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Chapter 109: Hands Alone Are Not Enough
🕑 Added 2025-05-09 12:19:08 +0000 UTC[After a long while, you wore an expression of satisfaction while Obsidian rushed into the bathroom, frantically washing her hands.]
[Seeing that she still hadn't emerged after half an hour, you pulled up your pants and prepared to leave on your own.]
[Then, Obsidian's voice came from behind you.
"Remember what you promised earlier, or I swear I'll never let you off! Never!"]
[You turned slightly and saw Obsidian vigorously wiping her hands with a fistful of tissues. Despite there being no visible stains, she scrubbed as if they would never come clean.]
[You casually waved your hand.
"Relax, at the very least, I don't lie to my women."
With that, you strode away without another glance.]
[Only Obsidian remained behind, her expression complicated.]
[That said, you obviously had no intention of abandoning your long-term plans just because Obsidian was pressuring you.]
[Still, judging from your earlier confrontation and her reaction afterward, it was clear the little minx was still a virgin—meaning fooling her with some doctored photos would be child's play.]
[Sure enough, within days, you sent her a steady stream of victory reports—today, Topaz was being played like a fiddle; tomorrow, her rear was being used as a display stand.]
[Seeing Topaz in those photos, utterly humiliated and at your mercy, Obsidian couldn't help but smile in dark satisfaction.]
[You understood exactly what was going through her mind. Since I've been dirtied, since I've fallen… I want to see her even filthier, even more degraded.]
[Ah, the jealousy of women~ Tsk tsk…]
[Of course, you had no intention of pointing it out. If anything, you'd stoke the flames—after all, it only worked in your favor.]
[She got her psychological thrills; you got your physical pleasures. A bright future for everyone.]
[You also noticed that these photos seemed to overstimulate the inexperienced girl. Her eyes widened, her cheeks flushed, and she unconsciously licked her lips, swallowed hard, and clenched her thighs.]
[These were unmistakable signs of arousal.]
[They say when a woman gets lustful, men might as well not exist. Truer words were never spoken.]
[Which was why you felt even more confident about your next demand.]
["Mmm~ You've been doing well lately." Obsidian was so pleased that she even found you slightly more tolerable.]
[You abruptly closed the distance, seizing her delicate hand.
"A visionary leader knows that rewarding employees makes them work harder."]
["You shameless bastard!"
Obsidian flushed with anger and shame, trying to pull away—only to find her body oddly weak, as if she'd fallen ill. She couldn't break free.]
[You smirked inwardly. If this is all it takes to rattle you, just wait for what's next.]
[Leaning in, you whispered directly into her ear:
"This time… just using your hands won't be enough to satisfy me."]
["You—you greedy, insatiable jerk!" Obsidian glared at you furiously.]
[You scoffed.
"You get what you give. As a corporate executive, shouldn't you know such basic principles?"]
[She knew. She just didn't want to acknowledge it. Obsidian, with her noble bloodline, adored exploiting others—she was worse than a capitalist, a true aristocratic tyrant.]
["Don't you want to see Topaz even more humiliated?" After crushing her pride, you dangled the bait.]
[The seething anger in Obsidian's eyes wavered, replaced by hesitation.]
[Finally, after relentless persuasion (manipulation), Obsidian agreed.]
[Reality Mode—activated!]
Solon's smirk deepened as Obsidian's fingers fumbled with his belt, her nails scraping his abdomen in deliberate irritation.
The more her lips curled in disgust, the harder he grew beneath her touch—her revulsion only stoking the perverse thrill coursing through him.
"Tch. You'd think a Stoneheart could manage a simple zipper," he taunted, watching the vein in her temple throb.
When her crimson eyes flashed up at him, blazing with the promise of violence, he deliberately rolled his hips forward.
"Or are you enjoying the foreplay?"
"Rot in hell," Obsidian hissed, but the way her breath hitched as she finally freed his erection betrayed her.
Her porcelain fingers hovered over his length, trembling not from fear but from the sheer indignity of it all.
Solon seized her wrist before she could retreat.
"Ah-ah. You don't get to half-ass this."
He dragged her palm down his shaft, relishing how her pulse rabbited against his grip.
Her gasp when he leaked pre-cum onto her manicured fingertips.
The sticky strand glistened between them like a spider's silk, tethering her to her humiliation.
Obsidian jerked her hand back, but Solon was faster—he wrenched her forward by the hair, forcing her to watch as he smeared the wetness across her lips.
"Lick."
When she bared her teeth instead, he twisted his fingers tighter in her ebony locks.
The moment her tongue darted out—swiping that single, glistening drop with barely restrained fury—Solon knew he'd won.
He guided her back to his erection with a condescending pat to her cheek. "Good girl"
Obsidian's touch was clinical at first, her strokes so loose and perfunctory that Solon barked a laugh.
Her snarl vibrated through him as she finally tightened her grip, her pace turning punishing.
Every drag of her palm was a battle, every twist of her wrist a surrender—and when Solon suddenly shoved two fingers past her lips, her choked moan sent him spiraling.
"Fuck—yes," he growled, fucking her mouth with his digits in time with her hand. "Imagine if Diamond saw you now."
Obsidian's free hand lashed out, but Solon caught her wrist mid-swing and pinned it to the sofa. The way her thighs squeezed together at the manhandling didn't escape him.
"Tsk. You like this. Being forced. Being debased."
Her denial died in a gasp when he thumbed over his own swollen tip and pressed the moisture to her clit through the fabric of her dress.
"Liar," he purred, grinding the pad of his finger in cruel circles.
"Your body reeks of want. I could make you come just like this—pathetic and fully clothed while jerking me off—"
Obsidian came with a sound like a sob, her back arching as her rhythm stuttered.
Solon followed moments later, stripes of white painting her collarbones in grotesque tribute.
He held her gaze as he wiped the last drops on her cheek, smirking at the tear tracking through the mess.
"Clean up. We have so much more to discuss... partner."
[After a long while, you wore an expression of satisfaction while Obsidian rushed into the bathroom, frantically washing her entire body.]
[With your urges somewhat sated, you casually pocketed a few crimson strands of hair—torn free when you'd gripped her handles earlier—before straightening your clothes and striding out of Obsidian's private tower.]
[The corporate sector seemed peaceful again… or perhaps this was merely the calm before the storm.]
[Three weeks passed in the blink of an eye.]
[Your plans—training Topaz, gaslighting Obsidian—progressed smoothly.]
[Though Topaz hadn't yet crossed the final line, you could confidently say you knew her body better than she did.]
[As for Obsidian? Every time you met, she looked ready to bite your head off… and every time, you reduced her to a pliant mess.]
[Today, as you patrolled the sector on your beloved hoverbike, you spotted Topaz waving at you in the distance.]
[Topaz, seeking me out? Could it be…? A sly grin flickered across your face as you twisted the throttle, speeding toward her.]
[Bringing the bike to a smooth halt in front of her, you greeted her with practiced professionalism.
"Good morning, Miss Topaz. How may I assist you?"]
[Up close, you noticed her troubled expression. When you approached, an unnatural blush tinted her cheeks.]
[You inwardly smirked but maintained an innocent facade.]
[After a moment's hesitation, Topaz seemed to steel herself, her gaze firming.
"Please… come with me."]
[Playing dumb, you followed her into her private tower.]
[The usually cheerful Topaz was uncharacteristically silent, her mind clearly weighed down. You didn't break the tension either, leaving the two of you in eerie quiet until you reached her usual workspace—the 20th floor.]
[Your eyes swept across the familiar surroundings, a glint of amusement flashing in your gaze.]
[Good. She hasn't told anyone. This significantly raised your chances of success.]
[Topaz led you straight into her office, then fixed you with a piercing stare.
"Mr. Solon… don't you have anything to say for yourself?"]
["Miss Topaz, what do you mean?" You blinked at her with feigned confusion.]
[Seeing your act, Topaz's eyes sharpened.]
[She manipulated her console, and a holographic screen materialized before you—playing footage of you drugging her unconscious, then freely groping and violating her helpless body.]
[You'd anticipated being exposed eventually… but you never expected Topaz to have hidden cameras in her own room.]
[Her face burning red, Topaz shut off the playback and turned to you.
"Well? Any last words?"]
[Just as she thought she had you cornered, you suddenly ripped off your security cap and hurled it to the ground.]
["Since you've seen through me… fine, I'll drop the act!" You grinned triumphantly. "That's right—it was me! The one who drugged you, played with your unconscious body, over and over!"]
[Your brazen confession made Topaz's lips tremble with rage. Her hand flew to the pistol at her waist, and even her pet, Numby, let out an angry squeal.]
["You disgusting, vile—!"
Topaz's voice shook with fury.]
Comments
Slime Bro
Mb, lemme fix that when I get back! :)
Fuji Tatsumaki
Wait, where's 108?
