"So, which one do you want to start with?"
Alistair looked at Hiza, who stood there trembling with nerves, with a playful glint in his eyes.
"L-let's... let's start with my breasts," Hiza said, her eyes darting around. To be honest, she still found the idea hard to accept, but the thought of making 40,000 yen in one go made the pill much easier to swallow.
"Fine by me. You decide. I only have one requirement: don't half-ass it. Do you understand?" Alistair's playful expression vanished, replaced by a chilling coldness.
"I understand..." Hiza's heart fluttered at his tone.
It's okay, don't panic. Men don't last very long anyway. If I just work hard, it'll be over in a flash. And it's just my chest; I'm not letting him inside. This doesn't count for much... Hiza comforted herself internally, vowing that once the debt was paid, she would never accept Alistair's conditions again and would focus on raising her future child.
"To prevent any 'uninformed' people from walking in, you'd better get down here." Alistair pointed to the large open space under his executive desk. It was more than large enough to hide Hiza, and the modesty panel reached almost to the floor, ensuring perfect privacy for her "work."
"Yes, sir."
Hiza obediently squatted down and crawled into the space beneath the desk. Alistair adjusted his chair a bit lower to give her more room to maneuver, as her chosen method required a bit more vertical clearance than a simple blowjob.
Zip—
Hiza unzipped Alistair's trousers, revealing his underwear. Even through the loose fabric, she could see a terrifying bulk.
It's this big?! It looks twice the size of Norihito's, and it isn't even hard yet. Hiza gasped inwardly as she pulled the fabric aside.
Pia!
A scorching, semi-erect, massive pillar slapped against her face. A unique, musky scent instantly filled her nostrils.
Thump!
"Ow, ow, ow—"
Startled by the sheer scale of the "cannon," Hiza instinctively jerked back, forgetting she was in a cramped space. She slammed the back of her head against the underside of the desk and clutched her head in pain.
Alistair was stunned by her clumsy display, wondering if his earlier comment about her being a "bimbo" had actually hit the nail on the head.
Is this Master Alistair's true weapon? It's gargantuan. Hiza stared at the "cannon" in shock. Seeing it up close was different from guessing. It has to be over twenty centimeters long and at least four or five centimeters thick. Is this really the size of a high school student?! How does something this big even fit inside someone?
She thought of Alistair's "girlfriends." How did they handle this? Then, she blinked. Wait, did it get smaller?
Indeed, Alistair had used [Life Return] to shrink his size slightly. Hiza was a normal human; while her "secret garden" might be able to handle his full size due to its elasticity, her throat certainly couldn't. Even for a tit-fuck, his full size was a bit much for her to handle comfortably.
After stroking him for a bit and feeling the temperature of the "cannon" rise, Hiza hesitantly unbuttoned her blazer and the top of her white blouse. Alistair smiled and subtly increased the output of his [Pheromones].
Hiza took a few deep breaths. The scent of Alistair's musk was becoming overwhelming, making her face flush and her body react involuntarily.
"Purple? Good taste," Alistair teased, seeing the purple lace bra beneath her blouse.
Hiza didn't reply, biting her lip. She felt her body becoming increasingly treacherous. She resolved to find her husband, Norihito, to "solve" her frustration tonight. Little did she know, the pheromones were already working their magic; she was close to surrendering.
"Thirty like a wolf, forty like a tiger." Hiza was nearing forty, the prime age for a woman's sexual peak. Moreover, Alistair could sense a dense aura of "Lust" radiating from her—it was clear she hadn't been satisfied in a very long time.
Hiza cupped her two ripe, soft "fruits," but hesitated to press them against Alistair's rock-hard steel. The conflict between her financial worries and her moral compass was tearing her apart.
"By the way... the house you live in is also provided by the company, right?" Alistair asked casually, taking a sip of Sprite.
That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Hiza made her decision, obediently sandwiching Alistair's "Mt. Tai" between her two snow-white mounds. Because he was so "tall," she had to work hard to slide her breasts up and down, frequently exposing the "peak." The scent at the tip was the most concentrated, and the longer she inhaled it, the more intense her body's feedback became.
Knock, knock, knock.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"Master Alistair, I have some documents that require your review."
A familiar voice came through the door. It wasn't familiar to Alistair, but it was intimately familiar to the woman "busy" beneath his desk. It was her husband.
"Oh, Norihito. Come in," Alistair said, feeling the sudden tremor from below. He tapped the desk twice and flashed a "sunny" smile toward the door.
Click.
"Master Alistair, these are the records for today's major transactions. I need your signature," Norihito Hyakuta said with a smile, handing over the files.
"You seem happy?" Alistair's face darkened as he watched Norihito's eyes dart around the room.
"N-no, not at all," Norihito said, realizing his behavior was unprofessional.
"So you're saying you're unhappy to see me?" Alistair raised an eyebrow, a question that left Norihito flustered.
"Just kidding. But these documents—even the important ones—should go to Takezo Kamekura. He's the acting manager. Why are you bringing them directly to me?" Alistair's expression turned cold and dangerous.
The atmosphere became stifling. Norihito had acted on a whim. He had been working late for so long that he hadn't seen Hiza in ages. He felt a sudden, nagging intuition and wanted to use the documents as an excuse to see his wife. But she wasn't at her desk; only the "boss," Alistair, was here.
Hiza, hidden below, was pale with terror. Norihito, what are you doing here?! Kamekura handles this! Get out!
"Fine. Tell me why you're really here. I want to hear your reason," Alistair said, leaning back in his chair. This position was perfect; he could see Hiza working hard below and Norihito standing nervously in front of him.
"Yes... I've been working very late recently and fall asleep as soon as I get home. My wife, Hiza, is your secretary, so she's often at the company twenty-four hours a day. We rarely see each other. Today, I just... I had a bad feeling. I was worried, so I wanted to see her." Norihito bowed deeply, not daring to look Alistair in the eye.
"Tsk, a concerned husband. How sweet. Hiza is sleeping in the lounge. She pulled an all-nighter, so I told her to get some rest. She probably locked the door, though, so you might not be able to see her." Alistair pointed to the small door.
Beneath him, Hiza was terrified of making a sound. She looked up at Alistair's handsome face, her eyes pleading for him to send Norihito away.
"Should I... go check on her?" Norihito asked, taking a small step toward the lounge.
"Hey, are you actually going?" Alistair's brow shot up. He was being polite, and this guy couldn't "read the room"?
"I..." Norihito froze, fear finally overriding his concern.
"Forget it. Get back to work. Isn't it better to pay off your debt as quickly as possible? Based on your performance today, I might have to rethink that promotion I was considering. It all depends on 'your' performance from now on." Alistair looked down at Hiza, his voice dropping into a stern tone.
Hiza caught the emphasis. She knew he was talking to her. To save her husband's career, she gritted her teeth, looked at the throbbing "peak" in front of her, and opened her mouth, taking the head inside.
Oh, yes. That's the stuff. Alistair flashed a devious grin.