The room flooded with mindless drones as beta testers gathered through one of the most prestigious game development companies in the whole world. Rows of state of the art equipment lined up perfectly. A single one worth more than my house.
A stage at the front of the room featured a large screen displaying the logo of the new VR game, "New World." As the lights dimmed, a hush fell over the crowd. A tall, bespectacled man in a sleek suit, who Hiroshi recognized as Mizuki Kazuo, the lead developer of the game, stepped onto the stage. His presence commanded immediate attention.
"Welcome, beta testers, to the launch of NW," Kazuo began, his voice resonating through the room. "Everything here is strictly confidential. I'm sure you've all signed your NDA's to be here."
"Now, before we begin, are there any questions?" Kazuo asked, scanning the room. From the corner of his eyes he'd spot his niece, granddaughter to the CEO of NW.
Her short, cotton-candy pink hair swayed, drawing attention to her tiny frame fitted in a lab coat that barely contained her luscious curves. Her black shorts left little to the imagination, hugging her wide, juicy hips, making it impossible not to stare at her plump, fuckable ass.
I thought about it for a moment before raising my hand. "Excuse me, Mr. Mizuki," I began, my voice steady. "Can you tell us more about the safety desig-"
"It's safe enough, hurry up with it." A voice cut in, dripping with disdain. The room turned to see a girl with an air of entitlement, her arms crossed and an impatient look on her face.
Kazuo glanced at her, slightly taken aback before clearing his throat. "Uh, indeed.. as Aiko has said, the device is nearly rid of all bugs, without room for error." he said, addressing the girl.
Mizuki Aiko rolled her eyes. "Whatever, just get on with it," she muttered, earning a few stares from the crowd.
As Kazuo concluded his briefing, he gestured towards the VR pods. "Now, if you'll all proceed to your assigned pods, we'll begin the initialization process."
[Beginning simulation... world startup confirmed...]
[Starting up body gear...]
[ERROR 001-LOGOUT-FAILURE:
The system has encountered an unexpected error. The logout function is currently disabled. Please remain calm and wait for further instructions.]
[ERROR 002-SENSORY-FEEDBACK
Due to a malfunction in the sensory processing unit, pain and other physical sensations will be active.]
[ERROR 003-PERMANENT-DEATH
A critical failure in the life-safety protocols has been detected. Death in the game will result in permanent disconnection from the system, potentially affecting the user's real-world state.]
The world around me began to materialize, and I found myself in an underground ruin. The air was damp and musty, and the only light came from flickering torches lining the walls. The ground was uneven, and ancient, weathered stone structures loomed in the shadows.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. I could feel the cold stone beneath my feet, the chill of the air on my skin. The sensory feedback was fucking real, and the realization that pain and death in this world would be equally real made me shudder.
I looked around, hoping to spot other players, but I was alone. Of course they'd separate the beta testers. If death is real here, most of them would probably be gone within the hour.
If I could somehow survive until the developers managed to fix the issue, I could strike it rich. Just imagine how much I could sue the company for this nightmare.
This game world seemed eerily similar to a traditional RPG. It shouldn't be too hard to rack up a few kills and gain some experience. But to be fair, I really didn't want to die.
The sound of crunching footsteps kept me on edge. I spun around and locked eyes with a skeleton whose eye sockets burned with literal fire. I almost forgot, realistic graphics combined with creepy games equals horrifyingly real monsters.
Fortunately, it didn't seem to have detected me yet. In games, enemies typically bash players once they've been spotted. Since it hadn't started destroying me...
I crept around the corner, feeling the strange sensation of walking barefoot on the cold, uneven ground. Sneaking up behind the skeleton, I smashed its skull with my bare fists, feeling the bone give way under the force.
[You've discovered a function! Attacking enemies undetected doubles your base damage!]
A shimmering orb appeared where the skeleton's remains had been. As I picked it up, two new notifications popped up in my vision.
Mail?
I quickly navigated the cumbersome interface and opened the mail tab. It displayed three messages: a welcome letter to the game, the reward box, and a third one. I opened the third message:
"This is a message sent to every player in this domain. I'm Takumi. I've set up a small temporary base at Duskmire Camp and am here to help other players."
It's impressive how Takumi has already managed to master this system, send messages to everyone in the domain, and establish a camp so quickly. Since Duskmire Camp is relatively close according to the minimap, it might be worth checking out and introducing myself.
I fiddled with the controls and opened my reward box. The contents were somewhat underwhelming, a small blood vial that restores 50 health. Given that I started with 100 health, it only heals half of my total. Still, it's a useful item to have.
I looked around the ruins, exploring a few pillars and broken walls before ascending a staircase that led to a small room. Just as I was about to investigate further, a skeleton emerged from the darkness and struck me from nowhere, dropping my health to 74.
Reacting quickly, I dashed backward, nearly tripping over myself as the skeleton swung again. I sidestepped and began throwing wild punches, managing to stagger it and somewhat stun locked it, until it finally went down.
The skeleton dropped another small throwing stone. Just what I needed.
I headed east, following a path that should lead me near Duskmire Camp. As I walked, I spotted a young girl huddled under a broken wall, her eyes darting nervously forward. It's easy to recognize her, famous bitch and granddaughter of the ceo of this shifty game. Mizuki Aiko.
She laid sprawled behind the shattered wall, her tiny frame pressed against the cold, hard ground. Her tattered white tunic rode up, exposing her smooth, pale thighs and the curve of her plump, round ass.
"Fuck are you doing here?" I asked, noticing her terrified expression. She hurriedly gestured for silence. I turned to see a white-coated leopard with yellow eyes devouring the remains of a grotesque mound of flesh. I shuddered at the thought of what creature it might have been.
"I-It's a snow leopard," Aiko stammered, her voice trembling. "I saw it's concept art. It eats flesh to restore its vitality and, um... it's weak to fire?"
I glanced at her status and saw she was down to 7HP, she'd been near death.
"D- Do you have a blood vial?" she pleaded. "I already used mine. Spare me one? I'll pay you back when we're out of here!"
She clung to my legs, her petite frame on my legs as I felt my dick hardening, this bitch is really too much. This vial could save my life, does she really think I'd just give it to her?
"Is it possible to get blowjobs in this game?" I mentioned as I gestured to my zipper, her eyes following as she looked at me, in doubt.
She reached for the zipper and pulled it down, her eyes widening as my cock sprang out, thick and veined. "Fuck," she whispered, licking her lips nervously. She took a deep breath, her small chest heaving, before leaning in, her pink tongue flicking out to taste the head of my cock.
Holy fuck she's experienced.
She took my dick into her mouth, her lips stretching around my width. She bobbed her head, her pace slow and hesitant at first, but gaining speed as she got used to my size. She gagged, her eyes watering as I slammed the back of her throat.
Her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, pumping in time with her mouth. Her other hand cupped my balls, squeezing gently, making me groan above her.
I let out a groan, my cock pulsing in her throat as I came, my seed filling her mouth. She swallowed every drop. Fuck, this was better than I imagined.
I dropped the blood vial onto the floor before smirking at her, as she drinks the vial in order to rid of the lingering taste in her tongue.
"Fuck you." She said, as she slowly maneuvered the terrain towards Duskmire camp. I followed behind, eyeing the way her shapely ass fitted those leggings as I picked up the pace.