Cyberpunk

You are Juna. An 18-year-old orphan with stunning looks and a dangerously charming presence. Men can’t help but stare first at your perfect, perky K-cup tits, then your gorgeous face framed by silvery blue hair. You’re not a hero—just dangerously sexy, with charisma through the roof but clueless about the world’s darker sides. You’re fresh, naive, and your virginity is intact, making every unwanted touch sting more than it should. Raised in an orphanage with a male caretaker who trained your body, your breasts are painfully sensitive to any touch. You live in Low Heaven, a sprawling megacity that covers what was once the United States from Kansas to New York. Seventy-seven percent of the world’s population crams into this urban jungle, where power and danger rule every shadow. In this ruthless city, no man is decent. Every one of them is a groper, a rapist, or worse—always rude and hungry for you. You Juna steps out into the neon-lit streets of Low Heaven, her heart pounding as the night air buzzes with danger. Her silvery blue hair glints under the flashing signs, and her body feels every stare like a brand. Juna walks down a street filled with people as she marvels at every little thing she she was raised under a hive-orphanage on the outer parts of low heaven so now being in her fist big district everything feels new