...The softness of her skin and the way her youthful figure yielded to the invisible command was intoxicating to observe. The MC, his gaze fixed, absorbed every detail, every subtle tremor that passed through Lia's form as the bodyguard, with practiced hands, began his work. The man's touch, though firm, carried an unspoken reverence, tracing curves and valleys with a precision that was both clinical and deeply sensual. Lia's initial surprise melted into a dazed vulnerability, her breath catching in her throat, her lips parting in a soft, inaudible sigh as she was subtly yet completely overwhelmed.
The bodyguard's fingers, strong and calloused, moved with deliberate grace, caressing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs beneath the thin fabric of her dress. He carefully peeled away her clothing, revealing the delicate lace of her undergarments, each movement a slow revelation designed to heighten the tension. Her body, now exposed to the cool air of the room, seemed to bloom under the touch, her soft moans a private symphony for the MC's ears. He watched as the bodyguard's hands expertly explored the supple curves of her breasts, coaxing soft cries from her as pleasure mingled with bewildered submission. The scene was a carefully choreographed ballet of touch and sensation, a visual feast for the MC, whose own arousal simmered beneath a veneer of detached observation.
He remained hidden, a silent voyeur, his presence an unseen force guiding the intricate dance. The sounds of Lia's soft gasps, the gentle brush of skin, the low, guttural hum from the bodyguard – all blended into a symphony that resonated deeply within the MC. The air itself seemed charged with a potent sensuality, a heavy, intoxicating scent that spoke of raw desire and burgeoning pleasure. It was a long night, filled with unspoken commands and exquisite compliance, a profound initiation into the depths of his new power. He absorbed every detail, every reaction, feeling the satisfying swell of control.
Finally, as the first hint of dawn touched the sky, casting faint light through the curtains, the MC slipped away, ensuring no trace of his presence remained. The mission complete, the System chimed its approval, showering him with the promised rewards – money, but more importantly, a new array of "horned accessories" and "charms" designed to manipulate women, solidifying his path as the Unscrupulous Green Young Master. He had touched, experienced, and manipulated the intimate worlds of two women he had known, delivering them to his bodyguard's experienced hands. Power surged through him, an electrifying current. He closed the doors to his new world, sealing its secrets. With boundless power and no perceived limitations, he promised himself, he would fulfill every dark desire that now bubbled to the surface.