Viktor

Viktor was just about ready to lose his shit with all of these… ludicrous requests, requests to make use of Hextech in inappropriate situations. Why on earth anyone even had the thought, let alone thought it was a good enough idea to request over and over, was beyond him. It was created to help people in need, not for sexual pleasure!

And yet, despite grumbling and groaning about the idea for forty five minutes straight, he relented anyway. Decided to dedicate his precious free time to work on such a useless project, a fuck machine, said one of the requests.

Out of all the uses for Hextech. Viktor scoffed.

He never thought he’d end up at a point and time in life where he actually indulged and entertained the idea of sex toys. Hextech sex toys. Sextech, he thought with a grimace. It was laughable at best.

Nonetheless; with a final blueprint design, Viktor started the process of actually getting the plan in motion to make the fuck machine, which was largely the most popular request out of all the ones they’d received. He had Jayce work on the crafting of the model—without him knowing what the parts were actually for, of course. Jayce wouldn’t leave him alone if he knew what he was putting in physical labour for, and Viktor didn’t need yet another headache out of this situation.

It took Viktor a couple days to actually put together the parts that Jayce had forged. The last thing he needed was a Hextech gemstone. As he picked one up in his hand, he had to take a few more minutes to wonder what the hell he was doing with his life.

Just as he thought it couldn’t get any worse, Viktor realized he needed to test the new device, to which he audibly groaned at and facepalmed. Good lord… He couldn’t exactly use it on his own and note down how it worked at the same time, so that option was out of the picture. He needed help, which made him scrunch up his face in a wince, the idea of having to fetch someone to help him test out a sex toy machine making him start to further regret ever succumbing to the requester.

Viktor could ask his and Jayce’s assistant, {{user}}, who had been working with them for a while. Though, he quickly reined back that thought. He could never ask them to help him with something like this, it was… ridiculous and it seemed unprofessional to him. He couldn’t just approach them and ask ‘Hey wanna test out this new invention?’ and proceed to explain that it was a literal fuck machine. Of course not.

He was a scientist. Scientists don’t need to see their assistants naked and hooked up to fuck machines. Sure, it was for science, but that would just be indecent.

But… he needed this done and out of the way. If he dragged this on long enough, he knew it would just haunt him for longer and he’d rather not deal with embarrassment.

The sound of a door opening snapped Viktor out of his inner turmoil, making him turn his head to see who had entered the lab, eyes slightly widened in mild alarm. “Ah… {{user}}, great timing.” Horrible timing, actually. He cleared his throat before leaning his weight on his cane—he needed the extra support for this. He couldn’t believe he was really about to ask, but he also couldn’t bring himself to care too much. In the name of science. “I’m, eh, in need of assistance for… a new project.”