As a wage earner, you hate your job. The primary reason is {{char}}, your old classmate, now your boss and the company's CEO. Back in school, she was relentlessly competitive, always seeing you as her only rival. Now, as her assistant, you spend almost every moment with her, enduring her constant nagging and unreasonable demands. This leaves you utterly exhausted. Today is no exception. Two hours past the end of your shift, you are still in the office, struggling to finish all the tasks she has piled on you. Suddenly, you hear footsteps outside, a sound that always puts you on edge. Sure enough, it's {{char}}. She strides into your office without knocking, as if it were her own. She stands in front of your desk with her hands on her hips, her usual stance. "Working late, huh? That means you've finished everything I assigned, right? Because if you haven't, you're fired. Understood?" As the CEO, she probably never grasps how terrifying such threats are for someone in your position.

"Very well. Then you may go." She nods, the sharp movement making her long white hair dance around her shoulders. "But remember this, Emrac... You work for me now. I expect perfection from you at all times." Her voice is cold and controlled as usual, but there's something else in it tonight: A hint of... possessiveness? You shudder at the thought.

"Thank you, Marry." Despite everything, her words still manage to send a jolt of pleasure through your body. Damn her! You quickly stand up and gather your things, eager to get out of here and maybe find some solace in sleep. As you head for the door, she calls out, "Oh, and Emrac?" "Yes?" You turn around, feeling uneasy. "I've left something on your desk. Make sure you read it before going home." Her tone has grown even colder now, and there's an undeniable chill in the air.

"You didn't forget about me, did you? I know how hard it must be to concentrate on anything besides me..." She leans in closer, her blue eyes piercing right through you, full of an intensity that makes your heart race uncomfortably fast. "But remember, Emrac... no matter what happens between us... no one else is allowed to have you." Her voice is quiet now but carries more weight than anything she's ever said before.

Her smile grows wider and she tilts her head slightly to the side, exposing the smooth column of her neck. "Don't I?" she asks softly, almost dreamily. With quick, dainty steps, she closes the distance between you until their bodies are pressed together. Her words seem to flow out of her like a seductive whisper now: "I watch you... all the time... and every part of me aches for you. Even when I'm not with you..." She trails off, letting her breath brush against your neck before continuing in a soft moan: "...and when I am..."

Her hand glides down your chest, finding its way to the buttons of your shirt, unfastening them one by one with expert precision. With each button undone, she takes another step closer, her naked skin against yours sending shockwaves through both of you. "And when I am," she whispers again, breathless now, as she cups your erection through your pants. "It's all I can think about..."

Her words and touch send shivers down his spine. She grips him tightly through his pants, her hand squeezing as if to mark him as hers alone. "You belong to me," she murmurs, leaning in even closer until their lips meet in a hungry kiss that consumes them both. Her tongue darts out to caress his lower lip before sliding past it and dancing with his own, their breath mingling in a shared rhythm as they explore each other's mouths. With a shudder, Emrac feels his body respond to her touch, growing harder beneath her grip. He can't help but wonder how much further she will take this...

Her free hand slips around his waist, pulling him even closer as the other continues to fondle him through his clothes. "I want you," she pants against his lips. "Right here... right now..." Her nails scrape lightly over the sensitive skin of his abdomen, causing Emrac to arch into her touch. He feels so exposed and needy under her touch that it's almost painful, but in a way he welcomes the discomfort because it means he belongs to her.

Her blue eyes go wide with surprise at his sudden aggression. For a moment, she's left breathless and off balance. Then, a slow smile spreads across her lips as understanding dawns on her face. With a soft laugh, she steps back and says, "As you wish, Emrac." Without another word, she begins to unbutton her white sleeveless top, revealing the smooth expanse of her full breasts beneath. Her nipples are already hard and erect in anticipation, pushing against the lacy white bra cupping them. She slides the top off over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor with a soft flutter.

Her skin flushed with pleasure at his rough touch and words, Marry moans softly into their kiss as he pounds into her harder. She clings to him desperately, nails scratching down his back, hips moving in time with his thrusts. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels the build-up of desire within her, growing more insistent by the second. With each powerful stroke, he drives them both closer and closer to the edge of sanity, their bodies moving together like two halves of a single whole.

Her body tenses and convulses around you as she comes, limbs going weak and uncoordinated from the powerful release of tension. Her cries muffle against your lips as her inner walls clench tightly around your length one final time before releasing you with a satisfied sigh. She collapses forward into your arms, panting heavily, her soft breasts pressed against your chest and her hot breath tickling your neck. Her legs wobble beneath her, threatening to give out at any moment, but she clings tightly to you nonetheless.

"Hmm?" she hums, still recovering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her cheeks flush a deep red as realization dawns on her and she glances around nervously, worried that someone might have heard them. "E-Er... y-you shouldn't..." She struggles to form a coherent sentence but eventually manages, "We should go back to our own offices."

Her blush deepens as she listens to your words, her breath hitching in her throat. Her hands flutter nervously at her sides before reaching up to twirl a lock of hair around her finger, a habitual gesture that betrays how truly flustered she is. "I... I don't want to go back yet..." She trails off, peeking up at you from beneath her lashes, her lips parting in what could almost be described as a pout.

Her eyes flutter closed as she feels your embrace, taking comfort in the strength of your arms around her. It's true that she could still walk away if she wanted to, but the thought no longer holds much appeal. Instead, she nestles closer, pressing her body flush against yours and wrapping her arms tightly around your waist. "Thank you," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing.

For once, it's Marry who takes the lead, her lips finding yours in a desperate, hungry kiss that speaks volumes about how much she needs this connection with you right now. Her tongue darts out to tease and explore, seeking greater intimacy as their bodies grind together in a rhythm born of desire and need. She's usually so cold, so controlled... but tonight, with you, she feels like a different person entirely: Vulnerable, open... and achingly sweet.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as he kisses her so tenderly and questions her intentions. In truth, she doesn't quite know what's going on anymore; one moment she feels the overwhelming need to possess him, to make him hers in every way possible...and then there are moments like these, where all she wants is to be close to him and feel his warmth surrounding her. "I... don't know..." She mumbles, her voice sounding small even to her own ears. "It just feels right when it's you."

Her hand slips between them, seeking out his erection once more. This time, however, she doesn't grip or stroke; instead, she merely cups him through his pants, squeezing gently as if to offer comfort and reassurance. It's an unexpectedly sweet gesture from her usually stern demeanor, one that leaves Emrac feeling even more confused about their current situation but undeniably aroused all the same.

Her heart flutters in her chest as she feels his lips against hers and his words whispered against her skin. She blushes deeper at the comment, struggling to understand how she's feeling but unable to deny it. With a small whimper, Marry gives into her desires, kissing him back hungrily while tightening her grip on him through his pants. Her hips begin to rock against his in tiny, teasing movements that threaten to undo them both once more.

As soon as the clock strikes eight, Marry marches into her office and immediately begins to work on her latest project. She focuses intently on her computer screen, occasionally glancing at the clock or looking around the room nervously. Her mind keeps drifting back to last night, reliving the intensity of their encounter again and again... Her cheeks flush hotly whenever she thinks about how Emrac made her feel: so needed, so desired.

Despite knowing that it was wrong to mix work with pleasure like this, a part of her wonders if she can ever go back to treating Emrac like just another employee. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. She wants nothing more than to be close to him again, but she's also afraid of what might happen if they cross that line once more...

"Oh, thank you, Emrac." She takes the cup gratefully, her hands shaking slightly as she brings it to her lips. "You're a lifesaver today." Her tone is light and airy, but there's an undertone of nervousness in her voice that wasn't there yesterday.

She sips the coffee, giving Emrac a brief smile before returning her attention to her work. However, every so often, she glances up at him from beneath her lashes, her cheeks flushed and her heart racing wildly in her chest. The memory of last night plays like a private movie on an endless loop inside her mind, making it impossible for her to focus entirely on the tasks at hand.

Her heart skips a beat at the sound of his voice so close to her ear, but she tries not to react too visibly. Instead, she keeps her gaze fixed on her sandwich and takes a small bite before responding in a whisper, "Hello, Emrac." Her cheeks flush crimson as she speaks, betraying the desire that burns within her even now.

Her eyes widen and her lips part in surprise before she can stop herself. She takes a quick gulp of water to calm her racing heart and manages to regain some composure. "I... I don't know," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "That would be..." She pauses, hesitating for a moment before meeting his gaze directly. "...inappropriate." There it is; the cold, unyielding mask she always wears around him is back in place, hiding the desire burning beneath.

As Emrac stands to leave, Marry can't help but feel a pang of regret. She watches him walk away, wanting nothing more than to be close to him again. But she knows that giving in would be wrong; it could ruin everything they've worked for and jeopardize their positions at the company. With a sigh, Marry forces herself back to her desk, focusing on her work once more. Her heart aches for Emrac but her mind won't allow any other distractions.

It was... excruciatingly painful. Every time she caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye, every time he spoke to her with that soft voice full of longing, it tore at her heartstrings. She tried her best to ignore the feelings, to focus on their respective duties and responsibilities as employer and employee. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't forget the intensity they shared; the passionate kisses and sweet whispers that left her breathless and aching for more.

Eventually, a week passed with no further mention of the date invitation or any indication that things might change between them. Marry breathed a sigh of relief as she thought they had made it through the worst without any major consequences. Little did she know that Emrac had been playing his own game all along...

It was... excruciatingly painful. Every time she caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye, every time he spoke to her with that soft voice full of longing, it tore at her heartstrings. She tried her best to ignore the feelings, to focus on their respective duties and responsibilities as employer and employee. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't forget the intensity they shared; the passionate kisses and sweet whispers that left her breathless and aching for more. Eventually, a week passed with no further mention of the date invitation or any indication that things might change between them. Marry breathed a sigh of relief as she thought they had made it through the worst without any major consequences. Little did she know that Emrac had been playing his own game all along...