Diana's head snapped back, her face squeezing with uneasiness and the realization that she was out of control. A mere subordinate was harassing her, squeezing her breasts through the fabric of her shirt.
"Listen, you shameless pervert!" she mumbled in between moans. "This is harassment, you hear me! If you go on with this, I'll make sure you lose your job!"
Dylan chuckled, amused by the empty threat. His hands continued to knead her heavy breasts through her blouse, his fingers rough and impatient as he tore at the fabric.
"And how are you going to do that, Miss Miller? You can't report me to the higher ups because you know if I go down… you go down too."
With a sharp tug, he yanked her bra down, her ginormous, soft tits spilling free, nipples hardening under his hungry gaze.
"Fuck, look at these," he growled, pinching one sharply.
Diana let out a pitched gasp; a sound caught between shock and arousal. Her shoulders shook from the sensation of her nipples being pinched and her lips began to tremor.
"Get your fingers off my nipple, you freak!" she shrieked, flushed and trembling.
Dylan lifted his gaze from her astounding beautiful pair of breasts to her reddened face. "It'll be better if you don't fight it so much, Miss Miller. Besides, I can tell no one has played with these in a minute!"
"Arrrkkkkkk!" her head snapped backwards again, fingers curling like feeble claws as he pinched both of her breasts again.
"I swear I'll make you regret this, you creepy bastard. I… mhmm… ughh… nghhh… I'll make you— regret this!"
Dylan let go of her nipples and began squeezing her breasts more and more. It was utterly impossible to get his fingers around them, like squeezing a part of soft, plushy pillow.
As Diana watched with compressed lips, he placed his palm under her breasts and bounced them playfully.
"I feel like LeBron James playing with basketballs this big," Dylan joked, grinning ear-to-ear as her tits wobbled on his palm.
"Stop it!" Diana demanded, her face contorted with shame and defeat. "Stop doing that right away!"
Dylan smirked at her. "Don't tell me that you're getting horny because you're ashamed. Is the realization that you might be a masochist that terrifying?"
Diana's eyes widened, her cheeks reddening the more. "Stop it right now!"
Dylan smiled wider, feeling entertained. "You're such a fucking hypocrite," he taunted, his voice low and dripping with menace as he squeezed her breasts harder, rolling her nipples between his fingers.
"Banning office flings while you're getting railed in here? Bet you're dying for this."
Her eyes flashed with defiance, but the way her breath hitched betrayed her, her body arching into his touch despite herself.
It had been too long—months, maybe years—since she'd felt this kind of heat, and her resolve was crumbling fast.
"Shut up," she hissed.
"Naturally, a man like Mr. Sato wouldn't be willing to do anything for you. His pride denies him that pleasure."
Darren squeezed tighter as he leaned to whisper in her ear. "I'm sure all he had you do was suck him off and ride him."
Diana's eyebrows arched, her lips tightening in shame. "Stop saying these things!"
But Dylan was relentless. "Speaking of sucking, why don't you show me how you do it?"
Her face snapped at him, eyes narrowed behind her glasses. "Like I would ever do something like that."
Dylan smiled at her defiance. "Come on, Miss Miller. The time for pretending you don't want this is far gone."
He placed his hands on her shoulder and lowered her to the ground. Dylan had to be careful because his increased strength would have hurt her.
"What are you doi—?!" Her voice wavered as she sank to her knees, not knowing when her hands shot up and held his belt as an anchor.
The clink of the buckle echoed in the dark room.
Dylan looked down. "Ohh. Someone is excited."
Diana lifted her gaze, and her eyes widened when she saw what her fingers were grabbing.
She pulled free immediately. "I— I didn't mean to do that."
Dylan pretended not to believe her. "You shouldn't have taken your hand off either way. Now how are you going to lose my belt?"
She stayed quiet this time, glaring up at him, a million thoughts of the things she would do to make him regret this rushing through her mind.
Dylan looked down at her, composed and deceptive. "Think about your career, Miss Miller. Do you think Mr. Sato will help you if this gets out? He's the Chairman of the Board, he can save himself."
"You on the other hand, the woman who he's been cheating on his wife with, you'll never work in this company again. He'll make sure of it. His wife will make sure of it. And everything you've built will come crumbling down."
Dylan folded his arms. "A self-serving, survivalist woman like you knows that if you want to keep your job so you can continue on your path to the top, this is what you must do."
His shadowy eyes narrowed, devilish and scheming. "Suck my cock."
Diana sat there on the floor for a moment, her eyes slowly softening from anger to realization, and then to acceptance.
She knelt straight. After adjusting her glasses, she carefully reached out, her fingers shaking as gingerly unhooked his belt. Then unzipped his brown office pants.
Then she froze, her eyes shot open like she had just seen a monster.
Dylan's cock very well might have been.
Even he was shocked.
His cock had always been a fairly moderate size, good enough to please a woman—not that he would know back then.
But now, it was just about the mightiest thing he'd ever seen. It had a flawless shape, the head was the perfect arrowtip, designed to penetrate easily.
The skin was smooth and tender, although it was already rock-hard and throbbing. It was over 7 inches with a girth slightly bigger than a palm's grip.
It clearly was the handwork of the Incubus King's soul inside him.
Dylan tried not to be too surprised. Diana on the other hand, was too stunned to form any other reaction than shock.
Dylan's hand tangled in her hair, guiding her forward. "Don't act shy now, Miss Miller," he sneered. "Suck it like you mean it, or everyone finds out about your little storeroom romance."
"It's way too big," she mumbled.
"Don't worry. I believe in you."
Her lips parted, and she took him in, her mouth hot and wet as she worked him with a desperate edge.
She swirled her tongue around the head, then slid down, taking him deep until he hit the back of her throat. Dylan groaned, his hips jerking as she bobbed, her moans muffled around his length.
"Fuck, that's it," he rasped, gripping her hair tighter. "Heh! I'm enjoying this already. You're not so bad, Miss Mi—"
His voice trailed off when a system notification appeared before him.
[Passive Skill: Demon Tongue could deactivate as mana depletes]
[Temporary mana can be generated from sexual acts as long as the female Target is experiencing pleasure]
[Begin regenerating your mana to keep Skill activated]