CHAPTER 1. CEO of CORPORATE BED
The cabin lights glowed dimly, casting long shadows across polished wood and leather. I leaned back in the seat of my jet, fingers pressed to my temple.
The hum of the engines usually calmed me, but tonight it felt like a drumbeat under my skin. Something was wrong. The drink Juvia had given me tasted sweeter than usual. The edges of the world blurred.
Across from me Juvia, my new secretary sat with her legs crossed, her posture perfect, but her eyes fixed on me in a way that was anything but professional. Gone was the polite smile she wore outside my office. Her perfume coiled around me like invisible fingers.
After that juvia said that "You've been working too hard, Mr. Wetnerian," she murmured, voice soft but hot. "Let me take care of you."
I forced a smile,
In that time a mysterious godly being watching this situation and looking a scroll of that male's life scroll titled as
"THE PROJECT – AGE OF LUST IN BEASTWORLD"
His name is Saul Wetnerian. he wasn't just a CEO of WETNERIAN ENTERPRISES
He is a living fantasy, that every man's lifelong dream, a 23-year-old alpha predator who had clawed his way to the pinnacle of Wetnerian Enterprises with a combination of razor-sharp intellect and a body built for sin.
He destroyed his step brothers, sisters and his relatives by doing this lots of money were aired, but his true power lay in the way he wielded his charm and his sharp intelligence like a weapon, leaving a trail of quivering, satisfied women in his wake.
Saul is a Standing tall at 6'1", his frame was a masterpiece of masculine perfection, a broad powerful shoulders that tapered down to a narrow waist, his chest etched with deep, defined pecs that flexed under his crisp shirts, and an eight-pack of abs so ripped they looked like they were carved from marble.
If someone says that saul is an athlete they would definitely believe that, every inch of him screamed dominance, from the veined forearms that hinted at his strength to the subtle bulge in his pants that promised an "monster pen" capable of delivering mind-shattering pleasure….
On reading this line on the scroll The godly being's light flared with envy, stunned by a mortal whose charisma seemed to rival divine perfection, before resuming its reading.
now Then he continued reading
.....Saul's long, silky black hair fell in waves past his shoulders, framing a face that could launch a thousand obsessions sharp cheekbones, a chiselled jawline dusted with just the right amount of stubble, and full lips that curved into a smirk dripping with arrogance and allure….
God became furious of why the heck is he reading his body structure, so he skipped some of the pages( some important pages were ommited on this skipping) on the scroll then he continues the reading
….Saul didn't need words to seduce; his presence alone was enough to make flowers ache and hearts race, an invisible force that pulled every woman into his orbit, leaving them wet and willing….
God became furious and thinking to himself that why is this human has everything that everyman prayed for their life....
In the opulent, buzzing corridors of Wetnerian Enterprises, the atmosphere was electric with unspoken hunger. Employees hustled through their tasks, but the women
....oh, the women moved with a predatory grace, their gazes lingering on Saul like starving wolves eyeing prime meat.
From wide-eyed interns fresh out of college, their young bodies trembling at the thought of his touch, to seasoned executives in power suits that hid lacy lingerie underneath, they all shared the same filthy secret: an insatiable craving for his commanding presence, his every gesture fueling their midnight dream desires.
Many kept hidden galleries on their phones AI-generated nudes of Saul, his massive personal pen rendered in complete detailed structure according to their imaginations, thick veins pulsing, the head is glistening with imagined pre-white ink from his personal pen.
They'd make their flowers to the watering to these images in bedroom or bathroom stalls, moaning his name as they came, dreaming of the real thing splitting them open.
Saul was the ultimate seducer, a modern Casanova who never bought affection but earned it through sheer magnetic force. A lingering stare across the conference table could make a woman's nipples harden under her blouse.
A casual brush of his fingers against her arm sent electric jolts straight to her throbbing clit. His secretary had been the first to fall completely.
Most of them were bewitched by his seductive cunning voice and smouldering looks, they would have transformed from a shy professional into a desperate slut.
Most of the evening, after office hours, he'd locked the door, bent his one of the employees over his massive oak desk, and slowly peeled off their sheer pantyhose or ripping their skirts with their permission from their eyes,
their eyes were saying "YES BOSS, I WOULD LOVE TO HAVE IT"
Like this, one of his employee exposing a cleanly grassless grass field, already dripping with full of anticipations.
and then saul murmured into her ears as, "You've been a good girl to me always, so are you ready take my ink cutie…"
he murmured, his breath is completely hot against her ear, before sliding his fingers inside her, curling them to hit that sweet spot until she was sobbing with need.
Then, with one powerful thrust, he buried his personal pen deep inside her rough wet mystery hole by deflowering her flower as she screamed in ecstasy, then her hard walls slowly clenching around him like a vice.
He moved with relentless passion, their connection filling the room with intensity until their shared ecstasy reached its peak.
after the end of their love of night, saul will always make his mark on their body which is completely hidden to the outside world
but she wasn't just the beginning or the end. Then the cute young receptionist had claimed his office next, hiking up her skirt and mounting him right there on the leather chair, flower juices soaking his lap as she rode his thick shaft.
They drew closer and then their connection igniting a fire that consumed them both in the leather chair.
Her moans echoing until the soundproof walls he'd installed on day one swallowed them whole.
Countless others followed: ambitious colleagues who dropped to their knees under his desk during meetings, who wants to eat his ice cream with sloppy enthusiasm.
Socialites who begged him to choke them lightly as he did them hardcore against the floor-to-ceiling windows, their cute round meatbuns pressed against the glass.
Yet Saul upheld his code—no married women allowed to eat his ink. He refused to be the catalyst for infidelity, his pride demanding that every encounter be born of pure, untainted lust.
Within nine months, his reputation as the ultimate playboy exploded across the corporate world. Women whispered in hushed tones:
"HE'S A BEAST IN BED,"
Their bodies marked by his dominance, hickeys like collars, sore wet flowers as badges of honour. Contracts were sealed not just with signatures of artificial ink produced in factories but with his very own "pure white ink" spilling deep inside willing holes amid gasps and pleas for more.
Because saul belives that signing with his white ink will be much more credible than normal ink.
His family knew of the debauchery but turned a blind eye; after all, productivity soared, the staff—mostly women—loyal beyond measure, many staying late in hopes of a private "meeting."
Rivals seethed with envy, plotting his downfall, but none could touch his empire.
Now the god is wondering, "ok everything he touch became gold and his life is well settled and he has pure luck so what is the meaning of this scroll, if this scroll appeared means that he will definitely die, his medical data are clean to the point that he can live another 50+ years without problem even his white ink"
but he have to read till the end so he again skipped few chapters on the scrolls….
Now a new character named Juvia entered his life, the stunning new secretary with curves that could the mens in his company go crazy for her G-cup meatbuns that strained against her clothes, a tiny waist flaring into hips made for gripping, and long legs that ended in a perfectly waxed she kept perpetually ready.
Her obsession with Saul burned like wildfire; she wants to marry saul that's the only reason that she raised to the secretary position, but first, she needed to taste his legendary white ink from his pen that every elite woman raved about.
She schemed brilliantly, inserting herself as his father's caretaker, all while fantasizing about wrapping her lips around his throbbing head, swallowing every drop of his ink.