Week 2: Wednesday, 12th Dec 2029, Morning

Consciousness crept back slowly, accompanied by a warm, wet sensation that made my hips twitch before my brain could fully process what was happening. Through half-lidded eyes, I caught sight of Yoko's dark hair spilled across my thighs, her soft lips wrapped around me with that same focused intensity she usually reserved for debugging particularly stubborn code. She must have sensed my awakening because those mischievous brown eyes flicked up to meet mine, and even with her mouth occupied, I could practically see the smirk dancing behind them—my little hacker executing her morning routine with characteristic efficiency.

She pulled back with a soft pop, that sing-song lilt already creeping into her voice. "Morning, boss. Jennifer asked me to wake you up, something about an auction today?" Her tongue darted out to trace along my length teasingly. "Should I finish the boot sequence, or are we running on a tight schedule?"

I groaned, still half-lost in sleep but already feeling that familiar stirring. "Shut up and keep going. I've got bidding to do today, and I don't want to make any... impulsive purchases." My hand found the back of her head, fingers threading through those messy strands.

"Ooh, finally expanding our little operation?" she giggled, but I cut off her commentary by guiding her back down. "I was thinking we could use more, mmph"

She shot me a mock-offended look, those brown eyes glittering with defiance before she threw herself into the task with renewed vigor. Her head bobbed with almost aggressive enthusiasm, like she was trying to speedrun a a game. Normally that kind of behavior would earn her a thorough lesson in patience, which likely ends on some rough pussy or anal fucking, but today's schedule didn't allow for such luxuries.

The pressure built quickly under her determined ministrations, and I pulled back at the last moment, painting her face with thick ropes of cum. She sat back on her heels, looking ridiculously pleased with herself despite, or perhaps because of, the mess coating her features.

"New rule," I said, giving her ass a sharp slap as I climbed out of bed. "That stays put until I get back. If I find so much as a smudge missing from your 'morning skincare routine,' you'll be gaming from a very uncomfortable position."

"Aw, but what if I need to raid with my guild?" she whined with exaggerated pathos, though she was already reaching for her phone with one hand while the other carefully avoided her face.

"Then they'll have to deal with their healer being... temporarily indisposed." I pulled on my clothes, already mentally reviewing the day's catalog. "Thanks for funding today's shopping spree, by the way. Your old cold wallets are proving quite useful for expanding the collection."

Her eyes lit up with that familiar mischievous glint, and I caught the subtle way her thighs pressed together. "Mmm, spending my hard-earned money to buy girls you're gonna fuck instead of me? Does that make me some kind of cuckquean?" she gave an exaggerated gasp.

I paused in buttoning my shirt, raising an eyebrow at her reaction. "Careful there, princess. You'd have to be my girlfriend for that to count as cuckolding. Last I checked, you're just my property, good piece of property, I think, but property nonetheless."

She blinked, then let out a delighted laugh. "...Touché," she admitted with a sheepish grin, though I could see the flush spreading across her cum-decorated cheeks. "Guess I'm just your horny little ATM then."

"Now go play your games while I go spend your money," I said, closing the door on her giggling. As I headed downstairs, I couldn't help but smile. After all, a man should love what he does for a living—especially when someone else is paying for it.