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“Please, what?”

“I need—I need?—”

Through my speakers, I hear her breath catch. The sound shoots straight to my balls. Every gasp, every whimper—I’ve memorized them all over the past two years. But this? This is different. This is the first time I’m involved in her pleasure directly.

“Such a good girl, following my commands.” My voice modulator adds a dark edge. “But you’re holding back. Show me what you really want.”

Her hips buck, and the cameras catch every detail, including the flush spreading across her chest, the way her nipples harden, and how her free hand twists in the sheets.

“Just like that, but faster now.”

She obeys instantly. My cock throbs as I stroke myself, matching her desperate pace. The Prince Albert catching against my palm reminds me how I got it for her after discovering her secret browser searches about pierced cocks.

“Please,” she begs again.

“Tell me who you think about when you touch yourself.”

Her lips part, hesitating. I already know the answer.

“Ghost,” she admits, voice breaking. “I think about Ghost.”

Every detail of this moment was planned, crafted, from the voice modulation to the timing of my commands. Nothing was left to chance.

“Show Ghost how close you are.”

She arches off the bed, crying out. Through six different camera angles, I watch her come undone. My own release builds, but I hold back. Not yet. Not until I have her in person.

“Good girl,” I growl through the speakers. Then I cut the connection, leaving her panting and confused in the afterglow.

I close the connection and lean back, breathing hard and fast. The monitors glow with six different angles of Kira—confused, sated, vulnerable. My hand stills on my cock, saving my release. After two years of stalking silently, I’ve finally crossed the digital barrier.

“You felt it too, didn’t you? The connection.” My voice echoes through my empty command center. “You obeyed so beautifully.”

I rewind the footage, replaying her coming apart again. The way she froze at first, then followed my commands without question. My piercing throbs against my palm as I squeeze myself once more before tucking everything away.

Tomorrow, she’ll convince herself it was a glitch, a hack, maybe even a dream. The human mind rejects what it can’t explain, but deep down, she’ll know. And better still—she’ll want more.

I initiate the cleanup protocol with a single keystroke. The command erases all logs from Kira’s devices, removes any evidence of intrusion from her network, and resets her Alexa to its pre-infiltration state. The beauty of my system is its digital alibi—her devices will show normal operation throughout the evening, with no unexplained activations or commands. If she calls tech support, they’ll find nothing unusual. If she hires a security expert, their standard tools will detect no intrusions.

My company sells cybersecurity solutions to protect against the invasion I’m perpetrating. But the truth is, I’ve always been ten steps ahead of the industry. The vulnerabilities I exploit in Kira’s systems won’t be discovered by security researchers for years—if ever. I’ll have created new ones when they develop countermeasures for these techniques.

I pull up the GamerCon schedule, checking my timetable. Three days until I claim what’s mine. The Ghost costume hangs in my closet—just like she fantasizes about.

I shut down the monitors individually, leaving only her bedroom camera active. She’s curled on her side now, phone clutched to her chest, searching for explanations.

“Next time, you’ll feel my hands instead of just my voice.”

I take one last look at her before heading to my bedroom—the one that mirrors hers exactly. Same sheets, same wall color, same view programmed into my digital windows. The only difference is the empty space beside me—the Kira-shaped void I’ve been waiting to fill.

I slip between the sheets, imagining her warmth beside me.

“Game on.”

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KIRA

My heart still races as I lie on my bed, thighs pressed together. The lingering sensation of that intense orgasm makes my skin tingle. Someone watched me. Someone invaded my space. The thought should terrify me, but a delicious shiver runs down my spine.