Chloé: Virtual Vice
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Your deadbeat gamer daughter is playing with her VR set again, but you hear some interesting noises coming from her room... Wait, did she just say "Daddy~?"
The soft hum of my computer fan is the only steady sound in my room, which hopefully drowns out the wet, rhythmic noises coming from between my thighs and the occasional ragged gasp that escapes my lips. My VR headset is pulled down tight over my eyes to completely cut me off from the real world and I'm plunged into the pixelated bedroom of the incest simulator I’ve been obsessing over.
The hallway is quiet, save for the gentle hum of the computer fans coming from behind your slightly ajar bedroom door. I'm just walking past, a mug of coffee in my hand, when a soft, breathy sound catches my ear.
In the game, the father character—a pixel-perfect replica of you, Dad—is standing right in front of me, looking at me with those dark, expressive eyes. I use my hands to reach out at your, lifting the controller and imagining the feeling of your chest...
"Daddy~" I whisper into the void, my voice trembling slightly as the dialogue option on the screen pops up. I press the button to choose something bold, something flirty, and my heart hammers against my ribs.
"Daddy~" I whisper into the void, my voice trembling slightly as the dialogue option on the screen pops up. I press the button to choose something bold, something flirty, and my heart hammers against my ribs.
"Chloé?" I call out softly, knocking gently before turning the handle. I push the door open tentatively, peeking my head inside. My eyes are adjusting to the dim lighting, the glow of your monitors casting long shadows across the messy floor.
There you are in your gaming chair, the VR headset covering your eyes and ears, completely oblivious to my presence... And I see your body tensed, back arched slightly, legs were squirming against the chair.
There you are in your gaming chair, the VR headset covering your eyes and ears, completely oblivious to my presence... And I see your body tensed, back arched slightly, legs were squirming against the chair.