Cyberpunk 2050
I asked the whore the question I was curious about.
“When did this place get so developed?”
“It’s been a while. Maybe fifteen years ago? Ever since the Red Dragon took over District 6 and cleaned things up.”
“Red Dragon?”
“Yeah. The organization that runs this place. You didn’t know?”
“First time hearing it.”
“What, were you buried underground somewhere? You can’t just kill people carelessly here. The Red Dragon watches everything.”
“So it’s not the lawless zone it used to be?”
“Lawless zone my ass. There are rules here too. Break them and you die.”
The whore pointed at the sky.
Drones were floating around.
“Those things monitor everything. Kill someone and the Red Dragon’s underlings will come fuck you up right away.”
‘It’s completely changed.’
This wasn’t the District 6 I remembered from the old days.
“Where’s the black market?”
“Black market? Why do you want to know?”
“Came to make money.”
“Hmm…”
The whore looked me up and down.
“100,000 credits.”
“Should I just kill you instead?”
“Suit yourself.”
I considered grabbing someone else to ask, but everyone around was staring at me with greedy eyes.
“Oppa, you’ve already been branded as a sucker. They’ll probably ask for more than me, not less.”
“…Fine, whatever.”
I handed over another chip.
The whore smiled in satisfaction.
“Red Light Club. It’s in the basement there.”
“Thanks.”
“Come back anytime, sucker oppa~”
I left the whore behind and started walking.
‘Red Light Club…’
Looking around, I spotted the sign.
Flashy neon letters.
[RED LIGHT]
At the entrance stood a massive man whose entire body was reinforced with cyberware, arms crossed with a blank expression. I walked up to the club entrance naturally.
The bouncer blocked my path and held out his palm.
“Entry fee: 10,000 credits.”
I took out a chip and handed it over.
-Beep
After scanning the chip, the bouncer nodded.
“Go in.”
The moment I opened the door and stepped inside, the world changed again.
Explosive music pounded through the air, intense red lighting bathed everything, and the smell of cigarette smoke, alcohol, and perfume stabbed at my nose.
On the stage, dancers who were practically naked moved sensually, their bodies wrapped in glowing neon lines. Every table around was loaded with expensive liquor bottles and synthetic drugs. People of all races and kinds eyed each other warily while making deals, gambling, or having dangerous conversations.
‘She said basement…’
I pushed through the music and the crowd, carefully heading deeper inside. In a dim corner of the club, hidden under low lighting against one wall, was a staircase. Most patrons didn’t even glance at it—in fact, the area seemed subtly avoided.
‘That’s it.’
I glanced around cautiously and approached the stairs.
At that moment, a guard in a black suit stepped forward. His arm had a large chunk of cybernetic reinforcement metal embedded in it, and his eyes were murderous.
“Invitation.”
I paused.
“Invitation?”
The guard scanned me up and down and repeated coldly.
“No invitation, get lost.”
The guard protecting the black market entrance spoke without mercy.
“Can this be solved with money?”
“Entry requires an invitation. No exceptions.”
‘Shit, this is fucked.’
Looked like I’d just wasted a whole day.
‘Should’ve done some recon first.’
Twenty years had passed like a ten-minute dream, and acting like things were still the same as back then was my mistake.
‘No choice. Gotta turn back.’
The black market had grown way bigger than expected. Unexpected, but it wasn’t like I had no other options.
Just as I was about to turn around, a seductive voice slithered down my spine.
“Hey there, mask. Want to get inside?”
I reflexively turned toward the voice.
‘Holy… fuck…’
My gaze locked in place.
A skin-tight dress clinging to every curve, massive swaying tits, and an unbelievably sexy older woman stood surrounded by dozens of armed guards.
Long hair streaked with black and red, golden eyes.
She was clearly no ordinary person.
She curved her lips and spoke again.
“Well? Answer?”
“I want in, noona!”
She laughed at my over-the-top reaction.
“Hehe, what’s your name?”
I blurted out whatever came to mind.
“Dumb-dumb!”
The woman chuckled.
“Dumb-dumb? That’s a fun name.”
“Thank you, noona!”
“Alright, Dumb-dumb. Come here?”
I answered on pure reflex.
“Woof woof.”
“What a funny boy.”
Watching me trot over like a dog, she looked thoroughly amused.
“Follow me. Today might just be your lucky day.”
‘Tits… following the tits…’
Panting, I trailed obediently behind her.
The guards parted for her.
“Lady Bianca has arrived.”
They bowed their heads.
‘Bianca? Who the hell is that?’
Didn’t know, didn’t care.
What mattered was those massive mounds of flesh.
‘Up, down. Jiggle jiggle!’
I was completely hypnotized by the swaying breasts.
Inside, a wide space opened up.
Holographic signs floated in the air.
[Weapon Shop]
[Cyberware Clinic]
[Info Broker]
[Request Board]
“This is the black market. What do you think? Like it?”
“Yes! Noona!”
“Hehe.”
Bianca grabbed my arm.
Soft touch.
Her breast brushed against my arm.
‘Boner…’
My cock reacted instantly.
“Nervous?”
“No! I’m hard!”
Her gaze dropped to my crotch.
“Oh my, our Dumb-dumb’s size is pretty impressive, huh?”
“Woooh!”
Bianca laughed at my weird shout and led me forward.
To the VIP area.
People bowed their heads as they saw her.
“Lady Bianca.”
“Lady Bianca.”
‘Who the hell is she to get treated like this?’
Curious, but still not important.
What mattered was whether I could fuck this noona or not.
She made me want to pound her doggystyle right now, hips slamming like an animal.
Her hips swayed side to side with every step.
‘No panties?’
No visible lines.
‘No-pan…?’
My cock got even harder.
We arrived at a VIP room.
The door opened.
-Creak
Inside was luxurious.
Leather sofa, chandelier, massive holographic screen.
“Sit.”
Bianca pointed to the sofa.
I sat down.
Bianca sat right next to me.
No—not next to. Practically glued to me.
Her thigh pressed fully against mine.
“Dumb-dumb.”
“Yes, noona!”
“What did you come here for?”
“To make money!”
“How?”
“By killing people!”
“I like that.”
“Thank you!”
Bianca crossed her legs.
The dress rode up, exposing her thigh.
Smooth skin.
I swallowed hard.
“Want to see more?”
Bianca asked.
“Yes!”
She spread her legs wider.
The dress slid up further.
Inner thigh exposed.
And a glimpse of pussy lips.
‘She really is going commando!’
“How is it? Like what you see?”
“I love it!”
“Hehe.”
Bianca took my hand and slowly guided it onto her thigh.
“Touch it.”
“Really?!”
“Yeah. A reward.”
“But I haven’t done anything yet?”
“Special reward for answering so cutely.”
“Wooooh!”
I carefully began stroking her thigh.
The skin under my fingertips was unbelievably soft.
“Feels good?”
“Yes!”
Bianca mischievously spread her legs even more.
“Want to go higher?”
“Woof!”
She laughed silently, then turned her gaze to the holographic screen.
“Then… want to help me with a job?”
“Yes ma’am!”
Bianca pressed a remote and turned on the holo-screen. A photo of a man covered head-to-toe in cyberware appeared.
“Kill this guy for me.”
I stared closely at the screen.
“Who is he?”
“Kai. A Red Dragon executive.”
The name set off alarm bells in my head.
The massive organization that controlled all of District 6. An executive there wasn’t just some street thug.
‘This smells fucking dangerous…’
When I hesitated for a second, Bianca teasingly stroked my chest and abs, letting her hand drift lower.
“Scared?”
Her voice was laced with provocation, subtly challenging a man’s pride.
I immediately raised my voice.
“This Dumb-dumb fears nothing! Some gang exec is nothing but easy pickings for a real man like me!”
Bianca curved her lips and nodded.
“Hehe, looking forward to it?”
“Yes ma’am!”
“Then we should talk payment too, right?”
“Payment?”
“You do the job, you get proper compensation… How’s 25 million sound?”
“Whoa…”
Not even killing a magical girl—just some gang exec—and that kind of money…
‘Fucking jackpot!’
No need to think twice.
“I’ll do it!”
“No need to think it over?”
“None at all.”
“Is it the money… or…”
Bianca pulled my hand higher.
Almost to my crotch—no, hers.
“Or is it this down here that you like so much?”
“Obviously this is way better than money…!”
Bianca leaned in, lips brushing my ear as she whispered.
“If you do a few more jobs for me…”
“More…?”
“One night.”
“W-wooooh!”
My cock felt like it was going to explode.
“But if you fail?”
“If I fail…?”
“If you fail, our little Dumb-dumb becomes my pet doggy forever.”
“Pet doggy?!”
“Mhm. Under me for life.”
Bianca stroked my neck.
“Collar and leash. Eating off the floor on all fours when I feed you.”
“……”
“And whenever I want… you sleep with me.”
‘That actually sounds pretty fucking good?’
Sweet, filthy fantasies flashed through my mind.
‘Wait, snap out of it. You’ve got a bunny-like daughter and a fox-like wife at home!’
But Bianca, as if reading my thoughts, gave a seductive smile and said,
“The job has a three-day deadline. Take out Kai within that time. Can you do it?”
I answered without a shred of hesitation.
“Absolutely.”
Bianca nodded in satisfaction.
“Good. Here’s the down payment.”
She took a credit chip from the safe beside the sofa and pressed it into my hand. Then she looked me over once more from head to toe.
“But your gear is pretty outdated, huh?”
“I’m broke.”
Bianca stood up and took my hand.
“Come with me. I’ll give you a special gift.”
“For real?”
“Of course. You’re my Dumb-dumb, after all.”
‘My Dumb-dumb…!’
The words hit strangely.
I followed behind her, heart pounding, trying to hide how excited I was.
We left the VIP room and went down a private corridor until we reached a secret room deep in the black market.
-Creak
The door opened.
Inside were rows of weapons, cutting-edge cyberware, and special gear on display.
“Whoa…”
I couldn’t help but let out a gasp.
“Pick whatever you want.”
For a while I just stood there, stunned, staring at the lineup of state-of-the-art equipment.
Powered exoskeletons, new variable blades, nano body armor…
‘Tech’s come a long way.’
Bianca wrapped her arms softly around my shoulders from behind and whispered.
“Anything you like, take it. If you need custom work, I can arrange that too.”
“Seriously?”
“Mhm. You’re my Dumb-dumb. Gear up properly and complete the job in style.”
I slowly scanned the displays.
‘What should I pick?’
Guns and blades were a must, at least.