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Chapter 3 by King_of_Fan King_of_Fan

What's next?

Samus Aran, the roommate

You have chosen Samus Aran. Once a legendary bounty hunter, Samus now drifts through life as a your roommate meanwhile she struggling to find purpose.

You feel the shift in reality, your apartment walls dissolving into the pixelated remnants of your imagination. A door of your virtual home appear and you, after opeing it, see Samus sitting on the couch, her hair slightly damp from a recent shower. She’s wearing a loose hoodie over her sweatpants, slouched back as if she’s trying to disappear into the cushions. "Hey, you’re home early." She stretches, her movements sluggish.

"Yeah, had some time to kill," you reply, trying to sound nonchalant as you adjust to the new virtual reality.

Samus nods, a faint glimmer of interest sparking in her eyes as you join her on the couch. "That's good. More time for..." She trails off, absently picking at a loose thread on the hoodie. "I don't know, whatever it is we end up doing." She glances at you sidelong, a wry smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "I'm always up for distractions. Keeps me from..." She pauses, brow furrowing slightly. "Never mind."

"Distractions, eh?" you smile, naugthy thoughts already swirling in your mind. "How about we go for a little... Special training session?"

Samus arches an eyebrow, a ghost of a smirk playing on her lips. "Special training session, huh?" She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a low, almost sultry tone. "What do you have in mind, roommate?"

You lean back into the couch, feeling the virtual fabric conform to your body as you contemplate your next move. "Something like..." You tap your chin with a finger, pretending to thought. "Sex."

Samus lets out a low, almost bitter laugh. "Sex, huh? Well, that's one way to pass the time, I suppose." She shifts closer on the couch, her hand trailing along your thigh. "It's not like I have anything better to do." Her gaze turns more intense, a hint of desperation flickering behind the tired blue eyes. "Maybe it'll make me feel something for once, instead of just... Numbness."

Without warning, she leans in, her lips pressing against yours in a hungry, almost **** kiss.

What's next?

More fun
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