I could call it Sperminator... but I won't.

In the darkest hours of morning, Daniel sat staring into the uncompromising glare of his screen. A pile of unopened textbooks and an entirely empty notebook loomed ominously to one side.

Earlier the sounds of war and mayhem had filled the room. The flicker and flashes of flames and explosions drowning out the shrill, tinnitus-like call of what he should actually be doing… at least for a little while. Sometimes it helped to win a few games, ruin an evening for some other do-nothing lowlifes somewhere out there. Gain some small sense of satisfaction from the fact that, wasting his life away or not… at least he was wasting it better than the next loser along.

Tonight, however, he had not been winning. Tonight he had been the punching bag and lowest step for others to build some temporary sense of self-worth off of. He’d been too distracted by the guilt of what he was avoiding to even procrastinate properly. And now all that was left was the silence… and the walls of bitter, sardonic venting from others as miserable as him. The forums he only slipped into when all the world and future just seemed too heavy a burden to contemplate. Just as a joke really. Just to see if there really was anybody else out there even more pathetic and frustrated than him.

A clatter at his window drew him out of his stupor. Out of unsavoury thoughts about the code to the safe downstairs. He leaned back on his chair and tried to see what was out there, yet nothing bar the blurry light of streetlamps presented itself. Feeling stupid and overtired, he clambered up to investigate… if only because it was something to do, in the here and now, rather than dwell on the possibilities of tomorrow. Perhaps a lungful of fresh air would make a difference to how he felt anyhow? It could hardly make things worse.

Almost as soon as he’d slung the latch, she was in. Everything happened in such a matter of seconds that Dan’s sleep-deprived mind simply couldn’t keep up: He’d pushed the window open… and suddenly a body had filled that space. Bare thighs had wrapped themselves around his torso, swung in from above. The full weight of another person had been rapidly applied, toppling him backwards; till suddenly he was on his bedroom floor, with said person straddling him.

Her outfit was ridiculous. Cutesy bows in neon-dyed pigtails. A short-cut top that served only to present her completely exposed breasts to the world. A skirt that could only really be called as such because ‘belt’ implied something with a practical purpose, and finally a pair of tall, high-heeled boots that it would seem impossible to perform the sort of acrobatics she’d just achieved in. Everything was tight, shiny plastic. Everything screamed ‘sexy-cosplay’ but the expensive, tailored version the models wore, not the cheap tat the chinese warehouse sent out. It was exactly not the kind of outfit real people would wear in public view, outside of the occasional feeble attempt to get kicked out of anime conventions for a few more Instagram likes with a link to Onlyfans. Daniel knew this because he’d managed to sign up for one or two subscriptions a month before his dad had managed to trace the credit card transactions.

“Hi!” Said the brightly coloured vision, currently pinning him to the carpet… in exactly the sort of chirpy, carefree tone one might expect. She even blew a large pink bubble with her bubblegum.