Snowflakes melted the instant they touched the bonfire. Hissed like secrets. Two hundred Voss employees ringed the lakeside pit. Tuxes and gowns were dusted white. Champagne flutes clinked under string lights. The retreat's final night. Speeches. Awards. Annual "Voss Vision" toast. Alex stood at Damian's side. Collar fully exposed now. Black leather stark against his white dress shirt. Silver ring caught firelight like a dare. Harness hidden beneath. Plug on idle thrum. Arousal meter a visible hologram only Damian could see. **99%** pulsed red.
**[Straight-Façade System | Target: Damian Voss | Level 7 Progress: 50/600 SP]**
**[Active Perks: Silent Orgasm Skill (Lv1), Remote Tease (Lv2), Desk Drawer Toy Kit (Lv2), Collar Link (Lv1), Overnight Recovery (Lv1), Altitude Arousal (Lv1), Blackmail Vault (Lv1), Public Risk Play (Lv1)]**
Tie perched on a marshmallow skewer. Roasted itself. "Bonfire boning, asset. Public meter visibility: +50 SP per witness. Victoria's mic'd up. Counter with a louder truth."
Victoria glided through the crowd like a shark in sequins. Microphone in hand. "Before Damian's toast, a personal announcement." She climbed the small stage. Gown slit to the thigh. Eyes locked on Alex. "Our engagement has been… complicated by recent discoveries."
Murmurs rippled. Phones rose. OfficeTea forum pinged live in Alex's peripheral. Kyle fed the frenzy.
Damian's hand settled on Alex's nape. Thumb stroked the collar. *Wait.*
Victoria smiled venom-sweet. "But love conquers all. Damian."
She extended the mic. Damian took it. Then the stage in three strides. Instead of speaking. He yanked Alex up beside him. Leash materialised from his pocket. Clipped to the collar with a metallic *snap* that silenced the crowd.
"Complicated is right," Damian's voice boomed over the speakers. Arctic. Unyielding. "Victoria, your games end tonight."
He spun Alex. Bent him over the podium. Ass to the fire. Tux pants ripped down in one motion. Plug glinted. Then gone. Damian's cock replaced it in a single thrust. Gasps erupted. Phones flashed. Alex's hands braced on the wood. Collar chain taut in Damian's fist.
"Watch," Damian growled to the crowd. "This is my fiancé."
He fucked Alex in full view. Slow. Deliberate strokes that made the podium creak. Snow fell on their joined bodies. Heat from the fire licked their skin. The arousal meter towered above them. **100% → ORGASM IMMINENT**.
Victoria lunged for the mic stand. "Security."
Damian caught her wrist mid-air. Twisted until she dropped to her knees beside them. "You wanted an announcement. Here's mine." He pulled out of Alex. Slick length shining. Painted Victoria's cheek with a single stripe of pre-cum. "You're fired. Effective now."
Alex's turn. Damian spun him again. Dropped to his own knees. Mouth engulfed Alex's cock in front of two hundred witnesses. The crowd froze. Some filmed. Some fled. Most were too shocked to move. Alex came instantly. Silent ropes down Damian's throat. The CEO swallowed. Then stood. Licked his lips.
Tie's hologram exploded confetti. **[SP +400 → Level 7 Achieved! New Perk: Public Claim (Lv1) – Façade damage converts to stock boost. Façade Integrity: 45%. Global Alert: Live stream hit 1M views. Kyle promoted to PR crisis manager.]**
Security arrived. Leo led. Smirked. "Boss. Chopper's ready."
Damian zipped Alex up. Leash still attached. "Retreat's over. Everyone back to the city. Voss-Reed merger starts now."
Victoria wiped her face. Shook. "You'll tank the stock."
Damian's phone buzzed. **+12% pre-market**. Another. **+18%**. The meter flipped. **Façade Shattered → Empire Mode Unlocked.**
He dragged Alex toward the helipad. Victoria screamed after them. Kyle intercepted her with NDAs and a collar of his own. Thin. Temporary. "Sign. Or join the forum permanently."
The chopper blades thundered. Damian buckled Alex in. Then himself. As they lifted. The bonfire shrank below. The crowd dispersed. Victoria is kneeling in the snow.
The Mile-High Club was initiated immediately. Damian strapped Alex face down across the seats. Harness linked to the overhead rail. He entered bare. Snow melted off their clothes. The pilot. Leo again. Glanced back. Adjusted the privacy partition with a grin.
"Marry me tomorrow," Damian panted between thrusts. "Real ring. Real vows."
Alex nodded frantically. The collar chain rattled. "Yes. Sir."
Damian came deep. Then, he flipped him. Sucked marks along the harness lines. "Stock's at +45%. Every thrust buys us another zero."
They landed on the penthouse pad at dawn. City awake. Headlines screamed. **VOSS COMES OUT SWINGING—LITERALLY**
Tie greeted them with a tiny veil. **[Overtime Alert: 10 AM Emergency Board Meeting. Dress Code: Wedding Tux + Collar. Penalty for Tardiness: Dad's Fertility Demand. Arousal Meter reset to 0%. Build it back for the honeymoon suite. New Quest: "Marry the Boss in 30 Days—Day 1 Starts Now."]**
Damian carried Alex inside. Kicked the door shut. "Shower. Then we pick rings."
Alex's reflection in the glass showed a man in a collar. Claimed. *Free.* The city roared approval below. Victoria's empire crumbled in real time. And somewhere. Damian's dad booked a flight.
The war wasn't over. It had just gone public.