Ethan stepped out of the cab and stared at the tall glass building in front of him. It was the same company where he had slaved away for years, only to get kicked around like dirt. His boss, Mr. Hargrove, had yelled at him daily, calling him useless. His colleagues laughed behind his back, stealing his ideas and dumping their work on him. In the end, the stress broke him he died from a heart attack at his desk, alone and forgotten. But now, something impossible had happened. He woke up in his old body, years younger, with a voice in his head from the Sex Beast Upgrade System. It promised power, upgrades, and revenge, all through sex. They wouldn't recognize him; the system had tweaked his face just enough. He had a hidden plan: climb the ranks, bed the women who ignored him before, and crush the men who hurt him. First step: get back inside.
He straightened his cheap suit and walked through the revolving doors. The lobby buzzed with people rushing around. At the reception desk sat Karen, the snobby receptionist who used to roll her eyes at his hellos. She looked up, her blonde hair pulled tight in a bun, red lips pursed.
'Can I help you?' she asked, barely glancing at him.
'I'm here to apply for a job. Entry-level admin position,' Ethan said, keeping his voice steady. Inside, he burned with old anger, but the system hummed in his mind: Stay calm, host. Build your empire one fuck at a time.
Karen typed on her computer, her nails clicking. 'Fill out this form. Interview's in an hour if you're lucky.' She slid a paper over, her eyes flicking to his crotch for a split second maybe imagining something, or just bored.
Ethan filled it out quickly, using a fake name close to his old one: Ethan Grant. He knew the company's weak spots from before. As he waited in the stiff chairs, he spotted Tom from sales, the guy who spread rumors about him stealing office supplies. Tom laughed with a group, not noticing Ethan at all. Good. Let them underestimate him.
An hour later, a door opened. 'Ethan Grant?' A woman in her late thirties called out. She wore a sharp gray skirt suit that clung to her hips, white blouse straining over her large breasts. Her black hair fell in waves, and her green eyes scanned him like prey. This was Ms. Elena Vargas, the HR manager. In his past life, she had signed off on his performance reviews, always siding with Hargrove. She had ignored his complaints, her cold smile hiding the power she held.
'Follow me,' she said, turning with a sway in her step. Ethan trailed her down the hall, his eyes on her ass cheeks shifting under the fabric. The system pinged: Objective unlocked: Seduce and fuck the interviewer to secure your entry. Reward: Enhanced stamina +1.
His cock stirred at the thought. This was his chance to start the revenge.
They entered a small office with a desk, two chairs, and a window overlooking the city. Elena sat behind the desk, crossing her legs, the skirt riding up to show smooth thighs. 'So, Mr. Grant, tell me why you want to work here.'
Ethan sat, leaning forward. 'I've heard great things about the team. I want to contribute and grow.' He locked eyes with her, the system's charm already kicking in he felt bolder, his words smoother.
She raised an eyebrow, flipping through his resume. 'No experience in admin? That's odd. What makes you think you fit?'
He smiled, letting his gaze drop to her cleavage for a beat. 'I'm a quick learner. And I work hard. Very hard.' The double meaning hung in the air.
Elena shifted in her seat, her cheeks flushing slightly. 'Interesting. We need reliable people. Hargrove runs a tight ship no slackers.'
At the mention of his old boss, Ethan's jaw tightened, but he played it cool. 'I can handle pressure. In fact, I thrive under it.'
She leaned back, uncrossing her legs slowly. 'Prove it. What would you do if a colleague dumped work on you?'
'Handle it,' he said, standing up as if to demonstrate. 'And make sure they regret it later.' He stepped closer to the desk, his height towering over her.
Elena's eyes widened, but she didn't back down. 'Bold. I like that. But we need to see if you mesh with the culture.' She stood too, coming around the desk. Up close, her perfume smelled like vanilla and spice, her breasts heaving with each breath. 'Stand here.' She pointed to a spot by the window.
Ethan obeyed, heart pounding. The system whispered: Initiate now. Touch her. She wants it.
'Tell me more about yourself,' she said, standing inches away, her hand brushing his arm accidentally or not.
'I'm driven,' Ethan replied, his voice low. He reached out, tracing a finger along her wrist. 'And I know how to please my superiors.'
She gasped but didn't pull away. 'Mr. Grant, this is inappropriate.' Her words said one thing, but her nipples poked through her blouse, hard and begging.
'Call me Ethan,' he murmured, stepping closer until their bodies touched. 'And you know you hired the wrong guys before. Let me show you what a real employee can do.'
Elena's breath hitched. 'The door's not locked.' But she didn't move. Instead, her hand pressed against his chest, feeling his muscles.
That was his cue. Ethan grabbed her waist, pulling her flush against him. His cock pressed hard against her belly through his pants. 'Fuck the interview. You want this as much as I do.'
She moaned softly, her resistance crumbling. 'We can't... oh god.' But her lips crashed into his, hungry and wet.
Ethan kissed her back, his tongue pushing into her mouth, tasting coffee and mint. His hands roamed up her back, unzipping her skirt with one pull. It pooled at her feet, revealing black stockings and a garter belt, no panties just her bare pussy, already slick.
'You're soaked,' he growled, sliding a hand between her thighs. His fingers found her clit, rubbing circles that made her buck.
'Ethan... yes,' she panted, fumbling with his belt. 'I've been so stressed. Fuck me. Make me forget.'
He spun her around, bending her over the desk. Papers scattered as her tits pressed into the wood. Ethan yanked down his pants, his thick cock springing out, veins pulsing. He gripped her hips, the head of his dick nudging her wet folds.
'Beg for it,' he demanded, teasing her entrance.
'Please, shove your cock in me,' Elena whimpered, pushing back. 'I need it deep.'
With a grunt, Ethan thrust forward, burying his full length inside her tight pussy. She was hot and gripping, her walls squeezing him like a vice. 'Fuck, you're tight,' he groaned, pulling out halfway before slamming back in.
'Harder! Pound me,' she cried, her ass cheeks jiggling with each slap of his hips.
Ethan set a brutal pace, his balls smacking against her clit. He reached around, pinching her nipples through the blouse, twisting until she yelped in pleasure. The desk rocked, her juices dripping down her thighs, soaking the stockings.
'Tell me how it feels,' he ordered, slowing to grind deep.
'Your cock fills me up... so big, stretching me,' Elena gasped, her head thrown back. 'Don't stop. I'm your slut now.'
He slapped her ass, the red mark blooming on her pale skin. 'That's right. In my old life, you ignored me. Now, you'll scream my name.' But he didn't explain he just fucked her harder, his thrusts shaking her whole body.
Elena's moans grew louder, echoing in the office. 'I'm cumming... oh fuck, yes!' Her pussy clenched around him, spasming as waves hit her. She bit her lip to muffle the scream, but it slipped out anyway.
The squeeze milked Ethan's cock, pushing him close. He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. 'Take my load,' he snarled, pumping faster. His balls tightened, and with a roar, he exploded, shooting thick ropes of cum deep into her pussy. It overflowed, trickling down her legs as he kept thrusting through the aftershocks.
They panted, bodies slick with sweat. Ethan pulled out, watching his seed leak from her swollen lips. Elena straightened, blouse rumpled, skirt hiked up. She turned, eyes glazed with satisfaction. 'That was... incredible. You're hired. Start tomorrow.'
Ethan zipped up, smirking. 'Good. But this is just the start.' The system chimed: Objective complete. Enhanced Charm unlocked. Next target: Secure promotion through seduction.
As he left the office, Elena called after him. 'Ethan? Welcome to the team.'
He nodded, already plotting. The hidden agenda burned bright: bed every woman who wronged him, break the men, and own this place. Tom passed him in the hall, clueless. Ethan just smiled.
Over the next week, Ethan settled in, his upgrades making him irresistible. He nailed every task, earning nods from Hargrove. But nights blurred into secret fucks: Sarah in the bathroom stall, her mouth on his cock during lunch, swallowing every drop. Elena called him to her office twice, riding him on her chair, her tits bouncing as she came.
Ethan is no victim now. He is the beast, and the company must kneel.