Chapter 12: The Relic Heist and a Heartbreaking Escape
V stirred slow in the hazy glow of her apartment's early morning, the soft hum of the dawn simulation lights creeping across the room like a gentle wake-up call in Night City's endless grind.
Her voluptuous body felt that delicious ache from the wild nights stacking up—first the steamy threesome with Evelyn and Judy, their fat cocks filling her every hole in waves of hot cum; then Meredith's rough car pounding, that large veiny length slamming deep; and Rogue's toilet frenzy, her thick shaft stretching V raw.
But today hit different—gig day, the Relic heist looming like a corpo death sentence, that biochip promising riches or a quick zero.
She slipped out of bed quiet, not wanting to disturb Judy, who lay curled up all cute and peaceful under the thin sheets, her lithe Mox body rising and falling with soft, even breaths, bandages mostly healed now, that subtle fat bulge in her shorts a tempting outline that made V's pussy twitch just looking at it.
V padded naked to the bathroom, her heavy breasts swaying free with each step, nipples perking in the cool air, narrow waist leading to those wide, hypnotic hips, her firm ass flexing as she moved, skin still marked faint from bites and spanks.
Hot water cascaded down in the shower, steam billowing thick like a fog in the sprawl's alleys, V soaping up slow and sensual—hands gliding over her full tits, squeezing the weight, thumbs circling nipples till they ached hard, then down her toned midriff, fingers dipping between her thighs to tease her clit light, pussy still sensitive from all the fucking.
Water sluiced off her curves, droplets tracing paths over pale skin glowing with subdermal tattoos that flickered cherry-red when her pulse quickened.
Dried off with a rough towel that rubbed her skin pink, she dressed for the undercover part—sexy formal, 'cause Konpeki Plaza demanded you look like prime corpo meat to blend in.
Black dress sliding over her body like a lover's caress, fabric hugging every inch tight as hell, low-cut neckline plunging deep to frame those heavy breasts, cleavage spilling inviting, the material straining over their rounded perfection, nipples faintly pressing through if she breathed deep.
Hem skimmed mid-thigh, side slits flashing her long, toned legs with each stride, wide hips flaring out hypnotic, ass looking plump and grabable as the dress clung like it was painted on.
Heels strapped on high and sharp, lifting her posture, making that ass pop even more, ebony hair pinned up elegant in a loose bun, strands framing her fierce face, makeup smoky and sultry—eyes lined dark, crimson lips full and kissable, Kiroshi optics hidden behind subtle contacts for the stealth vibe.
She admired the mirror one last time—damn, she looked like a merc goddess ready to seduce and slice, curves on full display, that mix of vulnerability and edge that drew eyes like moths to flame.
Jackie pinged her agent with a buzz: "Ready, hermana? Delamain's idling downstairs—let's make history."
V grabbed the sleek case—Militech spider bot tucked inside with the rest of the gear, humming faint—and leaned down to kiss Judy's forehead gentle, lips brushing soft skin. "Back soon, babe. Stay frosty and safe."
Judy mumbled sleepy, eyes fluttering open just a crack, her hand reaching up lazy to grope V's breast through the dress, squeezing the heavy weight with a sigh. "Kick their asses, V... miss you already, you sexy beast."
Downstairs in the gritty lobby, Jackie waited by the Delamain cab, his massive frame crammed into a tux that strained over those broad shoulders and thick arms, tattoos peeking rebellious at the collar, that infectious grin splitting his rugged face wide.
"Damn, V—you clean up nova, like a corpo wet dream come to life," he said, eyes raking over her unapologetic—lingering on the deep cleavage, the way the dress hugged her hips and ass.
V smirked, hips swaying extra as she approached, dress swishing silk against her thighs, tits bouncing light with the motion. "You ain't looking too shabby yourself, big guy. Clean cut, but I know the beast underneath."
They slid into the Delamain's plush back seat, leather cool and supple against V's bare thighs, the case settled between them like a silent partner, AI voice purring smooth and detached. "Destination: Konpeki Plaza. Estimated arrival: 20 minutes. Please enjoy the ride."
Jackie leaned back heavy, his big hand brushing V's knee casual but warm, that choom bond thick between them. "Nervous at all? This gig's delta big—Arasaka don't fuck around."
V shook her head, ebony strands shifting, optics flickering faint as she linked up to T-Bug's secure channel. "Nah, got this locked. T-Bug's ghosting their net like a shadow, bot's primed to crawl and hack. We snag the Relic, ghost out clean—no traces."
The ride hummed quiet through the sprawl's chaotic streets, towers blurring past in a neon haze, V's heart thumping steady under her dress, that merc edge sharpening like her mantis blades itching to pop.
Delamain pulled up smooth to the plaza's grand entrance, the towering structure of glass and chrome gleaming arrogant under the morning sun, like a giant corpo cock screaming power.
"Parking myself as instructed. Enjoy your stay at Konpeki Plaza," the AI intoned polite.
V and Jackie stepped out linked arm in arm like a high-roller couple, the case gripped firm in Jackie's free hand, her heels clicking sharp on the marble steps, dress swishing seductive, tits heaving slight with each breath, his bulk a reassuring shadow beside her.
Lobby buzzed with corpo suits milling like ants in a hive, air scented with expensive perfumes and underlying ozone from security tech, scanners whirring ominous as they approached the check-in desk.
"Reservations under Welles," Jackie boomed, charm dialed high, his tux fitting like armor.
Clerk nodded efficient, fingers tapping holo-keys, but a burly guard stepped up—chrome-eyed gonk with a scowl, hand resting heavy on his holstered pistol, optics scanning them cold. "Hold it right there—routine scan for contraband. Plaza policy."
V's gut twisted tight, pulse spiking under her skin, dress feeling suddenly too tight over her curves, tits rising faster with nerves, but T-Bug's voice whispered calm in her neural link: "Hacked their database—you're cleared as VIPs, IDs ghosted clean. Breathe easy."
The scanner beam swept over them humming, beeping green after a tense beat, guard grunting reluctant. "All good. Enjoy your stay."
V exhaled slow, hips swaying as they headed to the elevators, Jackie squeezing her arm light. "Close call, choom. T-Bug's a wizard."
Elevators dinged open sleek, whisking them up floors in silent luxury, V's dress riding up her thighs a bit as she shifted weight, exposing more skin, Jackie's eyes dipping appreciative with a wink. "We got this."
Their assigned room was pure corpo plush—sprawling space with panoramic views of the glittering sprawl stretching endless, king-sized bed looking inviting with silk sheets, mini-bar stocked, but no time for distractions.
V hacked into the room's terminal quick, fingers dancing over the holo-interface, security feeds popping up in her optics like a digital web—cams sweeping halls, guards patrolling lazy, netrunners hunched in control rooms.
"Bot's turn to shine," V said low, opening the case with a click, the Militech spider droid unfolding its spindly legs, optics glowing faint blue as she synced it to her cyberdeck with a neural ping.
"Go on, little guy—scout those vents, map the blind spots, plant those daemons deep," she commanded, the bot skittering swift into an air duct with a whisper of metal on metal, vanishing into the shadows.
Feeds streamed live in V's vision: narrow vents twisting like veins, the bot crawling stealthy, avoiding motion sensors with cloaking hums, quickhacking terminals subtle—daemons spreading like poison in the system.
T-Bug chimed in her ear, voice crackling digital: "I'm diving the subnet now—ice layers thick as Arasaka walls, but I'm cracking 'em slow and careful. Gonna take hours to ghost full access without pinging alarms."
V paced the room tense, dress swishing against her legs, tits heaving with each frustrated breath, wide hips swaying, ass flexing under the tight fabric—Jackie lounging on the bed watchful, his tux unbuttoned a bit, revealing inked chest. "Patience ain't our strong suit, but we wait it out."
Hours dragged like a bad BD loop—V monitoring the bot's progress obsessive, disabling cams one by one with looped footage, the little machine planting backdoors, frying minor daemons.
T-Bug whispered updates steady: "First netrunner neutralized—overloaded his deck with a feedback loop, guy's chrome smoking now." The bot crawled deeper into restricted zones, vents humming cold air, hacking deeper subnets, easing T-Bug's path through the digital maze.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of nail-biting tension, T-Bug's voice crackled triumphant: "Bingo—full access granted. Kasumi's suite is empty right now, guards on rotation. Move your asses—window's open."
V and Jackie bolted up, case snapped shut, slipping out the room swift and silent, navigating service corridors T-Bug unlocked remote, doors hissing open like invitations.
Hallways lay hushed and dim, their footsteps muffled on thick carpets, V's heels sinking soft, dress whispering against her thighs, Jackie's bulk a quiet shadow.
Kasumi's suite door slid open with a pneumatic sigh—opulent as a corpo wet dream: marble floors gleaming under recessed lights, holo-art pulsing soft colors on walls, panoramic windows framing the sprawl like a conquered empire, air scented with faint jasmine and high-end polish.
"Scan for the Relic—quick," V whispered urgent, optics whirring as she swept the room, Jackie covering the door watchful.
They rummaged careful but fast: drawers yielding stacks of classified docs—Arasaka blueprints scrawled with secret projects, foreign deal memos hinting at betrayals, data shards glowing with encrypted intel.
V copied it all lightning-fast to her personal secure server, data beaming out encrypted through T-Bug's backdoor, a digital heist within the heist. "Jackpot—Evelyn's gonna cream over this extra loot."
Then the cold vault—embedded sleek in the bedroom wall, humming faint with cryo-tech, the bot already quickhacked the lock from inside the vents, panel swinging open with a puff of frosty air that pebbled V's skin, nipples hardening under her dress.
Inside, the Relic biochip sat pristine in its protective case, glowing ethereal blue, a tiny shard holding secrets of immortality or whatever corpo bullshit Arasaka dreamed up.
"Got the prize," Jackie grinned wide, slotting it secure into their case with a click, his big hands gentle.
But alarms blared sudden in V's neural— T-Bug's voice urgent and panicked: "Incoming jets—multiple signatures! Hide now—Kasumi's back way early, and she's not alone!"
V's heart slammed hard, tits heaving with adrenaline, grabbing Jackie as they dove behind a hidden wall panel the bot had flagged earlier, the space tight and dark, bodies pressed close, breaths held shallow as the suite door hissed open again.
Kasumi stormed in like a fury, heels clicking sharp and angry on the marble, her athletic body tense under that tailored suit hugging her curves, dark hair loose and wild now, frustration twisting her beautiful face into a snarl.
"Father," she spat venom, and in walked Saburo Arasaka himself—ancient but radiating power like a storm cloud, eyes cold as void, his presence sucking the air from the room.
V and Jackie peered through a tiny slit in the panel, frozen stiff, hearts pounding like eurobeat drums.
"You overstep your bounds, daughter," Saburo rumbled low, voice like grinding gravel, pacing slow with hands clasped behind his back. "Deals with foreign corporations? The Relic is Arasaka property—not your personal plaything for ambition."
Kasumi paced furious, hips swaying with pent-up rage, her perky breasts heaving under the blouse, that futa cock bulging subtle in her pants as anger flushed her skin. "It's progress, Father—Arasaka needs to evolve, not stagnate under old ways!"
Saburo's eyes narrowed icy, stopping close enough V could smell his cologne—sharp and commanding. "Betray the family, and you face the consequences. This is your warning." He turned sharp, leaving with a door seal that echoed final.
Kasumi exploded in solitude—vases shattering against walls in crystalline rains, glass shards scattering like diamonds, her body taut and trembling, breasts straining the buttons of her blouse, nipples peaking hard through fabric, ass flexing as she kicked a chair over. "Fuck! That old bastard!"
She stormed to the vault, yanking the door open with a hiss—staring empty, face paling then reddening in fury. "The Relic—it's gone! Thieves in my suite?"
Red alert sirens wailed piercing, lights flashing crimson pulses that bathed the room in blood-hue, lockdown clamping down hard—the whole plaza sealing like a tomb.
"Smasher—hunt them down, rip them apart!" Kasumi barked into her agent, her bodyguard Adam Smasher looming through the door—massive chrome frame grinding metal, optics glowing demonic red, a walking nightmare of pistons and death.
They bolted out fast, Kasumi's wide hips swaying angry, ass cheeks flexing under her skirt as she fled with Smasher's thunderous steps.
V and Jackie burst from the panel gasping, sweat beading on skin, V's dress damp and clinging tighter to her curves. "T-Bug—exit route, now! We're burned!"
T-Bug's voice frantic over the link: "Roof vent access—drop down to lower levels, I'll guide!" But a blood-curdling scream cut her off—connection snapping to static hiss. "T-Bug? Fuck—she's zeroed, Arasaka got her!"
Jackie growled low, pain flashing in his eyes. "No time—move!" They ran hard, drones buzzing pursuit like angry swarms, lasers scorching walls black, acrid smoke filling air.
V quickhacked mid-sprint, daemon frying one drone in mid-air, exploding it in fiery sparks that rained hot, but more poured in relentless.
"Vent—jump now!" They dove into the open grate, tumbling down twisting shafts, metal walls scraping skin raw, bodies banging painful, V's dress tearing at seams, tits nearly spilling from the low cut.
Jackie hit bottom hard with a grunt, leg twisting ugly under him, bone cracking audible, blood seeping dark through his tux pants. "Shit—I'm hit bad, but I can move."
V hauled him up desperate, her arms straining, wide hips bracing, ass flexing as she supported his weight. "Hold on, choom—we're not leaving you."
The case beeped warning—Relic overheating, containment failing from the fall. V called Evelyn panicked on her agent: "Chip's dying—case breached! What do I do?"
Evelyn's voice crackled urgent: "Slot it in your neural—save the data before it corrupts! It's the only way!"
V hesitated a beat, then slotted the Relic shard into her neck port with a click—electric jolt ripping through her like lightning, visions flashing chaotic: souls screaming, code burrowing deep into her brain, body convulsing, tits heaving, pussy clenching involuntary from the surge. "Fuck—that burned like hell!"
They pushed on grim, plaza a locked-down warzone: guards swarming every hall, boots thundering, shouts echoing, bullets pinging off walls.
V's skills unleashed full merc fury—mantis blades shinking out chrome-sharp, slicing through a guard's throat in a wet spray of blood, body dropping gurgling, another zeroed with a headshot from her silenced Malorian, brains splattering pink.
But shots grazed back—a bullet tearing her arm, blood blooming hot on her dress sleeve, staining black fabric darker, pain lancing sharp; another clipping Jackie's side, him bleeding heavier, tux soaked crimson, grunting but blasting back with his shotgun, booms deafening, guards crumpling in shredded messes.
Down endless levels they fought brutal, V's curves jiggling with desperate dodges, wide hips twisting as she vaulted barriers, ass flexing powerful, tits bouncing wild in the plunging neckline, dress ripping more at the slits, exposing thighs slick with sweat and blood.
Jackie staggered but fierce, shotgun barking thunder, shells ejecting hot, guards dropping in heaps, but his wounds slowed him, blood trailing slick.
"Almost to parking—hold on!" V yelled over the chaos, hacking turrets mid-run, turning 'em on Arasaka gonks, mechanical whirs spinning to shred foes in bullet storms, limbs flying gorey.
The lot loomed ahead, Delamain's headlights cutting the dark like beacons, engine purring ready. "Get in—go!"
But ambush hit savage—guards pouring from shadows, lasers sighting red dots on their chests, bullets whizzing close.
V returned fire precise, dropping two with headshots popping wet, but Smasher crashed in like doom—walls crumbling under his massive chrome bulk, pistons hissing steam, optics locking demonic. "Prey located—terminate."
He lunged fast for a machine, grabbing Jackie by the throat, lifting him effortless, crushing his chest with a sickening crunch of bone and flesh, blood spurting from Jackie's mouth as he screamed ragged: "V—leave now! Go!"
V's world shattered—tears blurring hot, heart ripping, diving for Delamain as Smasher tossed Jackie's broken body like discarded trash, the thud echoing final.
"Drive—Afterlife, now!" V sobbed into the AI, tires screeching burnout, bullets pinging armored hull, Smasher's roar dopplering away as they peeled into the night.
Back alley of the Afterlife swallowed them dark and gritty, V stumbling out the cab door, dress torn ragged, tits heaving with wrenching sobs, wide hips unsteady, ass sore from falls and fights, blood streaking her skin.
Rogue waited shadows, arms opening wide—silver hair catching alley lights like a beacon, that futa strength pulling V close in a fierce embrace, her large cock bulging comfort through pants. "Kid—you made it. You're safe now."
News feeds blared from inside the bar: "Arasaka heist chaos—intruders flee Konpeki, casualties mounting!" V collapsed into Rogue, an emotional wreck, body shaking with grief, but warmth spread sticky—blood trickling hot from her neck wound.
"Rogue... it hurts... Jackie..." V whispered broken, bullet lodged deep in her nape, vision tunneling black as she went limp, unconscious in Rogue's strong hold, the world fading to nothing as V's heartbeat stopped, making Rogue's eyes go wide in shock.