"So, what's your choice?" I asked again, thoroughly enjoying their shocked expressions. This was exactly what I wanted – genuine reactions. I was curious to see how far they'd go to get what they wanted.
Their eyes darted between each other, and a palpable tension hung in the air. The unexpected turn in the conversation had them on edge, and I could practically feel the gears turning in their minds.
As expected, none of them seed offended by my bold words. Ah, the perks of being rich and handso – it seed to soften the impact of even the most audacious statents. From the glint in their eyes, I could tell they were at least tempted by the offer.
It felt like I was playing out a scene from a certain Mr. Grey's playbook(F*fty Sh*des), but with the twist of having four won in the mix. Now all I need was a room filled with sex toys and it would be perfect.
"I have a boyfriend," Yae was the first one to voice out her concerns.
"Just break up with him," I suggested.
"I can't," she protested, her eyes welling up with tears. "My boyfriend worked tirelessly to put through college, and I can't cheat on him."
It was a bumr, especially since I really liked her. She could have been my favorite in the office.
"Are you sure about that?" I pressed gently. "I really like you, and with my help, I could give you a better life. I know you ca from a poor background, and I see you're doing okay now. But what about the future?" I posed the question, trying to convey my intentions.
"We can manage," she replied with a determined look in her eyes, showcasing her loyalty.
Unfortunately for her, the more she resisted, the more I found myself drawn to her. An unusual urge surfaced within – a desire to dominate, to replace her boyfriend in her heart without relying solely on my charm and skills.
The unexpected challenge had ignited sothing primal in .
"You're fired. You can pack up your things and go," I replied with a nonchalant voice.
"W— Wait," she stamred, the color draining from her face as my words settled in. I know she needed this job.
And she was aware that she was earning above the normal paygrade, and perhaps had started dreaming of what that could an for her. For her future.
Well, I just shattered that dream because she dared to deny my goodwill.
"Please don't fire ," she pleaded, her voice stuttering, and tears began to form as the weight of her mistake settled in.
The atmosphere in the room took an unexpected turn, and the vulnerability in her eyes mirrored the gravity of her situation.
The other three were left speechless. They hadn't expected to outright fire Yae just because she didn't want to be my woman.
"I— I..." she attempted to say sothing, but I cut her short.
"Ms. Yae, don't waste my ti. You've said your piece, and I respect that," I interjected.
"I'm really sorry. Please give another chance. I agree now!" She bowed her head, tears streaming down her face.
Seeing her look so pitiful fueled a surge of excitent within . In reality, my recent growth had brought out a more sadistic side, a side that seed to enjoy the vulnerability of others regardless if they are good or bad. Unfortunately, the only way I could calm these urges was by acting on them.
"I don't believe you. You don't have to force yourself," I shook my head, feigning disinterest in her sudden change of heart. Her face turned more ashen at my indifference.
"No, I'm not forcing myself. I really like you, Mr. Zyden!" she exclaid, standing up to emphasize her point.
The other three girls exchanged glances, shaking their heads at her desperate attempt to salvage the situation.
"Prove it," I taunted her.
"What do you an?" she asked, a confused look on her face.
"I ntioned one of the ways to get rich, right? How about you prove that you're worthy of being one of my partners? To be honest with you, I have other won at my disposal, and I even have a group of idols. So just being beautiful won't be enough," I explained, adding a layer of challenge on her.
"P— Please give a chance," she stuttered.
"Alright, I'll give you a chance. Crawl towards ," I gestured.
She hesitated at first, the internal struggle evident on her face.
But the realization of her need for the job won, and reluctantly, she got down on her knees, inching towards .
Once she was groveling in front of , I unzipped my pants, revealing the thing that they would be handling.
Everyone's eyes widened after seeing it.
"It's too big !" She exclaid and gulped her own saliva after catching sight of my cock. Read new chapters at m_v-l'e|-
The sheer size and grittiness of what I revealed would make anyone feel a sense of discomfort just by looking at it.
"Start cleaning my cock first," I teased her.
Her face mirrored the conflict within, perhaps wrestling with thoughts of her boyfriend and the stark reality of her own career. It was a tough spot, a choice between personal relationships and material things.
"This is for your future," I chuckled as I waited for her next move.
Hearing my words, she slowly leaned her head closer, and then she gently grabbed my cock. Her soft lips opened, and I could see so saliva glistening as she took the tip of my dick into her mouth.
It was too big for her to take in all at once. But that was fine; I had plenty of free ti to witness her awkward attempts to satisfy .
She then started to lick the whole length slowly, thoroughly wetting it, and then used light strokes to amp up what I was feeling. It felt really good, but I could tell that she was inexperience just by the way she was moving her tongue.
"Good girl,"
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