Akane was a vision of absolute, beautiful ruin. Her skin was flushed a deep, feverish pink, and the thick, white cream from the first round was still dripping from her chin and pooling in the hollow of her throat. She was panting, her eyes half-lidded and glazed with a mixture of exhaustion and a hunger that defied logic.
"Kenji... I... I can't feel my legs..." she wheezed, her voice raspy from the screaming.
"That's because your brain hasn't processed the first half of the meeting yet," I whispered, leaning over her. I signaled to the two clones. "But we're on a tight schedule. Let's move to the Double-Entry phase."
****
One clone moved to the edge of the desk, grabbing Akane's ankles and hoisting her legs high into the air until her knees were pinned against her chest. The second clone moved behind her, positioning himself at the base of her spine.
I stood between them, the original, watching the two extensions of my will prepare the assault.
"Wait... both? At the same time?" Akane's eyes widened, a flicker of genuine terror crossing her face as she looked at the two massive, nine-inch shafts hovering over her.
"One for the front, one for the back," the first clone growled, his voice deep and vibrating.
"No... it won't fit! I'll break!"
"You're an Uzumaki's partner, Akane," I said, my hand sliding down to grip her chin, forcing her to look at me. "[Golden Finger] is already active. Your body will accommodate whatever I tell it to."
The first clone lined himself up with her dripping pussy, while the second clone pressed the head of his cock against her tight, puckered rear.
"Now."
They pushed forward in perfect, synchronized harmony.
"GAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
Akane's scream was a piercing, raw sound that likely vibrated the glass in the windows. She felt herself being split in two. The frontal entry was a familiar, heavy stretch, but the rear entry was a brutal, uncompromising invasion. Her internal muscles panicked, clamping down on both intruders, but the clones didn't stop. They drove forward until they both bottomed out, meeting in the middle of her core.
SQUELCH. PLOP.
*****
Outside in the hall, the two editors—Saki and Hana—were practically melting against the door. They could hear the wet, heavy sounds of the double-impact and Akane's distorted cries of "I'm being filled!" and "Split me!"
Saki was already hidden behind a nearby pillar, her skirt hiked up, her fingers working frantically between her own legs. The sheer, masculine dominance of Kenji—the way he commanded his clones to treat the most powerful woman in the building like a piece of furniture—was too much for her to handle.
"I want to go in," Hana whispered, her face drenched in sweat, her hand resting on the door handle. "I want to be the one on that desk."
"Stay put," I called out from inside, my [Observation Haki] tracking their every breath. "Your turn is coming. Watch and learn."
The sound of their frantic, hushed gasps only added to the atmosphere.
****
The two clones began a rhythmic, alternating thrust. When the front clone pulled out halfway, the rear clone drove in deeper. It was a piston-like motion that turned Akane's insides into a churning, wet mess of heat and friction.
[Skill: Elastic Chakra (Bungee Gum)]
I didn't just let them work. I shot a thin, invisible strand of Bungee Gum from my fingers, attaching it to her clit and her rear entrance. Every time the clones moved, the gum snapped and pulled, providing a constant, high-speed vibration that she couldn't escape.
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.
"KENJI! I'M DYING! IT'S TOO GOOD! STOP—NO, DON'T STOP!"
Akane's body was a series of violent, rolling spasms. Her orgasms weren't coming in waves anymore; they were a continuous, static-like state of peak pleasure. Her mind was gone, replaced by the raw, animalistic need to be filled by the man who owned her.
"Look at me, Akane," I ordered, my original self looming over her head.
She looked up, her eyes rolled back so far only the whites were visible.
"You're the CEO of this company," I whispered, my thumb tracing the line of her throat. "But right now, you're just a hole for my clones. Say it."
"I'm... I'm just your hole..." she sobbed, her words slurring. "Please... finish me... fill me up again!"
*****
The speed increased. The clones were a blur of motion, their sweat dripping onto her skin, mixing with the cum and the vaginal juices. The desk was vibrating so hard the pens were falling off.
"Now!"
The two clones let out a simultaneous roar, driving themselves as deep as humanly possible.
Akane's body locked up. Her toes curled, her back arched off the mahogany, and a deafening, wordless shriek tore from her lungs. She reached her absolute limit.
The two clones released.
Inside her pussy, a massive flood of hot seed filled her to the brim, leaking out and soaking the desk. But the real destruction was at the back. The rear clone unleashed a high-pressure load that made Akane's stomach bulge slightly, the pressure within her tightest canal becoming unbearable.
She collapsed. She didn't move. She just lay there, her legs still hooked over the clones' shoulders, her pussy and ass gaping and overflowing with a mixture of clear fluid and thick, white cream.
I stood over her, looking at the mess.
"Three clones, two entries, one broken executive," I summarized, deactivating the Shadow Clones.
POOF.
The weight suddenly vanished. Akane fell flat against the desk, her body still twitching with aftershocks.
I walked over to the door and pulled it open.
Saki and Hana tumbled into the room, having been leaning against the wood. They looked up at me, then at the ruined, cream-covered Akane on the desk, and then at my own fully erect, glistening shaft.
"The meeting isn't adjourned yet," I said, a dark, predatory grin returning to my face as I grabbed both girls by their collars. "We still have to discuss the Kunoichi's Forbidden Heat... and you two look like you have some very hands-on ideas for the next chapter."
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