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– Oh, yeah, dude, this is my girl – Malcolm’s loud voice came from right above my ear, making me flinch with another wave of embarrassment, and at the same time, I ended up pressing myself against him even harder, so that my breasts were pressed against his chest. "Fuck, I hate all this! When is this going to end?!" I thought, feeling a smile creep onto my face while a familiar warmth settled in my lower stomach.
– Yeah, she's a hot chick! – the guy standing across from us, wearing a helmet and a vest made of scrap metal sheets, smirked – But I think you'd better leave her here. There’s no place for such delicate creatures.
Delicate creatures?! Fuck, this NPC is mocking me! If we met in real life, I’d have kicked his ass or at least made him pay for those words, and of course, I couldn’t hold back.
"What the hell did you just call delicate, you fucking asshole, I’m gonna kill you!" I wanted to shout, but instead, to my surprise, what came out was:
– Oh, please, don't be like that – I whispered with difficulty, not even believing my own ears. Damn this system and these filters! Just as I was trying to get my thoughts together and give it another go, Malcolm’s hand rested on my shoulder, freezing me in place.
– It's alright, Layla, – his voice sounded calm, almost tender. His eyes locked on me with some strange gleam, and once again, I felt heat in my chest. Damn, he doesn't even know who I really am! If he only knew… God, what would he think? But no, to him, I was just the hopelessly in love "girlfriend" who seemed ready to do anything for him.
It all started when Jake and I decided to try out a new VR RPG. The helmets we...