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Chapter 110: I Just Want Your Body
🕑 Added 2025-05-09 12:20:35 +0000 UTC[Reality Mode: Activated!]
The moment Solon entered the reality simulation, he noticed Topaz subtly reaching for her gun. He quickly spoke up:
"Why didn't you report this to your superiors or the security department? Or was it that you didn't want to?"
Topaz's expression froze, her retort lacking conviction:
"What's it to you, you despicable scoundrel?"
Solon had already gauged Topaz's mindset perfectly—all that remained was to tighten his grip on her.
"Of course you wouldn't dare tell anyone. After all, you're the company's rising star. A scandal like this would ruin your career completely."
Such a scandal wouldn't get her fired outright, but future promotions would be out of the question once rivals dug up this dirty laundry. When your hands aren't clean, you're bound to slip up.
Had Topaz come from a prestigious family or possessed noble lineage, it might not have been an issue.
But like him, she was just another native bound to the company by a lifetime contract.
A stain like this would virtually guarantee she'd never climb the corporate ladder again.
For someone as ambitious and driven as Topaz, that was unacceptable.
However, as the company's professional debt collector, Topaz wasn't about to be intimidated so easily.
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.
"Name your terms. You went to such lengths to get close to me—you must want something. You can't possibly just be after my body."
Watching Topaz regain her composure, transforming back into the strong-willed negotiator she was, Solon feigned surprise.
"How did you know? That's exactly what I want—your body."
Topaz's carefully maintained demeanor nearly shattered, her aura crumbling instantly. Solon smirked, victorious.
He agreed with one principle: To win an argument, drag your opponent down to your level, then defeat them with experience.
Negotiation was just a refined form of arguing—the same rules applied.
"Stop messing around! If you keep this up, I swear I'll—!"
Topaz flushed with anger and embarrassment.
"I am being serious. From the moment I first saw you, I wanted you to be mine."
Solon delivered the blatant lie with a straight face.
"If you like me, then why resort to such underhanded tactics?!"
Now fully caught in Solon's rhythm, Topaz stumbled over her words.
Solon tilted his head, amused by her flustered state:
"I only want your body, not your heart."
The words nearly made Topaz combust on the spot.
Just as she reached for her gun, Solon casually added:
"Though, if you could put in a good word for my promotion, that'd be great. My rank's too low—it'd reflect poorly on you, wouldn't it?"
Topaz let out a disbelieving laugh. This was the first time she'd seen someone demand to be a sugar baby with such audacity.
Still, his request eased her tension slightly. At least he had demands.
"Promotions are possible, but it's not something that can happen overnight. The company has strict protocols for rank adjustments."
"I know. That's why I need insurance first."
Before she could react, Solon pinned her against the desk. Topaz shoved at him with all her strength, but her limbs felt weak, refusing to cooperate.
Her pet, Trotter, lunged to help, only to collapse mid-air after Solon tossed a handful of knockout powder.
"I already agreed! What more do you want?!"
Topaz trembled with a mix of fury and dread.
"Your body is the best insurance. Even if you betray me later, I won't walk away empty-handed."
Seeing his determination to claim her "first blood," Topaz hesitated.
(First blood in quotation because last time Topaz was unconscious so she was not aware of the sex nor was she a participant.)
But when she weighed the stakes, her career and ambitions tipped the scales. Gritting her teeth, she relented:
"Swear you'll never leak those photos!"
She knew the demand was futile, but she needed the illusion of control.
Solon chuckled. "Relax. I'm counting on you for future promotions. If you fall, who'll be my meal ticket?"
Leaning in, he brushed his lips against her ear, savoring the softness pressed against his chest as he whispered:
"From now on, you're not just mine—we're bound by mutual interest. Nothing in this universe is more unbreakable than that."
Topaz seemed convinced, her resistance fading.
With a smirk, Solon hoisted her by the waist onto the desk.
"W-Wait! Here?!"
Topaz's eyes widened.
"You love your job so much. What better place for your 'debut' than your beloved desk?"
Solon's teasing grin widened.
"You—!"
Before she could protest, a sudden weakness flooded her limbs, sending her collapsing onto the desk.
"Your mouth says no, but your body's eager."
Solon admired her pliant form, his smirk turning wicked as he raised two glistening fingers—coated in some unidentifiable substance.
When the time came, his shadow engulfed her completely.
"Don't—!"
Solon's fingers dug into Topaz's waist, pressing her harder against the polished surface of the desk.
The cold wood bit into her bare thighs as he hiked up her skirt, the fabric pooling around her hips like a discarded afterthought.
"No—! Wait—!"
Her protests were cut short as Solon's mouth crashed against hers, swallowing her words in a searing, possessive kiss.
His tongue forced its way past her lips, claiming her with a roughness that left her gasping.
When he finally pulled back, a silver thread connected them, snapping as he smirked down at her disheveled state.
"Still pretending you don't want this?" His thumb swiped over her lower lip, smearing the wetness.
Topaz shuddered as his hands slid higher, pushing her blouse open with deliberate slowness.
The buttons strained before popping free, scattering across the desk like fallen stars.
His palm cupped her breast through the flimsy lace of her bra, squeezing just hard enough to make her whimper.
"Hah…! Don't—!"
"Don't what?"
Solon's voice dripped with mock concern as he flicked his thumb over her nipple, drawing a sharp gasp from her.
"Don't touch you? Don't make you feel good?"
He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear.
Before she could retort, his teeth grazed her earlobe, biting down just hard enough to sting.
Topaz jerked, but his grip was ironclad, pinning her in place as his other hand trailed lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties.
"W-Wait—!"
"Too late for that."
His fingers found her slick heat, and Topaz's nails dug into the desk as he stroked her with cruel precision.
"Ngh…! You—!"
"Already so wet," Solon mused, his voice thick with amusement. "And here I thought you'd put up more of a fight."
She hated how her body responded, how every brush of his fingers sent sparks racing up her spine.
Her thighs trembled, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he teased her, circling her clit with agonizing slowness.
"Bastard…!"
He chuckled, withdrawing his fingers just as she teetered on the edge.
"We're just getting started."
With one swift motion, he yanked her panties aside, freeing himself from his pants. The thick length of him pressed against her entrance, hot and unyielding.
Topaz's breath hitched.
"Relax," Solon purred, though there was no kindness in his tone. "This'll hurt less if you do."
And then he thrust in—hard.
"A-Ah—! Ngh…!"
"It hurts! You bastard!"
"Don't worry. The pleasure comes next."
Her back arched off the desk as pain and pleasure collided, her nails scraping uselessly against the surface.
Solon didn't give her time to adjust, setting a brutal pace from the start, each snap of his hips driving her further into the desk.
"Tch. So tight," he growled, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.
"Acting all high and mighty, but your body's made for this, isn't it?"
Topaz bit her lip, refusing to answer, but her traitorous moans spilled out anyway as he angled deeper, hitting a spot that made her vision blur.
"Hah…! S-Stop…!"
"Liar." Solon's smirk was predatory as he leaned over her, his breath mingling with hers. "You don't want me to stop."
His pace turned punishing, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the room.
The desk creaked beneath them, threatening to buckle under the force of his thrusts.
Topaz's protests dissolved into broken whimpers, her body betraying her as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in her core.
"That's it," Solon murmured, his voice dark with satisfaction. "Come for me."
And despite herself—despite the shame, the anger, the humiliation—she did.
Her climax crashed over her like a wave, her walls clenching around him as a choked cry tore from her throat.
Solon didn't slow, didn't relent. He fucked her through it, his own release building until, with a final, deep thrust, he spilled inside her, marking her in the most primal way possible.
Panting, he pulled out, admiring the mess he'd made of her—her flushed skin, her trembling limbs, the way her thighs glistened with proof of their coupling.
"There," he said, wiping his fingers against her lips.
Topaz could only glare weakly up at him, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure.
And Solon?
He just smirked, fastening his pants like nothing had happened.
Later…
As the video played—showing Topaz writhing beneath him—Obsidian's face twisted with vindictive glee.
"Hah! Serves you right!"
"Miss Obsidian, I trust my work meets your expectations?"
Solon stood to the side like a lackey, oozing false humility.
The moment she heard his voice, Obsidian's elation curdled into disgust. Memories of weeks of humiliation at his hands resurfaced.
Her expression frosted over.
"Adequate."
"Then… about my reward?"
Solon blinked at her with feigned hope.
A sneer flickered in Obsidian's eyes, though her voice dripped honey:
"A reward? Of course. I'll give it to you right now~"
She stepped closer—then a blood-red sword materialized in her grip.
"Your reward… IS DEATH! You vile mutt! After all the shame you've brought me, you deserve worse than dying!"
She swung the blade with a furious cry—
—only for overwhelming weakness to seize her muscles mid-strike. The sword clattered to the ground.
Solon effortlessly pinned her to the desk, his voice a venomous whisper:
"Did you really think I wouldn't see this coming?"
He'd prepared for this. The moment he'd obtained Obsidian's biological samples, he'd synthesized a toxin tailored just for her. Carrying it at all times was the only reason this viper hadn't sunk her fangs into him first.
Comments
Fuji Tatsumaki
I don't know about Obsidian since she wasn't released yet (I blame Amphoreus for this), but she really has potential like Topaz and Jade 😁
