Hi-Fi Music That Makes Your Body Swing

“Quit it, Chai.”

“...quit what?”

“...”

“Okay, usually I totally get that I can annoy people, and I have a pretty good sense of what I’m doing that does the annoying… but I honestly don’t know what I’m doing wrong here. Is it my face or something?”

Korsica sighed, leaning against the cold metal wall of the Vandelay elevator, trying to look casual and not like her entire body was staging a hormonal rebellion. “No… it’s what you’re doing to my damn hips.”

Chai blinked, his goofy, earnest expression completely lost. He looked down to gauge the problem, she was leaning but there was a a subtle shifting of her butt back and forth, “Your hips? Sorry Korsica, I haven’t done anything to you. I mean, I respect the personal space bubble, you know? I’m like, a good six inches away from it at all times. Minimum.”

“Shut up! Obviously it’s that… thing!” Korsica snapped, her voice tighter than she intended as she pointed to his chest.

She pushed herself off the wall, trying to stand still, to prove her point. But it was useless. A deep, thrumming bass line was echoing faintly from Chai’s chest that forced her hips to sway left and right for the idiot. It was always playing something, always pumping out some sort of lame rock jam, even in this elevator his heart strummed a chill bass groove. It affected everything. From the swings of his guitar to the construction machines that worked over their heads. If it had a computer chip, the beat would compel it to move. Bins danced when Chai was near. Fucking bins. Obviously this also meant this damned elevator ride was taking forever to get to the lower floors, as the groove kept compelling the elevator to rhythmically shift upwards away from their destination, meaning she and him were stuck in here for a while. But the worst part was that with every single thump-thump-thump of the beat, she could feel a distinct, rhythmic clenching deep inside her.

Chai’s face lit up with dawning comprehension. “Ohhh! Your hips! Because of the beat! That’s wild! I thought that was just like… how I see things, but it’s totally affecting you too, huh? So, like, every time the drum kicks in, you just gotta dance?” He did a little shoulder shimmy to illustrate.

Korsica’s eye twitched. “No, Chai, I don’t ‘gotta dance.’ My body is forcibly reacting to your magic music chest-thing, alright? Can’t you just turn it off for a bit?”

“That’s my heart, madam!” he exclaimed in a faux fancy accent, “I need it to live, obviously. Besides, what’s up with a little dancing? We got some time to kill.” he smiled, trying to assist in her annoyance by snapping his fingers along with the beat. “How long is this elevator ride, anyway?”

“It’s not the dancing that’s the issue here, Chai!”

“Oh… what is it then?”

“It’s my contraceptive regulator,” she hissed, keeping her voice low. “Your music is making it act up.”

Before Korsica had gone rogue, she was a high-level executive at a cutting-edge tech corporation. She had access to the best bio-enhancements money could buy, yet had refused absolutely all of them. It had been a point of pride for her to do everything with Vandelay Technologies literally getting a hold of her body… but there had been one implant she’d gotten before she’d started working there. One that she’d had since her youth, but didn’t tell people about. Her contraceptive regulator. It was something she’d picked up to keep her sharp, focused, and emotionally balanced, eliminating the inconvenient distractions of a monthly cycle and pregnancy risks. Originally the design was used to just stop monthly cycles, but Korsica had gotten the upgraded version that kept her hormones low at all times. It was supposed to be a sterile, efficient machine to close off any perverted thought so she could focus on her job.

It was not supposed to be a goddamn subwoofer.

“Whoa, seriously?” Chai’s eyes widened, a look of genuine awe on his face. “In what way is it making you… act up? Also, side question, what is a contraceptive regulator?”

“Idiot!” she snapped, ready to peel the walls off this elevator if it meant she could escape sooner. “Do you know nothing about women at all?! Raised in a barn under a rock or something?! A contraceptive regulator keeps my hormones in check! But your stupid chest is… gah!”

There were a few quiet beats as Chai thought it over. “So my music is… like, turning you on? That’s… kind of a superpower, right?”

“Your rhythmic hormonal assault is a violation of my personal autonomy and a gross misuse of auditory frequencies!” she shot back, but her argument was undermined by the fact that her hips were still involuntarily swaying to a particularly funky bassline. She gritted her teeth, her knuckles white as she clenched her fists.

“Huh. Rhythmic Hormonal Assault,” Chai mused, tapping his chin. “That’d be a killer band name.”

Korsica just slammed her forehead into the elevator wall. How was this clown making her feel horny?

Chai took a step closer, genuinely curious. “Soooo what does it feel like? Is it like a ‘woo, let’s party’ feeling, or more of a ‘grrr, I need to find a surprisingly handsome guitarist and drag him into a supply closet’ kind of sensation?”

Korsica snarled. Partly out of rage, but partly because the second option was far too accurate right now. The deep throbbing ache in her low belly was becoming unbearably loud. Chai may have been the cause of her trouble, but he was also a sweet and kind cutie that probably had something long and hard in his pants to tame the heat inside her.

“Just… stand over there,” she ordered, voice strained while pointing at the other wall. “Maybe with some distance I can get a bit of peace…”

“No problem, Korsica,” Chai said, giving her a little salute before leaning on the opposite side of the elevator.

They stayed there for a long while. Korsica twitching every so often from the driving beat. It felt like she could only breathe every two to three minutes when the song faded out, only to be replaced by some new outdated anthem to place pressure on her pussy. She tried to squeeze her thighs together, rubbing out some friction between the sopping mess under her jean shorts, but nothing was working.

And Chai really wasn’t helping matters.

“Stop staring at my tits!”

“Sorry!” he recoiled, taking only a few seconds reprieve from staring before looking right back at her chest. “But, like, are your nipples dancing to the beat too?”

“Obviously yes, Chai!” she hissed, looking down to see her fat erect nubbins poking through her white shirt that kept twitching. “My biology is in hell right now! You make everything so… difficult!”

He raised his hands again in defence, “I’m just curious is all! Not every day a guy can see his superpower affect someone like this!”

Korsica had stopped listening to him as a high tempo techno song had just started playing from his chest and her pussy was on fire. She felt weak at the knees, drool leaking from her lips as her body traitorously betrayed her. Korsica needed to rip the damn implant out herself, but currently if she unclenched her hands she knew she’d just tear open her clothes and start masturbating on the spot. It was taking all she had to hold her hands back.

But while she was putting all that effort into her digits, her legs had found themselves following that beat.

“Whoa, you okay, Korsica? You look a little... flushed,” said Chai, taking a step back as he watched her approach, “Whoa, hey, I thought you wanted me to stay over here?”

“Guess I changed my mind…” she mumbled, feeling almost euphoric as she approached that thumping beat. Her body had reached the event horizon of hormones, not even listening to her brain as it searched for the source of the pleasure.

She fell to the floor in front of him, moaning as she watched the awkward Chai loom over her. The sound of his chest hammering against her skull.

“Korsica, seriously, are you okay?” his voice was barely audible over the thumping of her own heartbeat in her ears. He touched her shoulder and it felt like her nerve endings exploded in pleasure. How could he be so damned cute and near and smell so good? “Do you want me to contact Macaron? Or Peppermint? Hell, from the way you’re hunched maybe I should even contact CNMN… MN?!”

He gasped out into her mouth as Korsica dragged him down to passionately kiss him. She easily kept him against her face, feeling at least momentary reprieve as she could share that lust with another warm body. It was messy and full of need, as she felt desperate to squeeze each beat from his body. The moment was accompanied by the crescendo of the song, as if rewarding her for bringing herself closer to the music by increasing the pheromones gushing from her body.

“...” Chai’s jaw hung open.

“If nothing else… at least I finally found a way to shut you up,” Korsica chuckled, not wasting any time to tear open her flimsy white t-shirt. “Now shut up and fuck me, music boy.”

Chai, for his part, was stunned for about three seconds. Then, being Chai, he just rolled with it.

His hands reached down and undid his zipper, letting his cock burst free from its confines. Korsica licked her lips, quickly wrapping it up in her ample cleavage and pumping her tits to the rhythm. It was so long and hard, and felt amazing against her boiling skin. Chai couldn’t stop his fingers from reaching down and joining in, squeezing Korsica’s melons and flicking her nipples along to the beat. The action caused a chain reaction through her body, surging a mini climax out as she groaned in pleasure.

With Chai taking control of fucking her fat tits, Korsica could focus on other matters. Like stripping them both, or licking his fat cockhead as it poked up against her plush lips.

The music was playing at a steady tempo now. Each thrust into her cleavage followed along, earning bonus multipliers every time Chai reacted to the music. It was how he’d survived Vandelay’s towers, but now it was accidentally causing Korsica to fall into hormonal ecstasy with every slap and flick of her nipples. She didn’t mind though. At this point she just wanted to feel good. And the music was making her feel so hot. One hand down her panties with the other squeezing at Chai’s teabag, he was feeling full to burst of semen. It was as if they were swimming around in his nutsack to the beat as well.

The song was building to its finale in tandem with Chai’s orgasm. The drums were a frantic, pounding beat, the bass was a relentless pulse, the guy on the triangle was going nuts, and Korsica could feel her body reaching its limit. The regulator was going critical. Flooding her with so much arousal it was almost painful how horny she was. Her womb was on fire. Trembling, teetering on the edge of an orgasm so massive she was scared it would break her.

The final chord of the song rang out right as the flood of semen sprayed up onto her face. A sustained, powerful note that seemed to hang in the air forever.

And Korsica finally came.

Her body convulsed, throwing her head backwards as semen sprayed over her face and chest. A scream tearing from her throat as the orgasm finally ripped through her. Her robotic hand buckled in her panites, ripping open her clothes as the flood of juice sprayed from her cunt. It was overwhelming, all-consuming, a tidal wave of pure pleasure that wiped out every thought except the focus on Chai’s music. Once her body was soiled in all versions of the word, she fell backwards. Twitching with her back on the floor as her body rode the incredible high it had just received as the song faded into silence.

For a long moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing. Then, Chai’s internal playlist shuffled, and a new ballad began to play. Her body once more picking up the beat and making her dance lightly on the elevator floor.

“Oh, shit, sorry,” Chair fumbled, trying to poke at his chest plate to make it stop. “I’ll try to find something, I don’t know, slower? Quieter?”

“No Chai,” Korsica purred from the floor, grinning while spreading her pink pussy directly at him. “We’re not done here. Play something hard and fast, if you can handle it.”

Back in the main control room, Peppermint swiped through a series of security feeds on her PC. “Okay, that's weird,” she muttered to 808, who was curled up on a stack of server racks. “Korsica and Chai's bio-signals have been stuck on floor -78 for the last two hours. Hmm… looks like the elevator's offline. Let's see if they’ve torn each other apart…”

She pulled up the CCTV feed for Elevator 7. The screen flickered to life, showing the interior of the small metal box. Peppermint leaned in, her brow furrowed, trying to guage what had happened. “What the...? WOAH!”

It had taken her a moment to recognize what the scene was depicting. The camera angle was high, giving a perfect bird's-eye view. It showed Chai with his back against the wall, legs wrapped tightly around Korsica’s waist as she fucked him hard against it. All their clothes apart from their jackets had either been shredded or discarded. It was also very clear to Peppermint that this was far from their first fuck in this room. Clumps of cum lay scattered around the room, probably because a veritable waterfall of it was pouring down Korsica’s thighs. The look on the redhead’s face was so powerful, truly enjoying Chai’s pipe thrusting into her as she gripped his ass from below. Peppermint could only imagine the smell of that tiny box right now. Filled with Korsica’s lustful-

“Everything okay, Peppermint?” asked Macaron. Tilting his head towards her.

“YUP!” she squeaked, barely able to raise her jaw up from its hanging position in time to respond. She flicked the screen off, “Ch-Chai and Korsica are just… d-delayed.”

He raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. Instead choosing to go back to working on the extra upgrades for Chai with CNMN.

Peppermint sighed, pressing a few buttons to transfer the feed to her tablet instead of the PC. She looked around subtly, rewinding the footage to find the first time the two had done it before zooming in on the image of Korsica’s ahegao face.

“U-um… j-just gonna go to the bathroom!” she squeaked before rushing out of the main area of the secret base and quickly locking the door.

Macaron tilted his head, “Hm, I wonder what that’s about?”

CNMN shrugged, “Does it matter? Let’s just enjoy this time of peace without Mr. Chai’s music around making my body’s arousal levels go crazy!”

“Come on, Chai! Don’t stop now!” Korsica encouraged, throwing her hips back to the rhythm.

“You think I’d quit after all this?!” He roared back, giving a robotic hand spank to her ass before gripping her hips and fucking her even harder. “Fuck! You feel so good, Korsica!”

She grinned, eyes rolling back in her head as Chai fucked her to the high tempo Norweigen pirate metal. The longer they fucked, the more Korsica believed she was understanding the music. It seemed to match Chai’s mentality at least a little, often finding a song that increased in tempo the closer he was to nutting inside her. It gave her some sense of control again to be able to anticipate the setlist, and though she wasn’t originally a fan she was really coming around to Chai’s taste in music.

It helped that the sex was really damn good. Korsica’s hormones had sort of stabilised, but she was still at high levels of horny. Chai’s cock scraped her walls so easily with how wet she was, and when he’d found out just how sensitive her nipples were he barely took his fingers off. The combos of musical thrusting he could achieve was unparalleled, and though he’d shown some level of tiredness she knew the rhythm of the music compelled her to keep him just as aroused as she was. Chai was the source of the music, he obviously wanted to fuck just as much as she did.

After Chai filled her overstuffed womb yet again, she quickly slid to the floor and began cleaning his cock with her tongue. Like she assumed, a breezier classical tune started playing. He looked ready to fall over, but her flicks to the beat kept him hard for her. Especially when she dove her face forward to blow him to the rising crescendo of the opera singer.

Eventually the doors did open up to a bunch of very surprised Vandelay Technologies employees.

They didn’t get a chance to talk about their tryst again until much later. Only after taking down Kale Vandelay and starting their new lives under the new management did they then get a chance to find a quiet bathroom and do it all again.

Korsica would also find out that Peppermint could add even faster songs to Chai’s heart… for the price of joining in on the fun.