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"Shut up."
"MEAP!"
A certain programmer coiled away when a snake-like body of leather flicked and cracked itself across the ground. It let loose a sharp noise that rattled his body through and through, his teeth chattering from incisors to molar.
Strangely, the one who was attacking him was a beautiful woman. No. He wasn't into that kind of play.
"Fu-fu-fu. I heard you have special skills. I would like to use them for my own personal goals. You will help me."
"I-I can't! The level of complexity of what you pr-proposed is too much!"
The Programmer tried to run. Big mistake. By the time he felt a twirl of thick leather wrap around his ankle, his nose smashed into the floor with a loud cracking noise.
"GAAAAAAH!"
"Fu-fu-fu. If you try to run away and make me sweat unnecessarily, I may have to do more than punish you. Tee-hee."
"Y-you're insane woman!"
"Witch~♥."
The attacker was a beautiful woman. As if wanting to be dressed for the mood, she was wearing a type of leather attire where one would scream 'holy sh*t, it's a dominatrix!' and then get whipped mercilessly until they become a squealing human pig..... Ahem. A one peace leather swimsuit and leather boots as high as her thighs, she definitely dressed for the occassion. To top it off, she had this strange cone like hat on her head, resembling something a witch would wear during the history of the Witch Trials. She had a long ruby whip which she coiled around her dainty fingers with a sultry smile. Almost like twiddling the hair of a highschool girl in love.
Either by joke, this struggling Programmer seemed to be the target of her 'heart'.
"Please, spare me. I-I can't comply to your overwhelming demands."
"Which one? My first proposal to build me something...or would you like to go straight into the reward where I plan to offer my body?"
"Both are seriously dangerous and will essentially kill me!"
"Fuuuu (Pout). Don't be such a spoiled sport."
People would question if the Programmer was intelligent or not. The reason to ask this question was how he constantly kept trying to run away from this dominating witch. In the end, he would always get ensnared by her ruby whip she plays like her own hair, and slams him down to keep him from fleeing. To make sure her 'pet' doesn't run away anymore, she mounted his waist.
"NOOOOOOOOO! D-DON'T BREAK MY BODYYYYYYYYYYYY! I-I'M TOO PURE FOR THIS!"
"Oh pipe down, little puppy. It's not like I'm going to steal your chastity or anything. I thought boys like this type of play~♥?. I went through all the trouble to buy this embarrassing outfit just to get on your good side. I really need your help!"
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"I told you, your request is impossible! I'm tresspassing a territory even God and his Angels will go 'NOPE, I'M OUT!'"
"Oh? Reeeeeeeaaaaaallllyyyyyyy?~♥"
"Oh god, no! D-don't pressed our chest together! Th-those b-bouncing globes c-can't sway me! Th-this is seriously a life and death situation!"
"But I heard you're the best in your field. With all the coding you can come up with, anything is possible. Whether it be hacking into a rocket guidance system from striking a nation; diving into the security network of a corrupt multi-national corporation; or even messing up with the account numbers of every black market weapons dealer. You're practically hailed as a hero within the internet community."
"A-as if they'll see this slightly overweight and unattractive man as their hero who solve their own sh*t! They all just love my avatar I based off from the Black Panther. Of course they'll fall in love with someone who looks like a super hero straight from a popular comic book!"
"But couldn't you help me? Do me a sweet little favor? I really need your help with my particular request. I've searched for different people, Shamans, Necromancers, Wizards, Witch Doctors, Clerics, Private Investigator, Assassin – all of them. In the end, they all failed. They even told me to come look for you every I reward them with my whip?☆."
"Wh-why do you have a star on that last sentence!? Like I said, I c-can't solve your particular probleeeeeem!"
The Dominatrix with the Witch hat frowned. She found sitting on people uncomfortable so she fidgeted her hips as bit as if adjusting herself in her seat. It only caused the Programmer to squeal as he felt an illicit feeling stirring under his belt.
"I-I can't do it! It will drive me insane! I want to help, but what you're asking is just too much!"
"... Not even if I give you my body?... I... I've m-mentally and physically p-prepared my heart. I-I'm willing to go great lengths to achieve my goals... so please... tell me..... can you do it?"
"I AM NOT GOING TO BUILD A 3D HOLOGRAPHIC SIMULATOR JUST SO YOU CAN MARRY CTHULHU!"
"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! YO-YOU SAID HIS NAME! H-HE'S SO DREAMYYYYYYYY~♥♥♥!"
In that moment, the Dominatrix with the Witch had gave a girly squeal. She sounded exactly how a fangirl would go when seeing their favorite celebrity (5 miles away).
"I SO WANT TO KNOW WHAT HE THINKS OF ME IF WE MET IN REAL LIFE! H-HOW WE'LL FALL IN LOVE AND END UP PROPOSING TO ME ON HIS ONE SQUID LEG! KYAAAA! I-I WANT TO SEE HOW HE'LL LOVE ME WITH ALL THOSE TENTACTLES—gaaaassp—C-CAN YOU PROGRAM THE SIMULATOR TO SHOW HOW MANY BABIES WE'LL MAKE IN A YEAR~♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥!?"
"YOU'RE MESSED UP, YOU MACABRE-OBSESSED OTAKU!"
Unfortunately, even with great skills and bountiful responsibilities - the level of technology at this time was not available to produce a solid 3D holographic simulator... give it another 10 years.