Chen Mo establishes his empire with absolute control that blends business power and carnal pleasure, imposing strict rules in an environment charged with eroticism and submission. What future awaits this strange dynamic?
Chen Mo sits in his office, surrounded by screens flashing with real-time data and graphs. His black technology system, a gift from his rebirth, glows softly on his wrist, projecting an aura of power and mystery. In just a few weeks, he's accomplished what many would take years to accomplish: founding a company from scratch, setting up his own servers, and erecting a commercial building that stands as a symbol of his success. His sharp, calculating mind is already planning the next steps, but first, he needs a team he can trust.
The door opens, and an assistant announces the arrival of the first candidate for the manager position. Chen Mo nods with a cold smile, his eyes analyzing every detail of the man who enters. He is tall, strongly built, wearing a suit that fits him well, although his gaze seems distracted. Beside him, a curvy blonde woman with a somewhat vacant expression holds his hand with a smile that seems more like a mask than a genuine emotion. Chen Mo immediately notices how the candidate becomes aroused by looking at his girlfriend's rear end; his breathing quickens slightly, and his eyes are fixed on the perfect curve of her hips.
"Sit down," Chen Mo says, gesturing to the chairs in front of his desk. His voice is calm, but there's a weight to it that demands attention. The candidate sits, but his gaze keeps wandering to the blonde, who settles into her chair with a grace that seems almost calculated. Chen Mo smiles to himself. This man is predictable, and that makes him useful.
"Tell me about yourself," Chen Mo says, crossing his arms. The candidate begins to speak, but his voice fades into the background as Chen Mo watches his attention split between the words and the body of the woman at his side. The blonde, meanwhile, seems oblivious to everything, her smile fixed in a gesture that doesn't reach her eyes. Chen Mo decides to cut the interview short.
"You're hired," he suddenly announces, cutting the candidate off mid-speech. The man blinks, surprised, but a triumphant smile spreads across his face. The blonde looks at him admiringly, as if he's just won a prize. Chen Mo stands, pointing toward the door. "The first meeting is in an hour. Don't be late."
The meeting room is full of men and women, all dressed in elegant suits, but the atmosphere is anything but professional. In the center of the room, a large glass table reflects the light from the lamps, but what really draws attention are the figures kneeling beside each chair. They are Chen Mo's girlfriends, now merely chaperones for the employees, all in submissive positions, their naked bodies shamelessly exposed. Chen Mo strides in confidently, his presence silencing the murmured conversations.
"Let's begin," he says, taking his place at the head of the table. The blonde from the previous candidate kneels beside his chair, her gaze fixed on the floor. The man approaches, his arousal evident, and sits on her ass, his member penetrating deep into her pussy. She moans softly, her hands gripping the edges of the chair as her body adjusts to his weight. Chen Mo watches with a satisfied smile, but his attention wanders to the rest of the room.
Everyone is doing the same thing. The large and diverse bottoms become the center of attention, each serving as a seat for an employee. The women's naked bodies are crushed beneath them, their breasts pressed against the floor, their legs spread to accommodate their partners. The air is filled with muffled moans and rapid breathing, the scent of desire permeating every corner of the room.
"Kiss them," Chen Mo suddenly commands, his voice cutting through the murmur. The men obey without hesitation, their lips pressing against their partners' faces. Tongues run over cheeks, foreheads, and necks, leaving a trail of saliva that glistens in the light. Chen Mo approaches the blonde and her new employee, his gaze intense as he watches the man kiss the woman fervently.
"Remember," Chen Mo murmurs, leaning into him, "they are yours to use, but also to care for. Their pleasure is your responsibility." The man nods, his breath ragged as his hands slide over the blonde's curves. Chen Mo pulls back, his system flashing with a notification he hadn't seen before.
The meeting continues, the chaos of pleasure reaching its peak. Moans intertwine, bodies move in unison, and the air becomes heavy with the intensity of the moment. But just when it seems everything is under control, Chen Mo stops, his gaze fixed on the notification flashing on his wrist. It's a suggestion for a new project, something that could change everything.
The room seems to stop for a moment, as if everyone senses the change in the atmosphere. Chen Mo raises his hand, silencing the moans without saying a word. The blonde looks up, her expression confused, as the man stops, his member still inside her. Chen Mo smiles, but it's an enigmatic smile, full of promise and threat.
"We'll continue later," he says, his voice calm but firm. The room slowly empties, the employees adjusting their suits and helping their partners to their feet. The blonde stands, her body still trembling with pleasure, and looks at Chen Mo with a mixture of curiosity and submission.
"What's wrong?" the man asks, his voice filled with concern. Chen Mo looks at him, his eyes sharp.
"The future," he replies simply, "is yet to be written. And all of you will be part of it." The notification on his system keeps flashing, a reminder that nothing is certain, that power and pleasure always go hand in hand. The room falls silent, the intentional suspense leaving the future of the company and its strange dynamics in a precarious balance, ready to tilt in any direction.