Chapter 7 - Tonight I’m On My Knees

The moonlight streaming in through the skylights refracted off the rippling water of the pool. Shades of blue and green, even purple, danced across the walls and the ceiling. 

Kyle arched his back in pleasure, staring at the starry night sky above him, his warm chocolate eyes glazed over in ecstasy.

"Mmmn... yeah, baby," he moaned, rocking his hips back and forth. All around him, the ripples and waves crashed against each other, creating a miniature tempest around the two of them.

"Oh, fuck... fuck yeah, baby. Shit- Don't stop, don't-" he called out, burying his fingers deeper into Sam's chestnut curls.

Below the surface of the turbulent water, however, Sam had begun to think that maybe a blowjob in the pool wasn't such a great idea.

At first, she had been excited to see if she could do it. She wanted to test her skills with her tongue and mouth to see if Kyle would cum first or if she would need to breathe. She had purposely teased him to this point to stoke his desire, counting on him to be the first to break.

In all her calculations, she hadn't thought about what might happen if the asshole wouldn't let her come up for air.

Fighting her body to keep from gasping a lung full of water to soothe the burning, crushing feeling in her chest, Sam pushed against the boy's hips, but the water made things slippery, and she'd waited too long. Her body felt far too weak to fight against the drag an underwater punch or kick would create, and Kyle's hands were wound too tightly in her curls to allow much leverage with her head. 

She could bite him. Honestly, though, Sam would rather drown. Besides, judging by the way he was shaking his hips, Kyle was definitely close. 

'I can hold out a bit longer,' she thought. 'And if I can't...'

It wasn't like she was going to contribute anything great to society anyway.

"Ungh... Ah! Cumming!" Kyle grunted, suddenly pulling Sam's head tight against his pelvis as he found his release.

"Oh. My. God! You were so right," he breathed, pulling her up gently by the shoulders. "That was amazing!"

He beamed down at Sam, but she made no move to lift her head or meet his gaze. 

"Hey," he prodded, his voice filled with concern. He knew he'd been a bit rough at the end there, but he was trying to hurry so that Sam wouldn't have to hold her breath any longer than she had to. Apologetically, he asked, "You okay? Was that too much?"

Kyle shook her gently by the shoulder and bent to look closer, but the look on the face of the woman in his arms and the limp way her head lolled on her neck instantly sent a chill down his spine.

"Shit!" 

He rushed to drag her to the side of the pool and pulled her unresponsive body out of the water. After laying her carefully on her back, Kyle ran his hands frantically, trying to think of what he should do.

Sam's bloodshot eyes stared vacantly at the ceiling, and her pouty lips had already lost their color. Her lifeless body looked cold and empty as she lay on the tile floor bathed in moonlight. 

Kyle slammed his fist into the floor and raged, "Why the fuck didn't you come up for air?!"

In his panic, Kyle tried to remember what he'd seen on TV and in movies about drowning victims. He didn't know the first thing about the proper way to perform CPR, but those methods couldn't all be wrong, could they?

The boy laced his fingers together and began pressing down rhythmically on her chest, pausing now and then to breathe air into her mouth, but nothing he did was of any use. Sam's motionless body continued to lay deathly still, no matter how hard Kyle tried to revive her.

"I don't know what I'm doing! Please wake up!" Kyle begged, pleading to god that she wasn't beyond saving. As he pressed harder and harder on her chest, he suddenly felt a sickening pop, and the resistance against his hands caved in a little. Water mixed with a creamy white substance oozed out of her mouth, and suddenly, Kyle felt the urge to vomit.

Rushing to the edge of the pool, he immediately emptied his stomach, tears streaming down his face. She couldn't be dead! There had to be something else he could do!

Kyle snatched up his previously discarded shirt to wipe his face when a light suddenly lit up behind the boy's eyes. He rushed over to his pants to get his phone and dialed emergency services as he moved back to Sam's side. He cradled her gently in his arms as he waited for help to arrive.

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Sam watched from the sidelines as the scene unfolded before her with a faintly amused smile on her face. She chuckled as the kid struggling clumsily to get her out of the water almost fell back into the pool himself.

"How adorkable," she sighed, her voice soft and indulgent. 

"Why the fuck didn't you come up for air?" she heard him cry out.

"Because your dumbass didn't let me, moron," she mocked. She knew, at this point, she was either dead or having an out-of-body experience, but she answered him anyway. 

As for being dead, she didn't feel it was any great loss. In fact, she found the whole thing kind of funny. She smirked when she thought about how her dad would react to her showing up like that on the 10 o'clock news.

She did feel bad for the kid, though. Kyle, who was screaming expletives and fumbling all over the place, would undoubtedly be scarred for life because of this. When he started begging Sam to wake up, her heart throbbed a little. "I hope he doesn't go down for my murder."

It had been Sam's idea to go to the pool, and if she was being honest, there were other ways she could have gotten out of the pool. On impulse, she'd decided to try breathing pool water. It wasn't the kid's fault. He just happened to be there.

Sam felt the familiar self-loathing rising from the pit of her stomach. When she saw Kyle running towards his clothes, presumably to flee the scene, she let out a half-relieved sigh.

At least the kid was smart enough to get out of there. Without security cameras, as long as his DNA and fingerprints weren't already in the criminal database, he'd probably get away clean.

It wasn't as if anyone would fight for justice on her behalf, anyway.

Suddenly, a smooth, baritone voice sounded behind her, causing Sam to jump. "You're taking this all rather well. That man just killed you. Shouldn't you be more upset?"

"Wha-" Sam whipped her head around to locate the source. When her eyes landed on the figure behind her, they widened in surprise.

He was tall, around six feet, and although he was slim, he was anything but lanky. His perfectly tailored suit was as dark as the sky outside.

The man's violet eyes glowed at her from behind the thin circular frames perched on his long, angular nose, and slim yet shapely lips formed a stoic line across his face.

'Teacher~ I've been bad~'

An image of a classroom sprung into Sam's mind, and she imagined the man before her, holding a pointer while she bent over his desk, wiggling her ass provocatively as she awaited his punishment.

Sam practically drooled at the thought.

"Ahem..." the man cleared his throat, pursing his lips as if he had just eaten something sour. He looked askance at her, clearly uncomfortable.

"You are Samuel Howard Connors, age twenty-three, height five foot two, weight 110 pounds. Correct?" It was more of a statement than a question, and there was an uncompromising quality to his silky voice that made Sam's nether region quiver with lust.

"I'll be whoever you want me to, baby," she said, brazenly moving towards him and running her finger down his chest towards his waist. Deftly, she hooked a finger under his belt and used it to draw their hips together. 

The man, or more accurately, the system, backed quickly away, choking on his tongue. In all his millions of years, Alpha 7419 had never encountered anyone so shameless, and this was his intended soulmate? 

He gathered that this person was indeed Samuel Connors from the images that flashed quickly by via their link, which had apparently been activated the moment they were in close enough proximity.

His voice cracked, and his face turned bright red as he stammered, "Wh-what are you doing?"

"What do you want me to do?" Sam asked, refusing to back down. She followed him step for step, right up to the wall. As he turned his head in an attempt to increase the distance between them despite there being no more room to retreat, she giddily thought to herself, 'Oh ho, he gets even cuter when he's flustered~'

On the other side, the Alpha system was utterly flabbergasted. 

'This is my host?' Feeling incredibly wronged with tears in his eyes, Alpha 7419 silently complained to the creators, 'What happened to maximum compatibility?! The contract hasn't even been signed yet! Why activate the link so early?'

Fortunately, he was equipped with a secondary avatar that was promised to ease system-host relations, so after calling up the data in his mind, Alpha 7419 quickly changed to his other form.

There was a sudden poof of smoke, causing Sam to take a step back in surprise. The man she had just been pressing against the wall had disappeared, and standing on its tiny hind legs where he had been only a moment ago was a little black bunny.

Sam: Cute~

Alpha 7419: ...

Why do I feel like the whole multiverse has suddenly turned against me?

"Eeek!" Sam shrieked happily as she bent down to scoop up the little guy. She rubbed her face against his soft fur, sighing happily. "Haah, you're so cute and soft." 

The AI who had just turned into a bunny was not sure he liked this situation any better than the last. 

'I wonder how serious they are about the non-negotiable nature of changing the avatar's base settings...'

Well, at least the look in Sam's eyes had become slightly less perverse, so he supposed it was a somewhat positive change. 

"Samuel-" the alpha system started in an attempt to get back to business, but the girl's attention had already wandered back to the scene at the edge of the pool.

"Wait, what is that idiot still doing here?" Sam's eyes were locked on Kyle, who was currently standing over her body and talking to someone on the phone.

Before long, she heard the wailing of sirens and saw the flashing of red and blue lights.

"Oh my god," Sam placed a hand over her face in frustration. Even though it was useless, she still shouted, "Run, dude! You are so getting arrested right now!"

The small ball of fluff in her arms looked up at her face, puzzled, as she cursed the man who had inadvertently killed her for not fleeing the scene of the crime. "You really are quite strange. Why don't you want him punished?"

"Huh? Oh, well," she stammered slightly, feeling a teensy bit embarrassed. "It's not like he's gonna start making a habit of drowning girls in random swimming pools. Besides, who doesn't want to go out while doing the nasty?"

"And the fact that your life is over, that's just, inconsequential?" Alpha 7419 asked, flabbergasted. What was up with this person? 

Sam shrugged dismissively. With a sigh and a mournful shake of his head, the alpha system decided that rather than quibble over matters of life and death with this incredibly odd individual, it would be best to get back to the issue at hand.

Clearing his throat, he put on the most tolerant expression he could manage as a bunny and politely suggested, "Since the situation over there seems to be resolved, perhaps we can discuss our matters."

"Huh? Did you say something fluffy-kins?" Sam was absentmindedly stroking the soft fur on the alpha system's back, still very much caught up in the scene on the other side of the pool.

The situation was simply frustrating for a system that prized efficiency and order as much as Alpha 7419. While Sam was distracted, listening to the cop's interrogation, he tried to wiggle his way out of her arms, but she simply tightened her grip on him, restricting his movements.

"...and you just didn't realize that the man blowing you might need to come up for air at some point?" The voice of the police officer who was questioning Kyle wafted over. Gritting his teeth, he did his best to be sympathetic toward the young man, if only to make things go more smoothly, but he just couldn't believe the stupidity of kids these days.

"I didn't even know her name!" Kyle wailed, ignoring the question. He sounded pathetic and heartbroken, but a second later, he paused his cries to squint his swollen eyes at the police officer. With a dazed look on his tear-stained face, he asked, "Wait, did you just say man? As in, she's a dude?"

"Pfft," Sam laughed. Kyle was such a nugget of innocence, of course, he wouldn't have any idea that her tits were fake, or any reason to question why she wouldn't let him feel her up 'down there.'

She did feel a certain sense of discomfort at the officer's disregard for her presented gender, but she didn't let any of it get to her. Being genderfluid had always had its ups and downs. Kyle's reaction, too, was just par for the course. Although she'd been known to bend a few straight rods in her time, it was hardly uncommon for a hook-up to react badly once the facade crumbled.

The few that didn't usually ended up being worse perverts than she was.

As she watched the cop tentatively pat Kyle on the shoulder in sympathy, Sam grew tired of the scene and turned her attention back to the bunny in her arms. Her good mood had dulled somewhat, and she would rather not dwell on unpleasantness. It was time to move on. "Well, what now? I'm over peeping on my crime scene. I feel like some kind of creepy stalker, and not even the fun kind."

Alpha 7419 got a vague mental image of what she meant by 'the fun kind' and had to suppress a shudder. Did this person ever think about anything other than copulation?

Honestly, he didn't know what kind of awful mixup had happened with the system in charge of compatibility checking, but clearly, something was wrong. How did such an upstanding, morally upright system such as himself get matched with this... deviant?!

The bunny in Sam's arms had been quiet for a while now. Feeling a bit impatient, she poked him directly in the ear. "Hey, you're like a grim reaper or something, right? Here to take me to the afterlife? I'm ready to move on, or whatever, so let's go."