"You're here quite early today."
Adrian smiled, looking down at the voluptuous woman crawling toward him on the tatami mats.
"Master, I turned down a dinner invitation from the Company President just to come and see you!"
Manami Katsura crawled to his feet, raising her head with a charming, fawning expression. Her large, wet eyes fluttered, looking for all the world like a pet begging for a treat.
Over the past few weeks, Manami felt she had finally understood what true pleasure was. Compared to the earth-shattering intensity Masao Busujima gave her, her past thirty years had been completely wasted.
At first, she would come under the pretext of visiting her daughter. Now, she didn't even bother with excuses. She came straight to the quiet room, hungry and desperate.
To be honest, Adrian was starting to get bored. If it weren't for the ultimate goal of the "Mother-Daughter Donburi" (rice bowl/threesome), he wouldn't have much interest in Manami anymore.
The dynamic had shifted. It no longer felt like he was playing with her; it felt like she was using him as a high-end dildo to vent her frustrations.
'There's no way around it,' Adrian thought cynically. 'This is why middle-aged men prefer young girls. Mature women are simply too clingy and demanding.'
But as the saying goes, once a woman becomes lustful, there's nothing a man can do to stop her.
Without any unnecessary words, Manami gently leaned forward and used her teeth to undo his belt, her movements skillful and practiced.
Adrian, who had been busy with construction plans all day, leaned back in his chair. He decided to just enjoy the service. Although he was slightly annoyed at being treated as a tool, he reasoned that he was also just using her as a mobile stress-relief toy.
'Everyone is here to have fun. No need to make things unpleasant.'
"Mrs. Katsura, you come here every day. Aren't you afraid your husband will get suspicious?" Adrian asked with a casual smile, reaching out to stroke the beautiful woman's cheek while she worked.
Admittedly, he didn't care what her useless husband thought. However, it wouldn't be good if a scandal broke out now. He needed to maintain Masao Busujima's pristine reputation until the apocalypse arrived.
As for after the apocalypse? Why bother maintaining an image when the world was ending? That would just be asking for trouble.
Slurp— Slurp—
Manami wrapped her mouth around him, licking fiercely before pausing to look up with a disdainful expression.
"Master... slurp... why bring up that useless man?"
Seeing the flash of genuine contempt in her eyes, Adrian noted it mentally. Now wasn't the time to pressure her too hard psychologically.
He could easily manipulate a weak-willed girl like Kotonoha, but trying to completely break a strong-willed, career-driven woman like Manami with just sex was a fantasy.
Don't be fooled by how she acted like a slutty sow in front of him right now; if his actions exceeded her hard limits, this woman would immediately snap back to reality and potentially cause legal trouble.
In peacetime, laws and morals were invisible shackles locking away the cruelty in people's hearts.
"Ah... Master... Mmm..."
Deciding he had received enough oral service, Adrian reached down, grabbed Manami's massive breasts with both hands, and hauled her up.
The beautiful woman let out a moan that was a mix of pain and pleasure as she was forced to stand.
"You slut... you didn't even wear panties?"
He lifted the hem of her tight-fitting skirt, only to find that her crotch was already bare and soaking wet. Her thick pubic hair glistened with moisture.
"I still have to see Kotonoha later! Besides... I was just so eager to see you, Master!"
Manami flattered him seductively. Without waiting for him to command her, she twisted her hips, climbed onto the chair, and straddled his lap.
She grasped his erect shaft, aligned it with her wet entrance, and sank down.
"Ah—!"
As soon as she impaled herself, she let out a cry of pure satisfaction.
Adrian watched the woman riding him. She twisted her hips and ground against him, her face a mask of euphoric selfishness. He felt a mixture of amusement and frustration.
'Who is playing whom here?'
Seeing the self-indulgent expression on her face, Adrian felt like he was being taken advantage of.
He was the host of the Multiverse Evil System, a future demon king, yet he was being ridden like a pony by a bored housewife. This was unbearable.
"Ah—!"
Manami, who was rapidly approaching her climax, suddenly felt her knees go weak. She shuddered, ready to let go.
But before she could finish, rough hands grabbed her breasts.
Thump!
Adrian threw her off his lap. Her knees hit the tatami mat with a harsh thud.
She frowned in pain, biting her lip to hold back a scream of confusion.
Adrian didn't give her time to recover. He shoved her forward, forcing her face into the floor and her hips into the air—a humiliating doggy-style position.
He nodded with satisfaction. How could a real man let a woman ride on top of him and dictate the pace? In sex, as in war, it is all about who is in control. The process is far more important than the result.
Slap! Slap!
He slapped the plump, juicy buttocks in front of him twice, leaving red handprints. Then, he spread her cheeks apart.
He aimed his glans, slick with semen and saliva, at the tight, puckered ring of her anus.
Manami, who had been arching her back expecting vaginal penetration, suddenly realized where the pressure was coming from.
"No! Master, absolutely not!"
She screamed, panic replacing lust. Although she was a voluptuous woman who had played many games with corporate presidents to climb the ladder, she had always protected her backdoor.
Her breasts and vagina were top-tier assets; most men lost their minds just being near them. She had never needed to offer up her anus before.
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Adrian grabbed her waist with an iron grip, pinning her in place so she couldn't escape.
He thrust forward.
Even with the lubrication, penetrating an entrance that had never accepted a foreign object was difficult. He forced his way in, burying the head of his penis into the tight constriction.
"No! Pull it out! I'm going to die!"
"It hurts... it hurts... Master, please spare me!"
Manami thrashed against his grip, twisting her white body like a fish on a hook.
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