Tiāntáng (天堂),
2320 CE
“There has to be something better than this…” she thought to herself.
Wu had just finished with the miserable, zombie filled mission she had been assigned by Sakamoto and had spent the last half hour in a warm shower trying to remove the stink of being inside of her combat suit for so long. Her snow-white, vulpine body had been tweaked to give off a light strawberry scent when she sweat, and it was a scent that she was tired of having to smell. Worse, her back hurt with how large her breasts were. They got in her way, always end up drawing too much attention, and would end up hurting themselves too if they swung around too much. This meant she needed tight, powerful bindings capable of holding them in place. Consequently, this made Wu have to choose between potentially not getting enough air and cutting off her circulation, or be harassed on end while both her chest and back began to scream in pain. That, or she would do the screaming herself. Though the Chongwu would have liked to shop around, there was only one person on this entire base that could help her with making more money. The moment Wu was suited up again, she activated the augmented reality interface and typed in her request.
“Sakamoto. While I appreciate the opportunity you have given me. I would like to discuss a way to make more. I wish to be able to afford some body-mods, and they will greatly improve my ability to work for you.”
It felt oddly alienating to have to type in the message with her hands. The person who originally ordered her hadn’t even bothered to install wireless access features for her in his rush to create the perfect companion, leaving her to flutter her fingers about in the air when she wanted to message instead of just mentally sending it along like a proper Daqin.
“Oh, no worries, I’m just in my office,” Sakamoto’s voice immediately replied in Wu’s ears, neither too soft nor too loud. Just like a proper Daqin would, really. Right as her employer said this, the Chongwu’s suit displayed a line on the ground, labeling her destination; Sakamoto’s Office. Even as she walked, the ETA counted down based on her walking speed, and Wu could even see ‘traffic’ in her way, and the way that was expected to change her travel time. All of this however, was on her helmet’s HUD, rather than in her mind. She was completely dependent on this suit, unlike the Daqinese themselves. Coming up to the office door, it automatically opened to let her in.
And also reveal a certain Rooster-form prancing around with a sword in her white paneled office.
“Ara-ara,” Sakamoto began. “You seem quite bothered. Would you like to sit down?” Graceful and elegant, the black haired woman skillfully twirled the blade about. One that Wu distinctly remembered retrieving during her misadventure moments ago. “I’m quite pleased with the end-results by the way, though I won’t go into how you could have done better. I’m sure the officers debriefing you all were very thorough about that,” she playfully jabbed at the Chongwu. Though very much human in appearance, the soft rustle of bright feathers and fanning colors made it clear Sakamoto wasn’t. She was Daqin, something adamantly more.
And Wu wanted more.
2320 CE
“There has to be something better than this…” she thought to herself.
Wu had just finished with the miserable, zombie filled mission she had been assigned by Sakamoto and had spent the last half hour in a warm shower trying to remove the stink of being inside of her combat suit for so long. Her snow-white, vulpine body had been tweaked to give off a light strawberry scent when she sweat, and it was a scent that she was tired of having to smell. Worse, her back hurt with how large her breasts were. They got in her way, always end up drawing too much attention, and would end up hurting themselves too if they swung around too much. This meant she needed tight, powerful bindings capable of holding them in place. Consequently, this made Wu have to choose between potentially not getting enough air and cutting off her circulation, or be harassed on end while both her chest and back began to scream in pain. That, or she would do the screaming herself. Though the Chongwu would have liked to shop around, there was only one person on this entire base that could help her with making more money. The moment Wu was suited up again, she activated the augmented reality interface and typed in her request.
“Sakamoto. While I appreciate the opportunity you have given me. I would like to discuss a way to make more. I wish to be able to afford some body-mods, and they will greatly improve my ability to work for you.”
It felt oddly alienating to have to type in the message with her hands. The person who originally ordered her hadn’t even bothered to install wireless access features for her in his rush to create the perfect companion, leaving her to flutter her fingers about in the air when she wanted to message instead of just mentally sending it along like a proper Daqin.
“Oh, no worries, I’m just in my office,” Sakamoto’s voice immediately replied in Wu’s ears, neither too soft nor too loud. Just like a proper Daqin would, really. Right as her employer said this, the Chongwu’s suit displayed a line on the ground, labeling her destination; Sakamoto’s Office. Even as she walked, the ETA counted down based on her walking speed, and Wu could even see ‘traffic’ in her way, and the way that was expected to change her travel time. All of this however, was on her helmet’s HUD, rather than in her mind. She was completely dependent on this suit, unlike the Daqinese themselves. Coming up to the office door, it automatically opened to let her in.
And also reveal a certain Rooster-form prancing around with a sword in her white paneled office.
“Ara-ara,” Sakamoto began. “You seem quite bothered. Would you like to sit down?” Graceful and elegant, the black haired woman skillfully twirled the blade about. One that Wu distinctly remembered retrieving during her misadventure moments ago. “I’m quite pleased with the end-results by the way, though I won’t go into how you could have done better. I’m sure the officers debriefing you all were very thorough about that,” she playfully jabbed at the Chongwu. Though very much human in appearance, the soft rustle of bright feathers and fanning colors made it clear Sakamoto wasn’t. She was Daqin, something adamantly more.
And Wu wanted more.
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