragged into a gunfight he had no context for.
Was this… was he really inside a video game? It seemed like he was, with all the aliens and futuristic technology that he had seen on the way here. But that didn't make any sense. It wasn't supposed to be possible.
Was it?
To be frank, Julio was not the most knowledgeable when it came to video games and the production of consoles. He didn't think about it all that much, preferring to focus on playing the game and absorbing the story. But even with that limited scope of knowledge, he was pretty certain that there was no announcement of the console being able to drag people inside of video games. Seriously, if Sony had managed to build a machine that could pull a Jumanji, there would probably have been a media uproar somewhere around the line.
Which made the fact that this was happening a lot harder to figure out. His dad had said that he won this console from a sweepstake. Was he somehow lucky (or unlucky) enough that he got the one that did what Tron did?
"There were prompts and guides. That means this all had to be designed? But why was it secret?"
These were questions that Julio was not going to get answers for muttering to himself on a couch.
"At least in those games, the players had options. It's not like I can just say "Show me the menu" and-You gotta be kidding me."
A menu showed up above Julio's face the moment he jokingly gave the command.
"I could have done this the whole time? Seriously?"
Well, there was no point in crying about the fake firefight he just got out of. All he had to do was find the exit option and…
"What is this?"
There were five options on the menu in front of him. The first two were the main menu and settings, which he assumed would take him back to the dark void from before and let him set the game difficulty and preferences.
The third option was customization, which he had no idea what it did.
The fourth option was the one to Quit Game, which was what he wanted to do.
But it was the fifth option that caught his eye.
Fornication Function (Now Available)
Julio rubbed his eyes and looked at the text again. Thrice. Just to make sure he was reading it right. And then he had to rack his brain to remember what the word fornication meant. And once he did, his eyes widened at the potential implications.
Was this… could it be….?
"Am I in a porn game?"
If he was, that might explain some of his questions.
It would explain why there was some secrecy surrounding the lack of answers about the console. PlayStation was a very famous company, and building something like this for that kind of purpose might not test so well with parent groups and stuff like that. It would also explain why it even existed.
In all seriousness, there were probably a lot of people who would jump at the chance to sleep with their favorite video game character.
Which was a question Julio had to answer. Did he want to?
The baser, more hormonal part of Julio wanted to say yes immediately. He had been looking at Miranda ever since he saw her, and there was probably no better woman for him to try something like this with than her.
But there was….
Julio couldn't think of a reason for turning down this offer aside from the fact that he didn't want to be trapped in a video game. But now that he knew how to get out, he was feeling more compelled to try and see what this now-unlocked feature had in store.
If things started to go wrong, he could just quit the game and restart. Probably.
So with no reason to say no, Julio selected the FF button. The screen disappeared once he did.
For a while, nothing happened. Or at least, nothing that Julio could immediately notice.
That was when the world began to glitch a little bit. Suddenly, a rack with a bathrobe attached to it appeared next to the counter where Julio had gotten his water.
And then an automatic door opened.
"Sorry. Forgot my robe."
Julio was curious when he heard Miranda's voice. But then he became rigid when he saw her. Specifically, what she was wearing.
Instead of the white-and-black jumpsuit she was typically in, Miranda was now dressed in a black bikini that complimented her body completely. She had obviously just gotten out of the hot tub, since the water on her perfectly smooth skin gave it a glistening quality. The top barely held her above-average breasts, squeezing them just the right amount.
But the best part (the part developers in the original game seemed to love the most), was the ass being held in a thong bottom. Her back was turned to him as she took down her robe. And Julio, fueled by hormones and nerves, whispered the word "menu".
The world immediately froze, but Julio ignored the options that appeared next to him in favor of getting closer to Miranda.
She was just as frozen as the world around them, seemingly unaware of how much Julio was ogling her. He wasn't groping her, but he wasn't sure how long he could hold himself back from doing that. For the moment, he was perfectly content to just look at the immaculate rear that was sticking out in front of him, the round cheeks definitely being worth every cent her asshole of a father had spent to design her.
Going around to see her hips and chest again, Julio found himself looking at Miranda's icy blue eyes. In a strange twist, he found himself being more intent to stare at those.
"Were they always so beautiful?"
Feeling that he had had enough staring, Julio sat back down on the couch and pressed the cancel button.
As soon as he did, Miranda began to move again. She picked up the robe and began to head back to the hot tub. But she stopped just as she was about to enter the hallway. Meaning that Julio could still see her-
"I know you're looking at my ass Julio."
His face turning bright red, Julio decided that the windows were a very nice thing to look at.
"I… um…"
"Don't sweat it too much," Miranda said as she turned to face him. "After the performance you put on at the warehouse, I'd say you deserve a small reward. Care to join me?"
"I'd love to," Julio said without thinking. Then he did think and realized a problem. "But I don't have a swimsuit."
"Is that so?"
Her face contemplative, Miranda took a short moment to make a decision. When it was made, she reached behind her back. Julio could see the straps on her shoulders come loose.
Before he could even muster a response, Miranda had already covered her chest with the robe. Exactly one moment before her discarded top fell into her hand, and she tossed it just a few feet shy of Julio.
"It would only be fair then. Meet me outside when you're ready. The hot tub is the last door on the right."
Julio saw her walk into the hallway. A few moments afterward, he heard her stop. That was when something small and black was tossed out of the hallway, and her footsteps resumed. When he heard the sound of the door opening and closing, that was when Julio went to see what she threw.
It was her thong bottom.
Julio let out a breath he had been holding in as he tried to figure out what to do now. But subconsciously, he already knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to take Miranda's offer and go meet her in the hot tub. And if he got the chance to see her naked, then all the better.
But the problem wasn't what. It was how.
This was a video game, so how he did things probably mattered just as much as what he hid. Maybe. It didn't always matter, but Julio honestly had no idea if that applied here. The situation was so new that he had no idea what to do.
Thankfully, the game seemed kind enough to let him know. Based on the screen in front of him.
It seemed like the dialogue wheels from the games. And it gave him three options.
Enter like a gentleman.
Knock and ask.
Enter and dominate.
The last one was out immediately. That option might sound fun to some, but it also sounded like something an overcompensating incel might say. Someone who probably didn't even talk to women all that much.
That left options one and two. And to be frank, as useful as two might be, Julio was leaning towards the first. The second one was a bit neutral. And while Julio was by no means an expert on this, he had a feeling that just knocking would lessen the mood.
Which left him one choice.
Something was wrong. Miranda was conscious of that. But she couldn't point to what exactly it was that was making her act this way.
Ever since she had left the repaired Normandy, she had been on the run from Cerberus and any mercenaries they felt like sending after her. She couldn't stay in one place for very long, with even the Commander's penthouse being safe for a few days max. The Illusive Man had many resources, so the fact that she was still out of his grasp was a stellar accomplishment.
It was also why she cherished her times of relaxation so much. She didn't know how long she would be safe, so she always had to make the most of any downtime she was able to get. Especially any time she got to be in the warm waters of this tub.
But she was never one to simply wade naked in water.
Despite what some might assume based on her appearance, Miranda was not a perverted woman. Yes, she enjoyed being attractive and having fun whenever the opportunity arose, but she was also a woman of drive and focus. If she had to work, she would work. And she kept things professional.
So why had she just taken off her bikini in front of someone young enough to be her nephew?
Something had overtaken Miranda at that moment. Something she didn't have an explanation for. A sudden wave of lust tampered with her logical thinking.
She wasn't trying to say that Julio was unattractive. He was quite cute, and he seemed to exercise often. She could imagine girls having a crush on him. But she wasn't a schoolgirl, she was a grown woman. And Julio… he was helpful, he had a good sense of humor, and he was admittedly cute.
But she didn't even know if he was of legal age.
That wasn't the worst crime she could be accused of, but her fraternizing with a minor would hurt her reputation the most. So why was she-?
There was a knock on the door.
"Um, I'm coming out."
The door automatically opened, and Julio walked out wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.
And the moment Miranda saw him, her worries, her concerns, and her logical thinking were erased from her mind. All she could think about now was looking at Julio, his thin but solid frame enticing her. The thought of what he was hiding inside his boxers created a heat in her chest that made her forget about everything that could trouble her. It led her to sink down into the water until only her shoulders were out.
"Did you want me to… um..?"
Julio pointed at his underwear. And Miranda chose to reaffirm him.
"It's not fair for me to be the only one who's bare, don't you think?"
Slowly and nervously, Julio nodded.
"That is a good point. Just… let me…"
Nervous, Julio tugged at the edges of his briefs before slowly pushing down. And Miranda kept her eyes on him the entire time.
Once the boxers were down to his feet, Miranda could already feel that her logical thought was not going to be functioning. Especially when she saw his size.
He wasn't enormous. She had been with bigger men. But he was much bigger than she expected someone of his age to be. Plus, there was the fact that he was probably chilly, standing outside with no clothes and in an uncomfortable situation. Once he was relaxed, then she could see his real size.
And feel it.
Miranda kept herself composed as Julio nervously got into the tub with her. She stole many glances of his slowly growing member, and the signs of expansion made her excited for reasons she didn't want to contemplate. But she made sure not to act on any impulses until Julio could relax and reciprocate.
This was already questionable enough, and she wasn't going to make it worse by not getting consent.
"How does the water feel?"
As nervous as he was, it was obvious by the way Julio let out a deep breath as the hot water covered his skin that he was enjoying the sensations.
"This is something I don't think I'll ever get bored of."
"Likewise."
Just as she had suspected, the sudden warmth helped relax Julio's body. And it helped his true length become easier to gauge.
But Miranda was surprised by what she saw.
He wasn't monstrous. She had seen bigger on the dates she had been on before. But for his age, Julio was objectively impressive. He wasn't even hard yet, but he was already at a solid three-and-a-half inches. Some of her past lovers had that as their limit. And wasn't done growing yet.
But if she wanted to see his limit, she needed him to relax. And she had to be the one to start.
"Care to tell me about yourself, Julio?"
It was a good thing he had enough manners to respond.
"There isn't much to tell. I'm sure you wouldn't find a lot of it interesting."
Miranda flashed him a smile. And by lifting her body slightly, she also gave him a tease for a diffeJuliot type of flash. One that kept his attention on her.
"Nonsense. You helped save my life. And we're both already in the hot tub together. I'm sure talking would be pleasant."
Either he took her seriously or didn't want things to be awkward. In either case, Julio continued the conversation.
"Well, I live with my dad. He's an architect, and I'm trying to be a graphic designer."
At the mention of living with a parent, Miranda should have seen the sign to stop. But she focused on a different detail instead.
"What about your mother?"
Miranda saw his shoulders sag. But not out of relaxation, but out of sadness.
"She died when I was a little kid. I don't remember her all that well."
To most, that would be a mood killer. But Miranda was nothing if not opportunistic. So she used his dampened emotions as an excuse to slide closer to him.
He blushed when her breasts brushed against his shoulder. It was cute.
"I'm sorry to hear that. But if it's any consolation, I know the feeling. My mother was never in my life either."
She didn't even think she had a mother because her father cloned her, but that was a semantic. She just wanted to make Julio feel better. And it seemed to be working.
"I'm sorry. But hey, we're still here, right? Still living."
"We most certainly are. But speaking of living, have you decided what you want?"
Julio looked at Miranda in confusion.
"What do you mean?"
"You saved my life from those mercenaries. Surely you would want something in return."
Julio paused.
"Well, you're already letting me stay the night. You're even letting me be in the hot tub with you. I don't want to ask too much."
Based on his blush, it was obvious he wanted more. Nonetheless, Miranda appreciated that he showed some restraint. It was leagues better than men who simply grabbed her ass and tried to force her into bed. Those were her worst dates, and she always made sure to let them know. Usually by leaving bruises.
But because Julio was polite, it allowed her to approach him. And rest her hand on his thigh.
The shade of red his face turned to was adorable.
"Are you sure? I can think of a very fitting reward."
"O-Oh. What did you have in mind?"
Holding back a giggle at his shakiness, Miranda moved her head forward and whispered into Julio's ear. She also smiled when she saw his ears become as red as his face.
"Are… are you sure? You could probably find someone better. And- I don't want you to feel like you have to. I-"
Since he knew what the offer was, Miranda didn't have to be subtle anymore. It was why she was comfortable wrapping her fingers around his growing cock. She felt his tip harden further when her soft, skilled fingers wrapped around it. And his entire body stiffened as a result.
"If I didn't want to, I wouldn't have made the offer," Miranda said with certainty. "I would love to reward you this way. Do you want it?"
Julio only hesitated for a moment.
"Please."
His answer was quiet and needy, and it made Miranda more eager.
Instructing him to sit at the top edge of the hot tub, Miranda got a good look at Julio's pike outside of the water. It was four inches, throbbing, and pointed straight to the sky. Much better than before, and seemingly still growing.
Miranda licked her lips as her hand wrapped around it again.
"Why don't you let me help you with that?"
Julio shirked slightly as she approached, but she smiled at him. "Don't be afraid. This won't hurt you. I promise." He relaxed and she slowly started to stroke his length.
The reaction was instant. It was bigger now, closer to five inches long. And it was thicker too. Miranda admired it for a moment. He still had room to grow, but this was going to be a thing of beauty one day. And she was going to be the first to taste it.
She looked up into Julio's eyes and gave his cock a lick, dragging her tongue slowly up his length. He shuddered, grabbing the sides of the hot tub for balance. She lathered his cock on all sides with her tongue, licking it to make sure the taste stayed on her tongue. But that wasn't enough. She wanted-needed more. And Miranda selfishly decided to take it.
Wrapping her lips around his shaft, Miranda enveloped the tip in her mouth first. Then she went further, taking more of his size into her mouth. Soon she felt the tip reach the back of her throat.
Julio let out a moan and slumped forward, his hands gripping the side of the tub for dear life. She took his entire length in her mouth, her tongue wrapping and swirling around his cock.
"What- how are you-?" he gasped. Miranda did not let up. It had been a long time since she had let herself be like this. Needy, horny, dirty, slathering. And she knew that Julio was a virgin. This was his first time experiencing anything like this. And as selfish as she was now, Miranda intended for his first time to be memorable.
Her head proceeded to bob up and down, Julio's length disappearing and reappearing from her mouth. She heard his breath getting more erratic, his chest heaving more and more as she continued to take him.
"I- it feels-" Julio's gasping grew louder as his hips thrust about shakily. Miranda could tell that Julio was close to release. The poor boy was too new at this, the sensations were too much. Miranda smiled knowing that he would certainly never forget this.
Satisfied with his taste in her mouth, Miranda decided to let it go. His precum mixed with her saliva as she pulled her tongue, creating a lewd image Julio's red face could not look away from.
But being done sucking did not mean Miranda was done loving. She still licked and stroked the cock, making sure that Julio would feel a good orgasm. She always knew how to work a man, and age made no difference.
"Just let it out," she purred. "You've more than earned this."
She stroked his cock harder but didn't need to put in much effort. She always knew what she was doing. And so Miranda got exactly what she wanted.
Julio groaned as his hips bucked forward. Miranda tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide. Rope after rope of thick, gooey cum spurted from his cock, showering her face and landing on her waiting tongue.
He tasted delicious. So Miranda made a show of using her fingers to pick up every last drop off her face and putting them on her tongue. She maintained eye contact the entire time, making sure her shaky and pleasured partner could see her.
Once the last sticky bit went down her throat, Miranda had an epiphany. One akin to knowledge being downloaded into a person's head. At that moment, she knew everything.
The information she now knew would have driven others insane. But for Miranda, who had just felt the pleasure of giving a good blowjob, this was merely a fact she could accept. Mainly because the worst fears that came with this knowledge did not come true.
All because of Julio being better than most.
Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, Miranda rose from the water and hugged her breasts against Julio's slim and solid chest. She angled her head and dove down, plating soft kisses on his neck. She moved up and went to his check. Then a quick peck on his lips.
Julio shivered most of the time, his mind still unable to comprehend what had just happened. But Miranda was sure to get him to focus on what she did next.
She kissed his cheek one more time, nibbled his ear playfully, and whispered into his ear slowly.
"Make sure to let me out soon. I'm not done."
Julio blinked in confusion.
"What?"
Then the world turned white.
Julio's breath rushed out of his lungs when his back hit the floor. When he opened his eyes, he was able to confirm that this was his room. It was the only room in the house with a black ceiling.
Taking a moment to calm himself down from the… experience, Julio had to force himself to get up and face the reality of his situation.
"That wasn't real. I was hallucinating, wasn't I? There's no way…?"
Unfortunately for Julio, he quickly received confirmation that his experience had indeed happened. It came from his screen. One that had three messages in bold.
First Level Complete
CRI Available
Lounge Feature Nearly Available (Activate CRI)
The third option was covered in gray, so it couldn't be used yet. But Julio wasn't thinking about that.
He completed a level. He went through the Mass Effect world. But that would mean.
Acting impulsively, Julio set the PSXV to sleep mode and sat on his bed.
"What the hell just happened? How did that happen?"
Julio only had guesses. None of which he could answer by looking at his phone. In fact, the moment he opened his phone, he only ended up with another question.
"It's 4:55. I started this thing at around 4:50. Does this thing mess with time?"
Or did it just mess with his perception of it? He felt like he was in there for hours. Maybe even half a day. But only five minutes had passed.
Julio's thoughts were interrupted when he got a message. It was from his father.
"Mijo, they're going to keep me for a bit. But I'll be home by eight. Try not to eat anything, I'll be back with a surprise. Love you."
"Ok. Love you too."
Julio threw his phone to the side and sighed into his hands. He had three hours to himself before anyone else came back home. He was alone for three hours.
And there was still a prompt on the screen.
Julio's breathing became erratic as he tried to decide what to do. The more fearful part of his brain wanted to just turn off the console and deal with it later. Maybe go for a walk outside and clear his head.
But the longer Julio stared at the option on the screen, the more he knew he was in a losing battle. He had no idea what the IRI was, but, despite some better judgment, he wanted to know. Especially as Miranda's last words to him rang in his head.
"I look forward to seeing you again?"
Is this what she meant? Did she know what this console was able to do? Did it have anything to do with the option in front of him?
There wasn't any way to know. Not without taking the plunge and making a choice. So, with his hand shaking, Julio made the choice.
He selected the CRI option.
Then the screen went black. And the console stopped making noise.
For a second Julio was afraid that he might have accidentally broken the machine. But then he heard something building.
It was the console. Whatever was inside it was building up and sounding off like a car engine. But the sound wasn't what caught Julio's attention the most.
It was the glowing button in the center of the console's face. The one that showed that it was on. It was glowing in every color, constantly shifting and building up in intensity. It almost made Julio afraid that it was about to blow up.
What it did instead was equally concerning.
It shot out a beam of light. One that Julio worried for a moment might burn him alive. But instead, the light stopped a few feet in front of him.
And it began to take form.
It started with a pair of black boots. Then white leggings. Then a waist. Then a full robust chest. Then arms and a neck. Finally, a familiar face looked at him with warm blue eyes.
"I'm glad to see you again Julio. Now we can have some real fun."