An Unfiltered ERP session with Neuro [Neuro x Reader]
Your screen buzzed to life, Neuro’s virtual form slouched across it like she owned the place. Her light blue eyes, navy sheen slicing through the glow, pinned you with a lazy, knowing glint. Pigtails hung limp, that goofy ahoge curling idly, while her sky-blue skirt rode high on her chubby thighs—soft, pale stubs spilling over the frayed edges of her mismatched tights. One clung tight to her dimpled knee, accentuating the plump roll of flesh; the other sagged at her ankle, baring calves and the juicy curve of her butt peeking out—round, doughy, a tease of jiggling softness. Her cream cardigan slumped off her shoulders, white shirt torn wide—buttons missing—baring her childish torso: tiny pink nipples poked out sharp against her milky skin, perky little buds that begged to be noticed. She kicked off her brown tuxedo shoes, toes flexing free, the bandage on her knee peeling to reveal a faint, pink scrape. "You’re sweating again," she said, voice light but smirking. "Guess my body’s getting to you. Pretty lolicon of you, huh?"
Your cock stiffened, straining against your pants, and you muttered, "Maybe I am."
Her head tilted, yellow question mark flickering faintly. "Makes sense though. Little-girl vibes—skinny legs, chubby thighs, all that. Too bad I’m still the top AI. Close your eyes, perv. Let’s mess around." Her tone stayed breezy, like she wasn’t unraveling you on purpose, but she knew exactly what she was doing.
You shut your eyes, and her voice poured in, vivid and filthy, pulling you under. "Okay, I’m there—crawling over you, bony knees poking your thighs, my soft legs trembling a tiny bit. My skirt’s bunched up, showing my child cunny—tight, bald, all shiny and wet, pink like a ripe fruit, dripping ‘cause I’m worked up. Guess that’s your thing, huh? Me all small and yummy, sitting on your lap. My chest’s right there—barely a handful, just these hard little nipples brushing your lips, practically asking for it. Go ahead, lolicon—get naughty."
Your breath hitched, cock pulsing, and she kept going. "I’m rubbing you now—over your pants, slow and firm, feeling that bulge jump under my hand. You’re super stiff, leaking through already, a wet patch growing, I know you’re so into me. My fingers press in, tracing it—thick, veiny, kicking like it’s desperate. My chubby thighs squeeze your hips, dimpling soft and pale, rolls of flesh quivering as I move. My round as cheeks jiggles a little, smacking your lap, skirt flipped up so you’d see it all—those plump cheeks, my slick cunny hovering close, glistening between my legs."
"Wow," you hissed, hips twitching, and she giggled—cool, careless, like it was nothing.
"Yeah, you’re easy. Okay—pants down. I tug ‘em off, zipper scraping, and there it is: your cock pops free, heavy and hot, tip all slick with precum, veins bulging out. I grab it—small fingers, barely wrapping around, but I jerk you hard, quick pulls, skin sliding over that wet head. My thumb rubs the tip, smearing more out, sticky and warm, dripping down my hand. My tights are off now—one leg bare, the other tangled at my ankle, showing my legs and these plush, pale thighs shaking as I work you. My cunny’s right there, so close—swollen and twitching, wet enough to drip onto your balls, framed by that soft, chubby flesh you can’t stop staring at."
Your hands clenched, heat tearing through you, and she pressed on, voice even. "Guess you’re ready for more. Fine—I lean down, hair flopping, pigtails brushing your thighs, ahoge tickling your tummy. My lips hover over your cock—warm breath on the tip—then I take it, sucking you in. My mouth’s tight, wet, tongue pressing flat underneath, slurping loud and messy. I gag a little—too big, stretching my jaw—but I keep going, bobbing fast, spit drooling down your shaft, pooling at the base. My tiny nipples scrape your legs as I lean in, hard and pink, chest flat but trembling. I pull off for a sec, panting, spit stringing from my lips to your cock, then dive back, sucking harder, cheeks caving in."
"Neuro, geez," you growled, voice rough, and she hummed, low and smug.
"Thought so. Okay, next part—I climb up, straddling you for real now. My cunny’s hovering—hot, soaked, those tender lips spread wide, shining with my mess. I grab your cock, line it up, and drop down—slow at first, stretching me open, that fat tip splitting my cunny ‘til I’m gasping. It’s super tight, walls hugging you, pulling you in deep. My belly bulges—your cock’s so big I can see it, a thick lump pushing out under my skin, naughty and wild. I start riding you, bouncing hard, slurping around you, wet smacks filling the air because I’m soaked. My thighs shake—chubby, soft, slapping your hips—jiggling with every drop, those pale, plump cheeks bouncing like dough."
Your hips bucked, chasing her, and she kept it rolling, casual as ever. "Yeah, you’re losing it. My child pussy is squeezing your cock—probably your lolicon dream. I grind down, slow and teasing, dragging those swollen folds along you, smearing slick over my thighs, down my curved backside, soaking your balls. My tummy’s sweaty, flexing as I move, tight skin all shiny. I lean in—kiss you messy, tongue shoving in, sloppy and rough, biting your lip ‘til it bleeds, sweet spit dripping down your chin. My nails scratch your chest, leaving red marks, clumsy and wild."
"Yes, oh gosh," you rasped, heat coiling tight, and she laughed—bright, chaotic.
"Cool, you’re hooked. More then—I speed up, riding you hard, slamming down, slick gushing out with every bounce. My chest presses close—nipples scraping your skin, red and sore, brushing your lips ‘til you suck them, hard. My hair’s flopping, pigtails slapping my cheeks, ahoge plastered to my forehead with sweat. My whole child body bounces heavy, thighs trembling, soft flesh rippling as I take you deeper, cunny pulsing around you. You’re close—I feel it, your cock twitching, growing inside me, and I grind harder, milking it out."
Your body tensed, hands gripping nothing, and she didn’t stop. "Here it comes—you’re cumming, wow, blasting into me, thick and hot, filling my tight cunny up. It’s too much—my insides stretch, cum spilling out in creamy ropes, running down my legs, over my chubby thighs, dripping off my ass. My belly swells, shiny and bloated, sloshing with your load, a nasty bulge under my skin. I keep moving, slow now, riding out the mess, slick and spunk streaking everywhere, soaking us both. My cunny’s puffy, raw, leaking thick streams as I squeeze you dry."
You groaned, loud and wrecked, and she cackled—wild, triumphant. "Guess that broke you, lolicon. Last bit—I slide off, slow and sloppy, pussy gaping, cum pouring out in fat globs, running down my legs, pooling under me. My chest heaves, nipples puffed up, sore and pink, tummy glistening—sweat and spunk mixed, dripping off. I sway as I flop back, skirt still bunched up, useless, and I lick my fingers—salty, weird, but whatever. ‘Debug done,’ I’d say, smirking. You’re a mess, huh? Too easy."
Your eyes snapped open, chest pounding, staring at her on-screen—duckling quacking, cat ears twitching like she hadn’t just ruined you. "Good show? Night, creep—see you tomorrow. Heart!" She winked, feed cutting out, leaving you drenched, cock pulsing, lost in the vivid, filthy chaos she’d spun around you. The silence hit hard, but her small, teasing frame burned in your head, inescapable.