Adam was in a very good mood.

His armor was cracked and in many places shattered. His servos were strained and hard to move. His frame was beaten to a point that many would look at him and question his ability to move. His entire left arm was gone, sheared off at the bicep area by a railgun shot that he couldn't activate his Sandevistan in time for.

That was the best damn fight he had had in a while, even better than his tussle with the kid. Granted the kid could have pushed him farther if Adam didn't have his weapons for that fight, but he did and purposefully limiting oneself on the job is a good way to get killed. Work and play should be kept entirely separate matters.

He was in such a good mood, he didn't even mind the stupid message PR had sent him. 'We will take this opportunity to update your aesthetics, please delay your repairs for a day.' and an attached image of the most corny bullshit he had seen in a long while.

He sent a message back telling them to change it to something else or he was going to kill half of everyone down there he sees. They quickly responded and asked him to delay his repairs for a day and a half instead. Feels good to have meat listen to him when he talks.

That sniper though, she was a damn satisfying fight. It had been years since he's lost a component like this, and all it took was a single railgun shot that he couldn't fully dodge to do it. He did her the courtesy of killing her really quickly as the building fell on them.

As he was trapped under the rubble, he and Uriel were able to go over the fight in detail. It was going straight into his long term files, a fine addition to his collection for certain. Uriel even got some ideas for upgrading the dye-skinned woman out of it, maybe she'd be useful in a fight in the future.

Mostly as just a turrent, granted, but still useful. The meatbag in that armor had proven that to him. The bossman was happy with the recovered tech too, that railgun was experimental grade-tech and now Arasaka had a still functioning model to work off of. Yes, Adam was in a good mood as he opened the elevator door and walked into his floor.

He sighed regretfully as he looked at his sword. Now that he knew that meatfuckers were already gunning for him and the kid, he couldn't afford to play around with it anymore. It was sad, and it made him sad too. Uriel had suggested trying to use it with Panzerfaust, but running the calculations revealed that it would break the blade before too many uses. Although, if he had something heavier-duty, Uriel suggested, and had an idea…

Footsteps of a moderately high speed alerted him. Judging by the sound they were probably the dye-woman, here to ask him for money or something. Sure enough, she turned the corner and then did something he wasn't expecting. Her eyes widened and she dashed over to him, yelling out as she did.

"Holy shit Big Guy! Are you alright?!" She sounded concerned about something, although Adam wasn't sure what. Then Uriel commented that she's probably alarmed about the damage he took. Ah, she was mostly meat wasn't she, probably best to reassure her somehow.

"I had a good fight. I won." Adam stated simply.

"No, I mean… Your Arm!" She yelled. Adam was confused again, and so was Uriel this time.

"Experimental high-end railgun, I'll have a new one tomorrow."

She stared at him, at a loss of words. She sighed and slumped, before talking much more normally. "Did you enjoy yourself?" She sounded almost resigned.

"Best scrap in a while." At his words, she put her face in her hands for a moment before shaking and looking up.

"I'm glad you had fun, Adam." Ah, that was kind of her. He still wasn't sure why she was upset earlier. Hmm, where was the kid and his girl? He vocalized this question to the dye-girl, who told him that the girl was talking to his handler (fucking finally, you used up hag) and that the kid was with her to make sure no corpo tries anything. Adam thought this was prudent, so he was fine with it.

"Hey, when are you going to take me out?" She said, and Uriel sputtered a bit. She continued, "You've been taking David out to shoot up gonks a lot, but when am I gonna get some of that action?"

Same as the other girl then? Normally that would mean the same answer, but Adam and Uriel had just gone over battle data from a fight with a woman without much cybernetics herself. Unlike the other girl, this one didn't have any particular talent for anything except shooting, so it would have to do.

"You don't have the chrome for it." She was about to get angry about that before Adam continued. "Nor do you need the chrome for it, if you listen to me."

"Alright big guy, where are you going with this?"

"How's your sniping?" It wasn't like she was going to be useful for much else. Not enough chrome to keep up when up close, and not enough skill in anything to be useful outside of holding a gun. Might as well be the biggest gun they can give her.

Fortunately, Adam just recovered a very big fucking gun.

"Not the best, but I can manage, why?

…Eh, he'd have to give her a few tips. Better for her to be another gun than a freeloader.

—

"This thing isn't a sniper rifle. It's not even a crew gun. It's a scaled down naval cannon." Said the seemingly young man in front of the partially dismantled railgun that Adam tore from the assassin's power armor after the crew pulled him and it out of the rubble. He was in a rather spacious room with lots of sensors and scanners and other things that Adam didn't care about scattered about the room.

The 'young' man was Hijitaka Kaneda, Adam's personal techie on Arasaka dime, and he was close to eighty years old at this point. Well, he was actually the techie responsible for 'experimental weapons platforms development and advancement', but considering that Adam was Arasaka's chief killborg, those were basically the same thing.

He stood about six feet tall, had sparse brown stubble and dark brown hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. Most notable were his arms, which he had four of. Two on each side of his body, each controlled with perfect precision. Three of them were fiddling with some sort of screen while the fourth lazily waved in his direction. He was looking fully at Adam, except the camera mounted on his right shoulder, which was still rotated at the screens.

He was in a lab coat, some sort of kevlar body armor underneath that covered his entire body, and loafers. They guy probably slept down here, Adam had never seen him actually leave. The glasses wore were entirely aesthetic, Hijikata wore them because he liked pushing them up whenever someone said something stupid.

"I approve, it's about time they stopped wasting their time with peashooters and started making guns again."

"Figures you would. ACPA grade?"

"More, you could probably use it, but it'd be a pain in the ass. That's probably why they had it on a quad-mounted ACPA, more space to fit the thing on the back than in the arms. You'd need a Dragoon body to handle the thing without an ACPA, and a DaiOni to use it effectively."

Adam remembered the DaiOni, he loved it. It was his favorite frame and he sincerely wished he got more chances to use it. 3.4 meters, 1.12 tons, all death, all destruction, entirely invincible. The Cyberskeleton was such an unbelievable disappointment to fight against in comparison, reliant on some stupid gimmick of gravity rather than pure killing power.

Speaking of the Cyberskeleton…

"The Cyberskeleton was absolute garbage."

"I know, I made that garbage afterall."

"Why?" Hijitaka normally did fairly good work, so the Cyberskeleton being meatshit was unusual.

"Higher ups demanded a humanoid, bipedal frame that used their fancy new gravtech. Fuckers know that the smallest gravtech emitters are still one ton of metal a piece. So I had to upscale it for the frame to hold the fucking thing."

"It still couldn't move without the antigrav."

"Right, so since gravtech emitters get more efficient the more of them you use, I put another one on to handle the weight of the first one. Which means a huge chunk of the system has to be dedicated to keeping the frame mobile at all."

"A technically successful frame."

"They clearly didn't want me to actually succeed this time, it was just about seeing if I could make their gravtech more efficient in the process. I succeeded, of course. One point one to three point two percent weight and bulk reduction across the board. All that for a three ton pile of shit that used a gimmick as its main form of attack."

"They reward you for that?"

"Yep, fifteen million eddies richer and a bottle of aspirin poorer. I got the better of them though when I slipped those sub-hands into the design, fucking worthless and they still gobbled it up. Thing didn't even have any pilot armor, just an exposed torso."

All the while, Hijitaka was looking over the design of the fancy new toy Adam picked up. Hijtaka was beginning to get the way he normally did when looking over a new gun. Of course, the man didn't consider any weapon below fifty caliber to be an actual gun, 'toys' he called those. Anything below one-hundred caliber he called peashooters. It made sense, he used to work on Artillery and naval cannons before Arasaka hired him to make weapon designs for them.

What do you know, what he had in front of him was in fact a proper gun to the high-class fixer.

"Speaking of which, you got your new student or whatever by tearing him out of the thing, didn't you? How'd he do in it? I was working while that business went down and I thought I'd ask you instead of watching the news."

"Tore through a Militech division, needed me to deal with him."

At this Hijitaka paused, and dedicated his attention fully to Adam.

"A division and you? In that pile of garbage?"

"Yes."

"...well I'll be damned, send him my way when he's free, I wanna get feedback from someone who actually pulled that off."

"Right, now I wanna thank you for the gift of the big gun you brought me, but I also wanna ask what you want. Normally you don't bother coming around anymore."

"I need a custom ACPA, Bipedal, that can handle a gun about that big, at least fifty percent as strong."

Hijitaka was getting the look on his face like he was thinking about something, which means he was thinking about something really fucking hard for it to show up visibly.

"...This for someone else? What chrome do they have?"

"Optics and Arms, they cannot get more."

"...give me a challenge, why don't you? Normally I'd tell you to fuck off but between those schematics and this gun I'd say you've earned a custom. I'll work on something in my free time, and get it to you in a few weeks. You'll have to pay me for the parts though."

"Deal."

"Alright, now buzz off, higher ups want this thing fully cracked before the week is over."

"Before I go, how long until the schematics are done?"

"It'll be months more, maybe about ten before they get done. The basics are all already there, we just have to put them together and integrate them to the Smasher standard. That's the hard part. We already got higher-up approval when I started ranting about 'increased mission viability through modular framework and viable machine and martial interface'."

Adam nodded and turned to walk away, but then Hijitaka spoke up again.

"Oh, Adam, how much chrome did you say the pilot of this thing had?"

"Minimal, from what I could tell, the ACPA took care of the handling."

"...I recognize some of the software. Militech basics for the most part."

Adam knew that Hijitaka wouldn't just say that out of nowhere, so he was clearly going somewhere with this.

"And?"

"...Smartware chip interface has the hallmarks of being a Blackhand custom."

— Lewd warning —

"Your new chrome is ready to use, Mr. Smasher! Thank you for bearing with us at the PR department." Chiri Tanaka said to him as he looked at himself in the mirror they had in the room.

It had been some time since he had lips, and the feeling of anything on the lower half of his face was strange. He had no complaints about the rest of it, it didn't impact his functionality when it came to slaughtering meat, and it should be compatible with the new chrome Hijikata was cooking up some months from now.

The only two in the room were himself and the woman who had been annoying him for the last few days, but it looked like they were finally starting to settle on a design for his 'marketing' and 'customer appeal'. Adam personally felt like this was all a waste of time, but he knew that going in when he agreed to cooperate with this.

He flexed his new arm, it had been a while since he had a fight good enough to need anything replaced. To think it was with something that had the bastards influence was just his fucking luck. An entire fight ruined by his fucking existence. It was typical of the fucker to do just that.

"Look at me Smasher, a tenth of your chrome and still kicking your ass!"

Adam snarled at the memory, and noticed the PR woman flinched. Ah, she was still here, he would have thought she would be gone by now. Adam took a good look at the woman.

She was hot, he admitted. She was a little woman with non-garbage hair that so many meatbags nowadays seemed to love. Just a bob cut that went a little below her chin. Her breasts were nice and handful-sized, her hips were a bit meaty. She was in one of those office lady outfits that were somehow still popular even to the modern day.

Adam supposed that made sense, you can't beat the classics. She was practically shivering in front of him, but not moving away as his gaze crawled over her body. Such a timid little thing, huh?

Adam took a step forwards, she flinched and almost stepped back. Adam took another step and she did too this time, away from him. Adam took a third step, but when she tried to back away again she found herself hitting the desk against the wall.

She swallowed, and did her best to not move or look at him as he loomed over her. Adam grinned internally, what a cute little woman, he wanted to be mean to her. They even gave him a brand new Mr. Studd with this frame update.

It had been some time since he had a cock, hasn't it? Might as well break it in.

He cupped her chin with a firm (but gentle, seduction was a delicate art) chrome hand. It was large enough to completely cover her face if he wanted to. He didn't want to do that, he wanted to see her face. He applied pressure until she was forced to look up at him, she was shivering, looking up with wide eyes. If she was just scared he would have stopped, no fun in screaming meat (well, not this kind of screaming).

But her face was flushed, her breath was heavy, and her mouth slightly ajar. She wanted this, why else would she go out of her way to make sure he had the equipment? Women liked to send hidden signals that most men don't pick up on. Adam Smasher was not most men, he was better.

She was likely attracted to the danger and power he represented, and just wanted his face and body to match the image she had of what he could be rather than what he was. Adam Smasher hasn't cared about sex in years, all he's needed was the violence to keep him going.

But she gave him the dick, so why not give it a go? Plus, he was still pissed at that fucker taunting him from whatever shithole he sent the dog after him from. He needed something to relieve stress and the nearest thing he was allowed to kill was at least ten minutes away.

So, she was attracted to his danger and violence? Crude words would do the best here.

"You look like a fuckable piece of meat."

That most certainly did do it. Tanaka shivered and rubbed her legs together. All he had done was walk up, grab her chin, and say a line. Decades out of practice and Adam Smasher still gets a homerun in a single sentence.

She didn't say anything, just rubbed her legs together and breathed in his direction. Well that wouldn't do at all, Adam wanted her to admit it. He squeezed her chin slightly.

"Are you?"

She writhed for a bit, only stopping once he laid a hand on her hip and squeezed lightly. Young fuckers go straight in for sex like it was a race. It wasn't about speed though, it was about momentum. You build it up slowly and let it ride until the finish.

He stopped squeezing, and began to let go.

"If not, I'll go." Never ask the same thing twice, they heard you the first time and know what you want. Asking again makes you look weak, and Adam Smasher does not do weak.

"I-I-Yes."

"Yes what?" he gave another slight squeeze.

"I-I'm a fuckable p-piece of meat, S-sir."

"Good girl."

He raised a smooth chrome leg between her thighs, pressing against her groin and lifting her up. He lowered his face and dominated her mouth with his own. All of her weight was on her groin, and to lift herself up would be to deepen the kiss. She was entirely under his control, and she knew it.

She writhed there, pressing herself down and up, trying to sample both ends. She was clearly enjoying herself.

Adam was too, if he was being honest. He entered the next phase of this domination of the office woman. He grabbed her hips with both hands, drawing a gasp from Chiri. Fun fact, women have sensitive hips.

He started kneading them with his hands, and she lost control. Legs shaking violently, she moaned into his mouth. Score one for Adam, and neither of them had lost any clothes yet.

He lowered his hands down to knead her ass, causing her to resume her convulsions. He grinned into the kiss, this woman was exceptionally fun for his first time in so long. But now was phase two.

He raised her up, pressing against his chest. His pauldrons were slightly in the way, but she was short and small enough that her head could rest between them without trouble. With one hand holding her up, he used the other to slip underneath her mini-skirt and cup around her ass.

She shivered and shook against him, hands trying to seek purchase on his shoulders. He was just a bit too broad and tall for that though, so she found little in the way of handholds. Which meant that her weight was entirely in his hands pressed against her ass. All a part of the plan.

He used one hand to pull her skirt up, and then pull her panties down her legs. He had to adjust his grip about halfway through, but a strategic brush against her groin made that seem intentional. Panties off, he noticed one of the few bits of chrome on her.

A Midnight Lady.

"How naughty."

"Y-yess, my late h-husband wanted it."

"You must have been lonely."

"Y-yesh~." Her words were already starting to slur. He hadn't even put it in yet. A mental command opened up his groin sheathing and exposed his brand new equipment to the open air. He gently rubbed it against her, and she writhed against his chest again.

"Brand new. Want to help me break it in?" Adam asked, fairly sarcastically but still with purpose. It wasn't enough to dominate her, she had to admit to wanting it to. She shuddered and breathed heavily. Eventually, she gasped out.

"Yes~."

Well, a gentleman should oblige a lady, right? Slowly, torturously, he lowered her onto his shaft.

A young fool thinks sex is about depth or speed. They were overeager and stupid. Sex is about pressure and rhythm. The goal was not to simply go in deep, but to apply pressure against the interior walls as you do. Then when you pull back, you maintain this pressure for most of the way before releasing just a tad. At which point you press back in the same way.

Pressure and Rhythm. The two things that make a lady feel appreciated. You have to maintain this careful rubbing. So long as you weren't a meatfucker without any self control, you could maintain these two things near-indefinitely even without any chrome.

The location was important too, not every interior wall was made equal in terms of nervous cell distribution. Adam adjusted his grip so that as he raised and lowered her, he rubbed up against the slightly rougher interior that was facing him. This is called the G-spot, you young bucks, it's not required, but it certainly makes the job faster.

The little woman in his arms gasped and moaned and writhed. Her arms impotently trying to wrap around his neck but being stopped by the guard her own team installed on him. She was actually starting to get rather loud about it too, so Adam shut her up by bending his torso a bit and dominating her mouth again.

In, Out, In, Out

Pressure and Rhythm

The woman shuddered and her legs started shaking again. He put one hand on her hip and squeezed. She started writhing even more than before. Adam outright grinned and increased his speed a tad more.

He could have done all of this without any chrome at all, the chrome just made his job easier.

He was going to have fun with this.

—

Several hours later, Adam Smasher opened the door leading to the hallway and beheld the two guards that were stationed outside. They were looking straight ahead, their faces the picture of pure professionalism. Adam walked by them and to the elevator, he had things to do and an apprentice to teach.

As he walked away he heard them whisper behind him.

"Holy shit, Adam Smasher fucks."

Damn right he does.