Neurolink System in the Modern World

"What's your name cutie ?" I asked while nibbling on her small ears, and gently brushing her purple hair away from her cute face.

I must admit that her features are quite delicate, but this was not my first time dealing with someone of her kind. She was similar to Min Hee but more creative in her fashion sense. Just looking at her clothing demonstrated that she desired attention and knew exactly how to obtain it.

She was wearing knee socks with bright colors and a tiny skirt that barely covered her legs. Her tiny legs were emphasized by lovely boots that extended just over her ankles.

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"Aiku," she replied, her voice trembling and carrying a delicate, almost innocent quality.

"Call me Onii-Chan," I teased her as I feel her nearly non-existent boobs beneath her shirt. She has a flat chest, but I didn't mind.

"This is bad, Onii-Chan," she said, trying to swat my hands away.

But I know that she secretly enjoyed the attention. I could see the mischievous glint in her eyes as she continued to playfully resist my advances.

I had to give it to her; she really knew how to stimulate my craving for cute things. As expected of someone who baited men , and then kills them like a black widow spider. She was a cute killer in disguise.

It was a dangerous game we played, but the thrill was undeniable. Aiku's innocent facade masked a dark desire for killing, and I couldn't help but be drawn to it.

I went with her flow and decided to humor her as we teased each other. I put my fingers in her mouth, and I started playing with her tongue, teasing and exploring her teeth .

The sensation of her saliva mingling with my fingers made my cock throb with anticipation.

And as if that wasn't enough, she began sucking on my thumbs like it was lolippop.

"I can't hold it any longer," I mumbled aloud as I removed my fingers from her mouth and kissed her small lips. I could tell from her tongue twirls that this was not her first kiss. She was an expert, as she began teasing me in her own unique way.

Her hands brush against my shirt, and she grabs it as if she were out of breath.

"Onii—Chan, I feel really weird. I feel ticklish down there " She stuttered, her breath heavy and her mouth wide open as she gasped for air.

'What a good actress,' I could not help but compliment her acting skills. Her performance was really convincing.

Seeing this, I decided to put her to the test. I discovered that she had a phobia of old men. For a few seconds, I accessed her memory through her dreams and caught a picture of someone who would make things interesting.

I made her vision black out for a couple of seconds, then I erased her memory of our sweet time just now.

First, I used mirage to change this meeting room into a place I got from her dream.

Suddenly, the room turned into a run-down apartment. It was a dirty place filled with empty alcohol battles, and the stench of stale cigarettes hung in the air.

The walls were peeling, and the floor was covered in grime, giving off an eerie atmosphere.

The dilapidated furniture and flickering lights added to the haunting ambiance, making it the perfect setting for my unconventional experiment .

I was not the one who imagined this place. I simply recreated it from her memory.

Why did I bother to do all of this?

Why not?

I had the power to do what I wanted, and normal sex had become too boring to me already, so this was just me trying to spice things down and explore new boundaries.

As an person with immense power, I knew that indulging in these taboo experiences was necessary to maintain my sanity and keep my mind from spiraling into madness.

The final touch was my own transformation. My body morphed, and in just a couple of seconds, I turned into a man in his 40s who looked like an alcoholic.

I had a thin body, crooked teeth, and large eye bags. In my hands were numerous injection wounds, revealing the fact that I was a drug addict.

To complete the disguise, I used my mirage ability to change my clothing into a dirty white shirt with alcohol stains.

"Now, time for some fun," I chuckled to myself as I slowly walked towards Aiku.

Meanwhile, I commanded Dang Yan, the third girl, to stay hidden.

Using my mirage ability, I changed her appearance to resemble Aiku but with a more mature look, featuring black hair and a less prominent chest area.

This was Aiku's mother, a prostitute who had tried to give away her only daughter in exchange for money. This was also the reason why she had such a troubled childhood.

If I were a normal guy, I would be doing everything I could to help her heal through treatment and support.

That, however, was not my style. I'd shatter her first and then dominate her. After she became one of my girls, I would help her. I knew deep down that this was not the right approach, but who the fuck cares as long as I'm having fun.

Aiku, after I disconnected my control, slowly opened her eyes and was shocked to find herself in a familiar place. Her trauma was triggered, and I could see genuine fear as she trembled. It wasn't an act; she was truly afraid.

"W— What's happening?" she asked with a fearful voice, attempting to stand up. Her legs shook, making her posture unstable.

She struggled to grasp the situation, her eyes darting around the room, searching for any clues. The last thing she remembered was going to a meeting , and now she found herself in a place that once gave her nightmares .