- How do you hear it? - a soft voice penetrated through the headphones into his ears, as if spreading through the veins, forcing his entire body to shake for a moment.
"V-okay," he replied awkwardly. He coughed into the microphone, feeling his throat dry.
His name was Vitaly.
Nolenz - that was her quirky nickname, no doubt dating back to classical Latinisms - was one of the many girls or even women blogging on a curious resource that Vitaly had recently discovered for himself. This resource concentrated mainly on literature, although partly paid attention even to such strange areas of human activity as alchemy and jurisprudence.
Vitaly didn't know exactly which age category to attribute her to, just as he didn't know which age category to attribute himself to.
But a strict business creature in a gray jacket with short black hair, looking at him from an avatar, I wanted to call it nothing more than a “girl”.
He had been communicating with her virtually for a long time, although never before had it taken on such a personal color.
He, in fact, communicated with many on this resource, having acquired a cozy blog and battling everyone right and left with the illusion of intelligence copied from collections of science fiction and popular science magazines, collecting likes and accumulating a reputation. Nolenz, however, distinguished herself by the fact that she not only put a couple of approving comments on especially intricate records, but also unexpectedly wrote to him in a personal, followed by a proposal to make the communication voice.
"Have you ever used Skype? This is such a messenger, it allows you to speak as if on the phone.
“I don’t have a webcam,” Vitaly admitted.
Although, even if he had a webcam, he would never dare to show himself. No.
“And it’s not necessary,” lines appeared, “I have too. Enough headphones with a microphone. It’s just that we can hear each other’s voices, it will be much more convenient.”
Vitaly did not quite understand why.
But he couldn't refuse the girl, could he? One of those whose avatars caused him to fly thoughts and even actions that he would never admit to? In general, how can one drop the image of a good-natured intellectual with stars in his eyes?
“That’s great,” came out of the headphones with a hint of satisfaction in his voice.
After a pause, she added:
“I liked your comments on misanthropy. Tell me, do you really think that neurotechnologies can lead to the splitting of humanity into separate stases?
This question continued the highbrow discussion that had begun back in the correspondence, a discussion from which Vitaly learned that his interlocutor really did take him for an intellectual.
“I think so,” he coughed. - This is quite obvious, especially since today's humanity cannot be fully called unified.
He himself still could not move away from the realization that he was now communicating via voice communication with a girl, and even such a strict, businesslike, authoritative one - who, in addition to everything else, seemed to consider him authoritative.
I also think that nothing lasts forever. There was a slight chuckle from the other end of the line. - Supporters of the imperishable are somewhat tiring.
For a few moments, the interlocutor fell silent:
I am glad that I came across your blog not so long ago. It was purely by chance that I noticed your posts, they stood out in the community feed thanks to the poisonous green avatar. Without the avatar, I would scroll through the browser page.
“Oh, I drew it in Paint,” Vitaly admitted smugly. And then he himself fell silent - did Stirlitz blurt out too much?
It seems that lamers are drawn in Paint.
- Paint no? - in the voice of the interlocutor flashed a barely noticeable irony. “I use it sometimes myself. A good editor, although non-commercial, is somewhat more convenient than Photoshop.
Vitaly bit his tongue. Everything is fine, she did not guess that it was about the usual Paint from Microsoft.
“An avatar is an important thing in its own way,” Nolenz continued as if nothing had happened. - It should attract attention, but at the same time not cut the eyes, be elegant and stylish.
“Like you,” he said successfully.
Her voice trailed off for a couple of moments.
- Do you like my avatar? Thank you, of course, but I would not call it particularly stylish. A light chuckle was heard. "No, really, do you like her?"
“Very much,” Vitaly admitted. And, after hesitating, he dared to ask: "Is that you?"
- My photo, reduced several times and cropped at the edges, everything is as it should be in accordance with the requirements of GOST.
Here the voice of the interlocutor at once became insinuating, gaining some thoughtfulness:
Why are you suddenly interested in this?
Vitali hesitated.
“Well… interesting.
She was silent for a while. From the faint sounds coming from the other end of the channel, it seemed that she was either chewing her lips, or swallowing saliva, or drinking coffee.
“I know,” she finally said, “that a lot of guys don’t have a very clear relationship with girl avatars. Sometimes these avatars awaken fantasies in them, sometimes they lead them to strange thoughts.
Her voice became sweeter.
“I don’t know about others, but sometimes it makes me a little nervous to think about it.
Her intonation dropped in confidence.
“Tell me, did you have fantasies when you looked at my avatar?” Have you lost... control over yourself?
“T-lost,” Vitaly admitted after a moment.
And almost immediately he felt his cheeks burning, and the parquet wooden floor crumbling from under his feet. But it was too late to do anything.
What has been said cannot be taken back.
He thought he heard Nolenz's melodious laughter. Although if so, she immediately cut him off, returning her solemn seriousness to her voice.
“Tell me,” she coughed a little, “do you like doing this, looking at the avatars of girls on blogs?” Not only mine, but in general?
He opened his mouth. Closed and reopened.
“I like it…” he admitted.
His cheeks reddened more than ever.
- Like what? - Nolenz's voice dropped almost to a whisper, becoming at the same time somehow conspiratorial, almost intriguing. - Do what? Could you say it out loud, for my sake, in the whole sentence? I would like to hear how you pronounce it.
It sounded like she was licking her lips.
“I…” Vitaly bit his lip.
It would be wrong to say that hosts of paranoid thoughts did not rush through his head. “Record my voice on tape for others to hear? And how will she prove that this is my voice, and not her friend? After all, I just signed up for Skype, and not under a blog name.”
“I… like… m-masturbating… looking at girl avatars… on blogs.”
By the end of the uttered phrase, Vitaly was red as a pepper, and his hands, as if by themselves, moved under the table. However, even though the third word was barely audible, he was beginning, oddly enough, to regret it a little.
“Repeat,” whispered sweetly through the headphones.
Vitaly brought up Nolenz's profile page, with her discussed avatar.
“I… like to masturbate looking at girl avatars on blogs,” he breathed.
His hand almost did not get out of his trousers.
There was a low laugh.
- You liked it, didn't you? Not what you did, but what you said... Were you ashamed, scared and sweet to say it?
She hit the spot, no matter how strange it may seem. His trousers were swollen, he thanked all the great forces for the fact that their conversation was not going through the keyboard.
"Very much," he admitted almost hoarsely.
It seemed to him that she licked her lips again. Her voice became slower, but at the same time more honeyed.
- What are you doing right now? No,” she added hastily, “if you don't want to, you don't have to talk. But...
Nolenz elegantly paused.
Something in his stomach turned over. She wants to know what he's up to now. Undoubtedly, she guesses something, and longs to hear it in the most direct terms.
"I'm... looking at your avatar."
— M.
The sound she made was most simply translated as "m". Intonationally, it could be translated as "And?".
“My arm… is in trousers now.
- AND? - This time it was exactly "and?".
Vitaly involuntarily blushed again, it never occurred to him that a clarification could also be requested for the last phrase.
"He-na..." He tried in vain to swallow the lump in his throat. - Squeezes h-dick ...
Well, a sacramental word sounded, although quite innocent, as long as it is about mathematics or the CPSU.
Vitaly fell silent, breathing heavily and only hoping from the edge of his consciousness that now, when the conversation had gone so far, there would be no rollback due to an unsuccessful word.
“I see you really like my avatar.
Nolenz's voice this time did not sound particularly sweet, there was only perhaps even satisfaction, but all the same, from the very realization that the strict business lady from the photo in front of him actually allowed, sanctioned masturbation on herself right at that moment, Vitaly almost lost his pants with lightning speed and involuntarily.
- Tell...
The interlocutor's voice confidentially dropped again. For some reason, Vitaly had the feeling that she was slightly stretched forward, sitting in headphones in front of the screen.
- Tell. You like to obey a complete stranger, don't you? Say shameless things, - here her voice trembled a little, as if breaking into laughter, - shameful things, following her will?
“Crazy… I like it,” Vitaly admitted. His hands were taken away from his trousers, but his knees wobbled in the chair.
“Does it turn you on,” she whispered, “risk?” Danger of compromise... danger of disgrace...
Vitaly opened his mouth. And swallowed his saliva.
- Yes...
“Then,” her tone became conspiratorial again, “I could tell you how you can do something risky.” Sweet, scary and embarrassing, even if not for more than a minute.
She was theatrically silent for a few moments.
— You could open your profile, right now. In the next window, so as not to lose the pleasure of watching mine. Open the menu, edit information "About yourself".
Nolenz was silent a little longer, only her breathing was heard in the headphones.
"Write there," she finally said, "about what you like to do... looking at girl avatars on blogs." Write just for a couple of minutes - then you can erase.
Vitaly's fingers froze awkwardly over the keyboard.
— Are you afraid?
No, now in the voice of the interlocutor, laughter rolled over.
“It’s deep night now, it’s almost morning,” she said in a conspiratorially quiet tone, “everyone has been sleeping for a long time. The likelihood that someone will look into your profile at this very moment is not only minimal, it is at zero. You can place this inscription there not even for a couple of minutes, but for half an hour, no one will notice it anyway. But I, - her voice became honeyed, - I would like to see this inscription on your profile.
Vitaly's fingers touched the unusually tight keys. It looks like his head is spinning.
What bad can happen if he does this? Will she take a screenshot? But any screenshot can be declared a fake drawn in the same Paint, and Google and Yandex do not index the blogs of the local service - such a nice little thing from the site owner. Or will she invite someone to look at his profile? But now there really is no one on the line, this can be seen at least from the status of blogger friends in his profile. Or will the connection drop? But he has a mobile phone from which you can access the site in a completely different way, and he remembers the password to the account.
"I like to masturbate looking at girl avatars on blogs."
The cursor swam over the on-screen "Submit" button...
"Wonderful," Nolenz's voice gave off a pleasant coolness, fresh cheerfulness, as if she were praising him for the exercise he had done. — An excellent epigraph to the diary.
It looks like she swallowed her saliva.
But that's not all, is it?
What is it about?
“You like it,” she whispered sweetly hot, “to do it while looking at my avatar as well.” You are doing it right now. Would you like to share this information with your profile?
It was true, Vitaly's paranoid fears were flooded almost to the top with lust, and even now he did not take his eyes off Nolenz's comely avatar, once again moving his hand in his trousers, as if driving away the last remnants of common sense.
- What to write? he breathed.
The wording was not his forte now.
“Well... write that you are right now... uh... masturbating shamelessly on Nolenz. That your hand is in your trousers. That you can't take your eyes off her.
Vitaly's fingers ran over the keyboard as quickly as possible, and part of this swiftness was probably fueled by the desire to press them again to the notorious trousers.
"Send".
The voice of the interlocutor became almost purring.
“Do you like to obey…?” she whispered again, repeating the question already asked.
Vitaly opened his mouth. Closed it.
And he didn't answer.
"Write about that, too," murmured through the headphones. - About how you dream to obey me. About how you'd like to...become...my sex slave. Is this partly true?
His trousers were a stake.
“Right now, at the moment, I'm masturbating shamelessly on Nolenz. My hand is in trousers, I can't take my eyes off her avatar. I dream so much to obey her, to become her sex slave.”
Why this literary polishing, if it is already dark in his eyes?
“Mm, that’s good,” he said through the headphones. She obviously reloaded her browser page to admire the new status of her profile entries. “It turns you on, doesn’t it?”
"Oh yes," he breathed.
Her intonations definitely sparkled with laughter.
It would be nice if you mentioned that as well.
He opened his mouth again.
— H... how?
- Well, - Nolenz's voice became businesslike and as if bantering, - write that you are ... um ... a preoccupied wanker. Is that also the case?
Vitaly's fingers lay again on the keyboard.
“Write that you,” she whispered, “obscenely and dirty dream about every girl whose comments you see on the Web. That you have sperm coming out of your ears and nostrils, that your intelligent mask is just a fake and a pretense that your hands are constantly ... mmm ... in trousers. Or not, - she purred barely audibly, - you better write "in your pants."
The cursor touched the Submit button again.
“How I would like to see you now,” laughter sparkled in her voice again, “it’s a pity, the principles forbid me to consider the people with whom I contact through the Network.
In the depths of his soul, Vitaly was glad of these principles of hers, although he did not understand them at all.
“But this,” she said slowly and quietly, “makes me think…”
Nolenz was silent for a minute.
- You could take a picture now. The way you sit. Pulling your hot organ out of your trousers, which you are caressing now ... and putting your free hand to your mouth, sticking your finger inside ...
Her voice again became a hot sweet whisper, alluring and enveloping.
“Don’t be afraid,” whispered in the headphones, “I won’t even look at this photo. If you're skinny, humpbacked, fat... Just take a picture like that, post it on Irradial.Ru, and put a link to it in your profile... just for a minute. The last... the last prank. Just to be honest. I want you to do it.
Her intonation dropped mysteriously.
“You want it yourself, don’t you?”
Vitaly did not remember where he found the mobile phone. The fuss with the timer, which still did not want to be set to fifteen seconds instead of ten, was almost erased from memory.
Sitting in a chair, he pulled his inflamed machine out of his trousers, fixing his eyes on Nolenz's avatar, on Nolenz's coldly businesslike avatar, now expanded to almost the entire page and almost driving him crazy.
Vitaly groaned softly...
The second picture was ready after half a minute. The first had to be rejected, as the person being photographed forgot about the position of the fingers.
Placing it on the hosting took less time. It turned out that Irradial.Ru does not allow you to delete once published, well, is it not so important if the address of the photo is not known to anyone yet?
"Send".
Vitaly's gaze again slid over the text already typed and hanging in the profile.
“I like to masturbate looking at girl avatars on blogs.
Right now, this minute, I'm masturbating shamelessly on Nolenz. My hand is in trousers, I can't take my eyes off her avatar. I so dream to obey her, to become her sex slave.
I am a horny wanker who dreams obscenely and dirty about every girl whose comments I see on the Web. Sperm is flowing from my ears and nostrils, my intelligent mask is only a fake and a pretense, my hands are constantly in my pants ... "
Below is a link to a photo.
Shouldn't it be time to delete all this before some random night owl wanders into this profile? And in general, what did a completely unfamiliar girl with a cold-business avatar divorce him for in half an hour? ..
- Good boy.
Now the irony didn't just roll in Nolenz's voice, it seethed like a storm, seethed like a volcano. Although it seemed that the lady was trying to hide it for some reason.
“Now… um.” Did she bite her lip there? How many edits did you make, five or six? You know what, replace the ellipsis at the end with a dot. And let me admire the text just for a second before I erase it.
Vitaly complied with the request and clicked "Send".
“YOU EXCEED THE MAXIMUM PERMISSIBLE NUMBER OF PROFILE EDIT IN THE MINIMUM INTERVAL OF TIME. THE NEXT EDIT OF YOUR PROFILE WILL BE POSSIBLE IN THREE DAYS.”
He looked at the screen in disbelief, not immediately understanding what was written, but from the first moment the red lines appeared, realizing that something irreparable had happened.
There was noise in his ears.
The noise grew louder and weaker, rolling in ripples until he realized that he could hear a muffled laugh through his own blood.
Nolenz?
- Something is wrong? she interrupted the said sounds and inquired with calm politeness.
He sucked in more air into his chest and let it out immediately.
Panicking, screaming, begging, threatening - only to amuse her even more.
"It's... all right, Nolenz," he choked out. - But why?
"Well, why can't I just be a normal pervert who enjoys this?" The coldly polite voice trembled slightly, giving out suppressed chuckles. “Perhaps I like to expose empty concepts and false symbols. Maybe I'm turned on by popping soap bubbles with a stick.
He tensed, trying to process her words.
- Another reason is my sister, who also has a blog account here. Nolenz's voice sounded like she was smiling. — The naive girl was impressed by the radiance of pseudo-intellectual garlands with discussions about tachyons, misanthropy and singularity, imposing politeness and thoughtful seriousness, so that before she became too carried away by a virtual dummy, before she had time to fall in love, I decided to show her the reverse side of her nascent idol.
There was a chuckle in the headphones.
“I bet her that more than half an hour would be enough for me.