[Confirmation received. Level 2 Bed Power System activated. Sex Magnetic Aura +15% activated. Stamina Boost +30% activated. Mission: Provide the best experience. Reward: Satisfaction (and 1,000 Rupiah).]
Nathan knocked gently on the door.
"Come in," Marlyn's familiar, but softer, more vulnerable voice came from inside.
He opened the door and entered the lavish suite. The lights were dimmed, and a warm atmosphere was created by the bedside lamps.
Marlyn stood near the panoramic window, looking out at the twinkling city. She was no longer wearing her stern office suit.
Instead, she wore a loose silk kimono, which revealed the curves of her well-maintained body. Her hair was loose over her shoulders, making her look younger and far more fragile.
She turned, and her eyes met Nathan's. There was shame, fear, but also a deep need.
"Nathan," she said, her name spoken like a confession.
"Ms. Marlyn," Nathan replied, closing the door behind him. He didn't approach, giving her space.
"I... I don't know where to start," she said, her hands wringing the hem of her kimono. "After what happened with Rahul... it feels like my world has shattered. My trust... in men and myself, in my judgment..."
"It wasn't your fault," Nathan said gently. "You were manipulated."
"I know. But that doesn't take away the feeling of... being tainted." She took a deep breath. "I asked you here because... because you're the only person who saw my weakness and didn't exploit it. You helped me instead."
She finally approached, her steps uncertain. "I need to feel something else. Something... pure. Something good. I need to be treated like a woman, not as an official or a victim. Can you... would you do that for me?"
Nathan looked into her eyes and saw a vulnerability that was so raw, so honest. His system might give him abilities, but at this moment, his response came from a deeper place.
"I'll do the best I can," he promised, his voice sincere.
But then, Marlyn raised a hand, a shadow of fear crossing her face. "But... promise me one thing. Please... don't record anything. Whatever happens. I... I can't go through something like that again." Her voice trembled.
Nathan felt like he had been punched in the gut. The trust she was asking for was immense. He stepped very close, close enough to smell the silk and the delicate scent of her perfume.
"Marlyn," he said, for the first time calling her by her first name without the title, and it made her gasp. "I swear to you, on everything I have, that there will be no recordings. Nothing hidden. Tonight is only about you and me. About giving you what you need. No more, no less."
He extended his hand, not to touch her, but as an offering. "Trust me."
Marlyn looked at his hand, then at his eyes, as if searching for a lie. All she found was sincerity. With a small groan of relief, she placed her hand in his. Her touch was light, but it felt like a bond.
That was the signal for Nathan. His system, usually cold and mechanical, seemed to adjust to the mood. It didn't force an aggressive rhythm, but guided him to be slow, attentive, and deeply sensitive.
He didn't kiss her immediately. Instead, he led her to the large sofa, sat her down, and then knelt before her. He took her bare feet—feet that usually wore powerful high heels—and began to massage them gently.
Marlyn sighed, her head resting on the sofa, her eyes closed. "Oh, my... that... feels amazing."
Nathan massaged her with system-given skill, finding every point of tension and releasing it. He worked from her feet up to her calves, then to her thighs, every touch a promise to please, not to take.
After a few moments, he helped her stand. With a smooth motion, he untied her kimono. The silk slid off her shoulders and fell to the floor with a soft hiss. She stood before him, naked, but for the first time, she didn't feel vulnerable. She felt... respected.
Nathan looked at her, and the admiration in his eyes was real. "So beautiful," he murmured, and the word felt like a prayer.
He lifted her easily—his Stamina Boost made her feel light as a feather—and carried her to the king-size bed that had been covered with silk sheets. He laid her down, not like an object, but like a treasure.
Then began a ritual.
Nathan used everything his system gave him, but not to dominate, but to heal. His mouth explored every inch of her skin, but with a pace that drove her crazy. Every kiss, every lick, every gentle bite was designed to awaken, not to conquer. He found her erogenous zones—in the curve of her neck, on the inside of her thighs, on her delicate wrists—and worshipped them relentlessly.
Marlyn, used to control and power, relinquished control completely. She moaned, groaned, and finally screamed, releasing all the pain and betrayal through the pleasure Nathan gave her. Her hands gripped the sheets, then gripped Nathan's back, pulling him closer.
"Now, Nathan," she begged, her voice hoarse. "Please... I need to feel you."
Nathan, who had been holding himself back patiently, finally granted her request. He entered her with a smooth and mindful motion, filling a void that wasn't just physical.
As he began to move, it wasn't about power or speed. It was about connection. Every thrust was a question, and every moan from Marlyn was an answer. He changed positions seamlessly, from the traditional to the deeper, more intimate, always ensuring that she was the one receiving maximum pleasure.
He whispered in her ear, compliments and genuine encouragement. "You're so strong... so beautiful... feel this, Marlyn... feel how wanted you are."
His words, combined with his skillful touch, pushed her beyond the limit. Her climax, when it came, wasn't just an orgasmic release, but an emotional liberation. Her scream was long and heartfelt, a sound that contained months of loneliness, fear, and now, relief.
Nathan, caught up in her wild response, allowed himself to let go shortly after, emitting a deep, satisfied groan as he reached his peak, filling her with warmth and a strange sense of belonging.
They lay side by side for a long time, their breaths slowly returning to normal, their bodies united in moisture and deep satisfaction. Marlyn looked at him, her eyes glistening with a different kind of tears—tears of healing.
"No one... no one has ever treated me like that," she whispered, her voice trembling. "As if... you truly saw me. Not my position. Not my wealth."
"Because that's what I do," Nathan replied, looking at her. It was the truth.
He stayed with her throughout the night, not talking much, but just being present. Holding her as she fell asleep, giving her a sense of safety she had long lost.
And reuniting the body again. Seeking satisfaction in the midst of thrusts and moans that seemed to never end.
Marlyn felt waves of pleasure she had never felt. She felt satisfaction many times. Climaxes many times by that beautiful Nathan's hot game.
In the morning, as Nathan prepared to leave, Marlyn gave him an envelope. Inside, not a billion-dollar check, but a crumpled one thousand rupiah bill and a small smile.
"For the best service I've ever experienced," she said, her eyes sparkling with humor and warmth.
Nathan accepted it, smiling. It was the cheapest but most meaningful payment he had ever received.
"I'll always keep this in my wallet." Nathan laughed.
"You have to do that. And... wait for my call. Ok?"
"Ok."
[Ding! Mission complete. Reward of 1,000 Rupiah has been transferred. Target satisfaction level: 100%. Bonus: Bed Power System upgraded to Level 3. New features: Subconscious Desire Scan, Sexual Empathy Boost +25%.]
As Nathan walked out of the hotel, the one thousand rupiah bill felt heavier than any billions in his account. He had healed someone. And somehow, it had healed a part of himself too. The system was still there, but his purpose was beginning to change. He was no longer just seeking revenge. He was discovering his true power.