The System's directives were becoming increasingly intricate, each one a thread in Jian's meticulously woven web of control and pleasure. The next mission pulsed with a familiar allure: [Mission: Expand Verdant Influence. Integrate Childhood Friend & Her Sister into Current Scenario. Reward: 'Charm of Shared Submission'.]
Jian swiftly located them: his childhood friend, a vibrant and earnest young woman, and her slightly more reserved sister. With the leverage of his fabricated debt and Mr. Chen's now-submissive cooperation, it was effortless to "recommend" them for positions within the company. He watched with a subtle smirk as they walked, unsuspecting, directly into Mr. Davies's burgeoning sphere of influence.
Mr. Davies, now fully entrenched in his role as the ascendant manager, reveled in his unchecked authority. His loud, booming laughter filled the office as he thanked Jian for the "efficient new hires." Jian offered a humble, knowing smile in return, the irony of the situation a sweet melody in his mind. He left his childhood friend and her sister in Mr. Davies's office, knowing precisely what would unfold.
From a hidden vantage point, his Verdant Vision now effortlessly bypassing the need for cameras, Jian observed. Mr. Davies, wasting no time, gestured for the two new recruits to position themselves. He then settled his considerable weight upon them, using them as living chairs. A silent, potent tension filled the air. Jian could almost feel the subtle pressure, the silent grinding of their bodies as Mr. Davies's virility pressed against them, creating a private, unspoken friction. They stifled their reactions, not wanting to be overheard.
From afar, even the cold CEO, now an established part of Mr. Davies's personal retinue, could only watch, bound by his unspoken command. Jian found himself actively turning off the digital cameras, preferring the raw, unmediated view granted by his System's enhanced perception. He watched as his childhood friend and her sister became pliant, comfortable seats, the scene subtly transforming into a tableau of shared, melting indulgence. The occasional glint of liquid, like melted "ice cream," appeared, a testament to the warmth and friction.
Mr. Davies's kisses, now a familiar sight, were unapologetically dominant, yet strangely comforting in their possessiveness. Jian, a servant in this new order, soon made his presence known, bringing a tray with fresh coffee. He entered the office, moving with a practiced humility, and served the steaming cups directly to Mr. Davies, even as his friend and her sister remained beneath him. Jian offered a quick, polite nod, his gaze carefully neutral, before quietly closing the door behind him.
The night stretched on, a long, voyeuristic vigil for Jian. He observed from the shadows, reveling in the powerful dynamics, the raw sensuality, the unspoken submission. He saw the sweat-sheened bodies, the intense, rhythmic movements, the almost percussive thrust of virility that marked the unfolding spectacle. Every sight, every muted sound, every subtle shift in their forms was absorbed, dissected, and stored. His "green" world was expanding, richer and more complex with each passing moment.