Maruo’s back at it again, cookin’ up virtual chaos like a mad scientist with a Wi-Fi addiction! This time, his unsuspecting target? None other than her sunshine-bright childhood BFF, Sayaka Natsume, the kinda girl who’s so popular she could sell ice to a snowman. Sayaka logs into the VR game, hyped like a gamer at the release of new console game, only to get slapped with a “bikini armor” outfit that’s about as protective as a tissue paper umbrella in a hurricane. Girl’s out here lookin like a easy target, and guess what? The monsters agree. Cue the tentacle squad. Before Sayaka can say “NOPE,” she’s wrapped by the tentacles. First, it’s just some teasing, brushes here and there, until Sayaka’s hit with her VR orgasm, hitting her harder than a surprise of 50 years old mom getting pregnant. But, the tentacles ain’t done yet. That flimsy armor melts away faster than a popsicle in hell. Then comes the main event. Why the heck VR tech had to get this advanced. Moral of the story? Never trust your childhood pals if they’re into VR. Especially if they’ve got a GM badge and a devilish grin.
