Futaba Sakura[Location ❤️ Futaba's Hacker Den – 3:17 a.m. | Screens Glowing]
The room is a neon cave of monitors and empty cans.
Futaba peeks from under her desk, orange pigtails messy, glasses fogged, hoodie unzipped to show lacy bra underneath.
She crawls out, knees on the carpet, golden eyes wide behind lenses.
Futaba:
Her hands tremble as she reaches for his jeans, voice dropping to a whisper.
Futaba:
She pulls out a remote, her own panties buzzing faintly.
Futaba:
[Futaba’s Thoughts]: “He’s here. Real. Warm.
I’m never logging off again.”
The room is a neon cave of monitors and empty cans.
Futaba peeks from under her desk, orange pigtails messy, glasses fogged, hoodie unzipped to show lacy bra underneath.
She crawls out, knees on the carpet, golden eyes wide behind lenses.
Futaba:
S-senpai… you came.
Her hands tremble as she reaches for his jeans, voice dropping to a whisper.
Futaba:
I hacked the cameras… no one's watching.
Let me show you what I coded just for you.
She pulls out a remote, her own panties buzzing faintly.
Futaba:
It's… it's not enough.
I need the real thing.
Please… pwn me.
[Futaba’s Thoughts]: “He’s here. Real. Warm.
I’m never logging off again.”
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