Crazy Seduction(erotica)

They traded uneasy glances, and the police officers pulled out their guns.

“Ok, Edmund. We are going to remove you from the room and take you to a place you can get cleaned up.”

“Oh… ok.” Edmund said, looking down at the corpse again. He licked his lips.

Two officers entered the room, one with handcuffs and the other with his gun drawn.

Edmund allowed himself to be cuffed and pushed from the room.

The moment he was in the antechamber Edmund made a loud click and scanned his red eyes around the room. He planted his feet as he stared at Karl.

“MONSTER!” he screamed, yanking his arms apart. The links between the cuffs surrendered with a ping and Edmund was leaping at Karl, claws out.

A single loud crack filled the room, and Edmund’s head exploded in a red mist. His twitching body collided with Karl and the two went down in a pile.

Karl bellowed for someone to get the body off of him, so Arnd and Heller dragged it to the side. Karl was gagging as he was covered in blood.

Heller trembled with relief now that Edmund was dead. The hooked claws and long teeth finished the resemblance Edmund had to the stories his grandfather told him.

The dead man in the room might have been the assassin sent because of his report.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

He looked back to the officer whose shot saved Karl. The woman’s calm and lovely eyes stared back, her expression blank. Ah, a second assassin then and an expert shot too. He glanced at Karl who he now assumed was a member of the Hidden Races too. He must have reported Edmund to the Hidden Races Council as well. They were damn lucky they were sent a second assassin.

The Council moved quickly. Another shiver ran down his spine.

He’d be revisiting all of his childhood nightmares tonight.

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“No firewall is unbreakable! For every lock, there is a key!”

Graham rolled his eyes as he listened to Kent spewing his favorite catchphrase for the umpteenth time. If he weren’t such good friends with the security tech nerd, he’d reach across the table and slap him.

“I’m just telling you what I heard. This young chick in Japan submitted a school project that incorporated a firewall that has yet to be penetrated,” Graham insisted.

“Ohhhh… a Japanese school girl? I bet she hasn’t been penetrated either!” Kent giggled.

“Dude! Gross!” Graham hissed as he gave his friend a warning glance then looked to see if anyone overheard them. Their shared interest in hardcore hentai was a secret they both needed to keep that way to keep their jobs.

Kent nodded his head with an apologetic look across the table. “Seriously though, send me the address, and I’ll take a look.”

Graham tapped a few things on his tablet and set it down again, returning to his sandwich. “Done,” he said around a big bite, and a piece of it fell out of his mouth.

“Dude! Gross!” Kent said with a big grin on his face. They both broke into laughter and Graham had to struggle to keep from spewing the rest of his mouthful.

After they’d eaten, Kent passed a comic book to Graham containing a micro USB drive with the latest three episodes of their favorite lolicon hentai series. Kent then made his way back to his desk. He nodded to a few coworkers on the way. He didn’t notice that most ignored him.

He so loved working for the NSA. He loved hacking into other people’s computers and, working for the good guys; now he had permission to do it! He hadn’t caught any terrorists yet, but he’d only had the job for a little under five years.

Kent made his way back to his desk and frowned when he got there.

Someone had left another box of tissues and a small bottle of hand lotion next to his keyboard. Worse than that there was- he hoped it was yogurt, dripped across the keyboard and on his mouse.

“You think that’s funny, but it’s pathetic!” he called out to the mental morons who played the prank. He thought he heard chuckling, but he wasn’t sure which of these jerks was laughing at him.

He pushed the lotion and tissue into the trash can immediately. Once, he’d taken them home as, hey! Free lotion and tissues! Then he’d discovered they were both laced with capsaicin. His cock and right hand had been in burning agony for days.

He unplugged the soiled keyboard and mouse, setting them aside to rinse off later. These were just decoys anyway. Unlocking his drawer, he pulled out his real keyboard and mouse. It wasn’t the first time someone messed with his desk. He’d gone to his manager once, but that had yielded nothing. So he took care of it himself.

He’d thought that once he was clear of the jocks and mental weaklings in high school and college and had a real job, the abuse would stop. What made its continuance doubly disappointing was the fact that tech nerds surrounded him! The very people who’d endured the abuse alongside him through their school careers.

Giving himself a shake and taking a deep breath, he pulled up the email Graham sent him. Work always made him feel better. He loved sneaking past someone’s firewall to peer into their inner network and the data they were trying to hide. It gave him a feeling of satisfaction and power.

Kent was pre-authorized to go wherever he pleased on the net, aside from government or military sites, as he’d passed every certification test the NSA had. His skills were second to none, he came and went without leaving a trace, and senior management valued that.

Making his way to the Japanese school’s firewall, he saw it was one for which they had backdoor access. So, with a contemptuous snort, he slipped inside. He polled the available access and found the computer lab. Paydirt! He found the open port for the school girl’s project. He set up a scanner to read all packets coming to and leaving the port and started a log to record the data. That done he backed out ensuring he left no backtrace and smiled to himself. Tomorrow morning he’d have something to review. He’d find the key to the lock on that innocent looking port. He couldn’t wait.

The rest of the day was fairly dull. He rinsed off the decoy keyboard and mouse and reinstalled them before heading out. He made his way home and spent the evening slipping past the firewalls of his favorite animation studios to make copies of their latest creations. Two more episodes of Graham’s favorite Loli series. He thought the lead character was just a little too sweet-natured, but his friend was obsessed with her. Whatever, it made Graham happy.

He checked his dark web bulletin board and served a few requests for illicit vids to his customers, depositing the bitcoin in his offshore account. He wondered how Graham would react if he discovered Kent provided a means to distribute the real stuff. Would he turn him in to the authorities or would he ask to participate? As Kent didn’t know for sure, Graham could never learn this secret.

The next morning he rushed in and retraced his steps to the Japanese school’s computer lab. He saw the log file was still there but hadn’t grown very much. So, not a lot of traffic. He transferred the log file out and cleared all references to the transfer from the school’s network. Once more he slipped out of their network clearing his tracks.

Now the real work could begin. Kent opened the log and reviewed the packet data. There was the header, and that was fairly straightforward. He saw the source and destination addresses but when he looked at the data it was encrypted. No matter, he applied his analysis tool to identify the type. That took a little time, and Kent felt his excitement rising the longer it took. This might be something good!

The tool finally pinged, and he felt a little disappointed as it displayed the match. It was such a simple and antiquated encryption method it was one of the last to be checked. Damn. He decrypted one of the packets and looked at the contents. He looked at the packet’s data, and all he saw was a series of gibberish characters. More encryption used inside the encrypted packet? He extracted the characters and started his analysis tool on that. The long wait and no match. Maybe it was another key? Keys inside keys was a possibility. He needed to look at another packet to see if its data was different.

He created a script to extract the data from every packet he collected and soon he had a folder with 250 distinct files. He ran a comparison script, and all 250 files came back as unique. So, there was a chance that this wasn’t gibberish but hidden data. He thought there was a very good chance. It was just using an unknown encryption method. Sweet!

Kent requested access to the NSA’s decryption engine. Based on a massive series of supercomputers, it would look for patterns at a pace no human mind could ever achieve. While he waited for permission, he prepared the input file for decryption, inputting each data file he’d extracted and added the header data next to each.

He had time, so he investigated the destination address. The packets went to an IP based in New York. Hmmm…

A little more poking and he had the company data. VRL Investments in Manhattan. Why was a Japanese school girl’s high school project communicating with an investment house in the US? With a little more investigation, he discovered the student, Jun Imamura, was the daughter of Minister Imamura, a high ranking official in Japan’s government.

He poked at VRL’s firewall, and it refused him access, so he wrapped his packets in the antique encryption and borrowed some ID’s from the stolen packets. Running his connection test again, he was pleased to see he was inside. Before him was a listing of the company directories. He dipped inside one and brought up a listing of files. Spreadsheets. The date stamps on the files were yesterday. He set up a download script to grab a sample then pushed back in his chair with a deep sense of disappointment. The firewall in place at VRL was so simple to break. Worse, he found no evidence of the mysterious encryption. He knew the packets shipped from the school to the investment house, but after scanning the network, he found no sign of the packets. Verdict, dull with anomalies. A call from his section chief drew his attention away.