Cyberpunk - Badland Madman [Cyberpunk 2077] Chapter 42 - Weird Friendship, Corpo Trash, Panam's Curiosit

This ti, he had the joy of seeing her flinch and match his eyes. But then he saw a teasing smile on her face. Sure enough, she crossed her arms under her breasts, and that made them appear more detailed.

"Bad luck for you, Cyph. It's always a no."

"Yeah, I know that. I an, any girl would freak out, no? What if the guy just forced himself or sothing?"

"Would you?" she asked, her one brow raised.

"Fuck no, I'm not that guy. My head gets ssy, sure, but I know I won't sink that far."

"See!" Judy widened her arms and then patted both his shoulders. "Nothing to worry about then. Besides, I always crash nude anyway, just hesitated before. Don't spin it too hard. Was kinda nice, yeah. Best sleep I've had in months. Warm skin on skin, real preem."

"And if I choose to sleep nude too, what then? Butt naked?" he asked back.

"Even better."

Seeing her smirk, he wondered if she was just perverted. "And what happens if it slides between your legs?"

"Knock all you want, choom, just no breaking and entry."

"..."

Cypher knew he was one perverted motherfucker. The BD addiction influenced it, and in general, his body craved it. Besides, he enjoyed it to a degree. But this made even him speechless. They weren't dating. They weren't lovers. They weren't even friends with ben…

Wait, this makes us that, doesn't it?

"Judy, I am pretty sure friends don't do that."

"Co on, Cyph. We're way past calling this friendship. I dunno, we're more than chooms, but nowhere near lovers. Just saying, trust . I don't mind. Having soone you can trust right there makes the night feel safer in a city where nothing is. Yeah, it's kinda twisted but… we sling porn BDs, Cyph. Dirty's just baseline for us."

Cypher digested her words. She was giving him permission to be a degenerate in the sheets as long as he didn't 'put it in'. But still, that didn't an he could touch either.

Maybe a test?

Taking a leap of faith in his own understanding, he shalessly stared at her breasts and, with a sudden shift, grabbed her right breast, palm spread, fully groping it in his claw. He felt the softness, so fucking mushy, and the tip tickled his palm. "What if I did this in my sleep?"

Judy flinched, but didn't move. She only looked down at the hand constantly fondling her breast. Both her hands remained on the kitchen counter. She let that happen for a few long seconds before chirping a reply.

"Great, I love body massages."

"..."

Cypher was truly speechless this ti. He noticed her eyes twitching slightly whenever he gave a squeeze to her breast. He gulped when he saw her lips purse. Yeah, the signs were right there.

"I'm ssed up in the head, aren't I, Cyph?"

He sighed and pulled his hand back, too close to bursting in his pants. "We, Judy. We're fucked up."

"Hehe." Judy giggled and stepped away to pour another cup of coffee. "Don't go gonk thinking on it, Cyph. No heart doing loop-de-loops situation. You're a real preem body-pillow, too. Wouldn't hate it if you vibed the sa."

Fuck it. Got nothing to complain about if she's fine with it.

"Yeah, I wouldn't hate a body pillow shaped like a certain hot BD editor either," he said, grabbing a cup of coffee and wandering away.

"It's also fun seeing you squirm," Judy confessed to her intentional teasing.

Cypher cackled and let it be, changing the topic. "You heading to Lizzie's after this? I might swing by tonight. Need so halfway competent guns for hire."

"Got it. I'll shoot Sue a heads-up. Moxes got so preem hires. Just curious, what's it for?"

Cypher didn't mind sharing so things with her. "I've got a eting today with so Gene-Tek exec. Gonna pitch this thing I made, it's called the Quantum Condom."

"What's that?"

"It's a spray can, like deodorant. You hit your dick with it and boom, pregnancy's off the table for a few hours. Feels raw as hell, like actually raw. It's made with programd nano-molecules. Thought of who to sell it to, and the company that made RealSkinn seed right."

He saw Judy's face of surprise. Knowing what she was going to ask next, he walked up and grabbed the duffel bag he'd hidden. He took out a small can from it. "Catch!"

Sipping coffee, he watched Judy play with it. She sprayed it on her hand and reacted when the ticklish warm sensation hit.

"Why not just sell the tech that programs the nano-molecules instead? Feels like that'd open up a way crazier use case."

"I thought of that. Problem is Quantum Condom's a liquid. You can't program molecules using anything else; it won't happen. No known elents sync with it. Past this, the tech has zero purpose," Cypher answered, having had this discussion with the God AI before. "If the deal goes through, I'll need so muscle for protection."

That was a lie, however. He only wanted to get closer to Susanna Quinn, the leader of the Moxes. He had so plans that needed deeper cooperation. But to do that, he needed to build rapport slowly.

"Good luck with the pitch then. I'm gonna take a shower and head out."

He saw Judy give him a wink and vanish into her bathroom. He, anwhile, put on his glasses and lazily surfed the CitiNet for any news about the massacre he'd committed in that cave last night. But considering it was outside the city, he didn't expect anything.

Finally, just as Judy prepared to leave, he booked himself a Delamain taxi and readied himself as well. The t-shirt was now Judy's property, so he left as he was. He brought last night's loot of guns and cyberware as well.

On the way, he made a stop at Little China and left all the loot there; he also picked up an Agent phone since he won't be wearing the AR glasses. After that, he stopped his ride at a clothing store in Corporate Plaza, called Appel de Paris. He ended his car ride there, shutting out Delamain's annoying pitch and bloatware bullshit.

From the shop, he purchased a light blue Synthetic corporate jacket, a color-matched bioweave pleated pants, a pair of office shoes, and finally black taped square glasses. He chose to look like a nerd as it made others lower their guard slightly.

After that, holding his ordinary office suitcase, he walked towards the building with Gene-Tek's office. Unlike Arasaka and Militech, Gene-Tek didn't own the whole building. They had occupied a few floors of one of the many towers in Corporate Plaza.

"Analyze everything visual and audio, buddy. Give advice if you think it'll help," Cypher instructed the AI and walked into the massive skyscraper. He eyed the large screen with information about various companies and then boarded an elevator.

Was this the wisest decision? Absolutely not. Cypher knew this was a big corporation that would be happy to fuck him over in ten different ways. But at that point, he wanted so big money in his pocket. And he was selling the entire technology, not dangling a carrot to lure them. Even the God AI agreed that Gene-Tek would love to have what he was offering. It wasn't mind-boggingly sci-fi; nano-tech already existed, but still just advanced enough to be worth so big bucks.

Sure, this was dangerous. But at that point, after dying once, death wasn't as scary. He didn't want to die, though, that much he knew.

Floor ten to twenty-five belonged to Gene-Tek. He headed to the tenth as it was the one marked as 'reception desk'.

Ding!

Fuck! Too white.

As soon as the doors opened, he got the first look at Gene-Tek's office. It looked more like a dical lab than a corpo office. The floor was silvery-white tiles, the ceiling was high, and a lot of animal life-sized figurines were hanging from it. They even had dinosaurs.

After taking in the view, he finally walked over to the reception desk, marked with giant letters that nad the company. Behind the desk were two tall, gorgeous won with reflective silver skin. It wasn't chro but just a silver, shiny version of RealSkinn synthetic skin. And as far as Cypher understood the corpos of Night City, the two won must have had normal skin before. And the silver skin must have been a company-mandated requirent.

What happens when they get fired or gotta leave?

He could imagine them being forced to pay for it or risk getting it taken away. Which ant needing a new skin anyway.

"Welco to Gene-Tek, the leading global brand for artificial skin. I am Amy Schultz. How may I help you?"

"Cute na." Cypher flirted, giving a simple smile. "I got a eting scheduled with one Hiroshi Williams, the team lead for your RealSkinn's technical acquisition departnt."

He watched the silver-skinned woman look at her terminal. He honestly respected her guts to wear that on her body. Not to ntion, it made her seem hotter in his eyes. Exotic, actually.

"May I know your na?"

"Cypher Blackwell."

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