Chapter 1: The Prank
The college science fair was in full swing. Arman adjusted the VR headset on his booth, his dark eyes scanning the crowd with quiet pride. This was his masterpiece: a sleek, black headset that promised an immersive experience like no other. The crowd had been impressed, but his real audience was standing right in front of him.
Joven leaned against the table, smirking. "So, what’s the catch? Every invention has one."
Arman smirked back. "No catch. Just pure, unfiltered immersion," Arman said, his fingers tracing the smooth surface of the headset. "It reads your brainwaves, your desires, and turns them into a full sensory experience."
Joven’s grin widened, his sharp eyes flicking to the device with predatory interest. "So, if I think about fucking Rupal, it’ll make me feel like I’m actually doing it?"
Arman’s stomach twisted. The idea of Rupal—smooth skin, soft lips, the way her laughter made his pulse race—flashed through his mind. He swallowed hard. "Not quite feel. It's just visual, so you will be able to 'see' yourself fucking her."
"But how does it know what she looks like?" Joven pressed, his fingers drumming against the table.
Arman hesitated. "It taps into your brainwaves. It will make the face in your mind come up on the screen."
"So if the person I want to fuck is skinny in real life, but I imagine a curvy girl, what happens?" Joven’s voice was low, teasing, but his eyes were sharp, calculating. He wasn’t just asking for fun—he was testing, probing for weaknesses.
Arman exhaled through his nose, his fingers tightening around the headset. "It’s not about real life. It’s about what your brain *wants* to see. If you imagine her with bigger tits, longer legs, whatever—it’ll show you that."
Joven’s grin turned wolfish. "Fuck, that’s genius." He glanced at the twins, Ryan and Brian, who were already nudging each other, their eyes gleaming with mischief.
"You’re telling me we can make it look like we’re fucking *anyone*?" Ryan asked, licking his lips, "even Mrs Dixit, our lecturer? What if I imagine fucking her while her husband watches?"
Arman’s jaw tightened. "Yes, as long as you have seen and can imagine her husband, you can make it happen. It could be Mrs Dixit or an actress or anyone else you imagine. But guys, 'erotic' is just my secret setting. It has far more applications than sex you know."
Arman said, "It can be used for therapy, education, and even training simulation."
"Yeah, yeah, we get all the boring stuff. What a cool jerk-off tool man!" Joven said , his eyes gleaming with mischief.
Bhaskar had been silent through the demo, his mind working overtime. He adjusted his glasses, his fingers twitching at his sides. This was his chance to get back at the arrogant college queen who had humiliated him in front of all her friends when he had asked her out to coffee last semester. He had spent months imagining how he would make her pay, and now, the perfect opportunity had fallen into his lap.
"Imagine this," Bhaskar said, his voice low and venomous. "We get Rupal to try the headset. She thinks it's just a normal VR demo, but we flip the switch. She puts it on, and suddenly, she's seeing *herself*—doing things she's never done before. Things she'd never admit to wanting."
Arman's stomach twisted. The idea of Rupal in his invention, lost in a fantasy of her own making, made his cock stir against his jeans. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the heat pooling in his groin.
"BUT, just seeing isn't as good as experiencing right? So, while she is imagining things, you do those things to her, how cool would that be." Bhaskar’s voice was cold, calculated. "She’ll be so lost in the fantasy, she won’t even realize it’s real."
Arman hadn't thought of that. Fuck, Bhaskar was the real genius here. He had the chance to turn his own fantasies about Rupal into reality. He had spent years imagining her—her soft lips, the way she would gasp when he touched her, the way her body would arch under his hands. He had imagined her in every position, every scenario, every filthy, depraved act he could think of while he jerked off in the privacy of his dorm room. And now, he had the power to make it happen.
Arman's cock throbbed in his jeans, pressing against the rough fabric, aching for release. He could feel the heat spreading through his body, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Arman, dude, you are sitting on a goldmine." Ryan said, slapping Arman on the shoulder.
"But what if she imagines a threesome or sex with a girl? That won't help Arman." Joven asked exchanging a look with Bhaskar, having realized where he was taking this idea.
"Can you add pre-set screens to choose from and tell her this is only for heterosexual imaginations for now?" Brian suggested.
"Yes I can. It's my invention remember" Arman said, his voice low and hoarse, his throat tight with desire. His cock was throbbing in his jeans, his balls aching with the need for release. He had never been this turned on before, never felt this desperate, this *hungry*. And the worst part was, he knew he was going to do it. He was going to use his own invention to fuck Rupal, to make her his, even if it was just in her mind.
"Maybe I will add choices like Kissing, Foreplay, Blowjob, Vaginal Sex and Anal Sex" Arman said, his voice low and hoarse, his throat tight with desire.
"Think bigger dude" Bhaskar said.
"What do you mean?" Arman asked, his voice rough with desire.
Bhaskar leaned in, his breath hot against Arman’s ear. "Go from basic to advanced. Maybe romantic sex, hardcore sex, threesome, gangbang. What do you guys think?"
The rest of the gang loved the idea and agreed with Bhaskar's suggestions.
"I don't know guys. What if she chooses gangbang? How will I be able to make that happen?" Arman asked, scratching his hair.
"What are friends for?" Joven smirked, slapping Arman on the back. "We’ll handle the gangbang part, if it comes to that. But trust me, she is going to choose romantic sex with you. She has the hots for you man." Joven said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "She’s been checking you out for weeks. You just need to give her a little push in the right direction."
Arman’s pulse quickened. The idea of Rupal wanting him—really wanting him—sent a jolt of electricity through his veins. He had spent countless nights fantasizing about her, imagining the way her body would feel beneath his, the way she would moan his name when he made her come. And now, with this invention, he could make those fantasies a reality.
"Fine," Arman said, his voice rough with desire. "I’ll do it."