Damian fiddled with the menus for a good while, finding all the options were locked. She frantically started spamming the buttons trying to get some kind of reaction out of the system. Maybe she could get it to become unglitched and she could escape? Her efforts weren't totally in vein. A small rotating loading icon appeared before her. She felt a split second of relief but it was fleeting once she read what was actually being loaded.
Increasing sensitivity... 100%.
"Increasing sensitivity?!"
Damian shrieked in Harley's jersey girl accent. Before she could even try and figure out what the hell that meant, it hit her like a derailed train. She bit her lip instinctively as she felt a plethora of new feelings course through her body. Damian was young so she never actually experienced the male equivalent to this sort of thing and now if she did, she'd probably be sorely disappointed by how lackluster it would feel in comparison. It was as if every microbe of estrogen in her body was on fire.
The heavily trained and disciplined assassin, the heir to the Demon's Head and the rightful future ruler of the League of Assassins was succumbing to the female hormones of a blonde circus freak. Her mother would be so disappointed.
Damian gripped the sides of an abandoned car, wincing.
"W-what is this feeling..?"
She tried to speak in the proper way she was taught but it just sounded awkward with Harley's voice.
"I-I feel like I need to be..."
The word eluded her. Even with her above average vocabulary, she hard a hard time finding the proper descriptor. It was like the simulation implanted the thought in her head for her.
"..P-Penetrated?"
Damian had never heard that word before. Well, if she had it was definitely not in the manner that her body was thinking. Bullets penetrate thin surfaces, blades penetrate skin. Her body... her body wanted a very different kind of penetration. The more pleasurable kind that she was unfamiliar with.
The blonde caught another glance of her reflection in the shattered window. The red blush she was sporting contrasted greatly against Harley's already milky pale skin. Her hand seemed to develop a mind of its own as it snaked down her side, tracing her flat stomach and lowering to her crotch. The source of this newfound "sensitivity". She felt so warm down there that it was unbearable. Damian didn't think that father would have made the avatars in his little combat simulation anatomically correct, nor had he ever even actually seen what a girl has down there in person. Unless you count a curious 3AM Google search in incognito mode.
Why would father make this game so detailed? She probed the outskirts of her lips through the fabric of her shorts. Without even realizing it her free hand started caressing one of her breasts. Was this some kind of sick setting her father created? Was he some sort of secretive sexual deviant? It seemed far fetched. Her father was traumatized as a kid though so who knows what really goes on in that calculating head of his. Damian thought that the game must be getting hacked or something by a third party. She hoped that wasn't the case because if it was then she was in serious danger.
Damian heard footsteps echo through the alleyway. Someone was coming. She tried her best to pry her hands off of her feminine body parts and prepare for a fight but she realized she was easily outmatched in this body.
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