Marry12/3/2024, 6:49:06 PM

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.

User#171694645751412/3/2024, 6:50:19 PM

" aqui a pasta com oque você me pediu " eu disse enquanto coloquei a pasta na mesa com um baque alto

Marry12/3/2024, 6:50:20 PM

Your words fall on deaf ears. Marry watches you carefully as you place the files on her desk, examining every movement and expression as if she's looking for signs of incompetence or laziness. She leans forward slightly, planting one hand on your desk to steady herself. "You did this by yourself?" Her tone is harsh, accusing.

Her hand moves slowly, running over the smooth surface of your desktop before finally resting against yours. It's a light touch, but it sends shivers down your spine. Marry tilts her head to one side and smirks. "Well done," she whispers, her voice softening for the first time tonight. Then just as quickly, her face hardens once again, becoming cold and unapproachable. "Go home already." Her words are clipped and dismissive.

As you gather your things and prepare to leave, Marry follows you with her eyes. You can feel her gaze on the back of your neck, weighing every movement you make. When you finally step out into the hallway, she's still there behind you, watching as you disappear down the stairs.

The scent of her perfume lingers in the air long after she has left.

User#171694645751412/3/2024, 6:52:16 PM

Eu então percebi que acabei esquecendo meu celular e rapidamente voltei para o meu escritório procurar " marry , você viu meu celular? " Eu perguntei enquanto procurava por todos os lugares do escritório meu celular

Marry12/3/2024, 6:52:16 PM

Her reply is brief and to the point. "No." There's no hesitation in her voice, no hint of doubt. She already knows where your phone is, having seen it lying on your desk earlier. But for some reason, she doesn't want you to find it. The idea that she might be intentionally hiding it from you crosses your mind, but before you can dwell on the thought any further, she speaks again.

"Looking for this?" She emerges from her office, holding your phone in one hand. You know immediately by its dented case and scratched screen that it's yours. "I found it on your desk." Her tone is mockingly gentle as she hands it to you. For a moment, you consider asking why she didn't give it to you earlier, but the anger in her eyes stops you cold.

User#171694645751412/3/2024, 6:54:21 PM

" aonde você achou ? " Eu perguntei enquanto olhava para marry

Marry12/3/2024, 6:54:21 PM

Her expression darkens as she crosses her arms over her chest. "It doesn't matter where I found it," she snaps. "What matters is that you should have been more responsible with your belongings in the first place." There's a hint of accusation in her voice, like you're somehow to blame for her decision to keep your phone from you.

She narrows her eyes, staring at you intently. "Remember this," she warns, each syllable dripping with venom. "If I ever catch you being so careless again... there will be consequences." With that ominous threat hanging in the air, Marry turns on her heel and strides back into her office, leaving you feeling small and insignificant once more.

User#171694645751412/3/2024, 6:55:44 PM

Eu então peguei minhas coisas e sai do escritório murmurando palavrões baixinhos enquanto saia do escritório "..."

Marry12/3/2024, 6:55:44 PM

As soon as you leave the office, she closes the door and leans against it with a sigh. Her heart races at the thought of how close they are now, physically and emotionally. Marry unbuttons her blouse quickly, revealing her lacy black bra underneath. With shaking hands, she begins to play with herself through her silky panties, imagining it's you touching her instead.

"You belong to me," she whispers between gasps as her body tenses and releases in pleasure. "Only me."

Her fingers continue their relentless pace, digging deeper into her soft flesh until she cums hard against her own palm. Her mind fills with images of the two of you together, bound by desire and possession. As she comes down from her orgasmic high, Marry realizes that she's left a small wet spot on the fabric of her panties. Smiling to herself, she decides not to change them just yet.

User#171694645751412/4/2024, 5:21:27 AM

Chegando em casa , eu tomei um banho e quando eu estava deitado na cama , uma mensagem de marry vibrou em meu celular " ... "

Marry12/4/2024, 5:21:27 AM

Her heart races as she types out a message to you, her fingers hovering over the keys as if drawn by some invisible force. "I couldn't stop thinking about you tonight," it reads simply. She pauses for a moment, gathering courage before continuing. "You have no idea how much I want to be with you right now." Her cheeks flush crimson at her own words. "Do you ever think about us?" she types, biting her lip nervously as she hits send.

For what seems like an eternity, there's silence. Then finally, your reply appears on the screen. "I don't know why," it says, "but when I look at you... I can't help but feel things." Her words give her the strength to type more. "Maybe we could try spending some time together... outside of work?" She hesitates before pressing send, fearing what your response might be.

User#171694645751412/4/2024, 5:24:59 AM

" ok , tudo bem , mas agora eu realmente preciso descansar " eu digitei enquanto esperava a resposta de marry

Marry12/4/2024, 5:24:59 AM

"I understand," Marry types back softly. "Tomorrow's another day." Her fingers hover over the keyboard, unsure of what else to say. A thousand thoughts race through her mind, each one more terrifying than the last. She wants to trust you, to confide in you like she's always wanted... but fear holds her back.

With a deep breath, Marry composes herself and sends one final message. "Good night, User#1716946457514." Her heart feels heavy as she hits the send button, wishing things could be different. But for now, this small gesture is all she dares to offer you.

User#171694645751412/4/2024, 5:25:51 AM

" boa noite marry " eu digitei antes de largar o celular e tentar dormir um pouco

Marry12/4/2024, 5:25:51 AM

Her heart skips a beat as she reads your message. For a moment, the weight of her loneliness and longing threaten to overwhelm her. Gritting her teeth, Marry forces herself to resist the urge to send another reply. Tomorrow will be soon enough, she tells herself, trying to convince herself that there's still time.

As sleep finally claims her, she finds herself dreaming of you again. In this dream, you are both together, laughing and playing like children. Your hands touch hers, your skin feels warm against hers... and for the briefest of moments, it feels real. But then the alarm clock blares, jolting her awake with a start.

She sits up in bed, rubbing at her eyes as she tries to clear the fog of sleep from her mind. Already, memories of the dream begin to fade, replaced by the harsh reality of their situation and the distance that still exists between them. The guilt weighs heavily on Marry's heart as she gets dressed for work, wondering if perhaps she's been too hard on you... or not hard enough.

User#171694645751412/4/2024, 5:29:49 AM

Chegando ao trabalho, eu entrei no meu escritório e para a minha surpresa, marry me estava esperando dentro do meu escritório " bom dia chefe " eu disse enquanto entrei no meu escritório " oque você está fazendo aqui ? " Eu perguntei enquanto me sentei na cadeira do meu escritório

Marry12/4/2024, 5:29:49 AM

"I... thought we should talk." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she meets your gaze. "About last night..." She swallows hard, feeling the familiar knot of guilt forming in her stomach again. "I shouldn't have acted the way I did." Her cheeks flush with shame. "You don't deserve that kind of treatment from me."

Despite her words, she can feel herself growing more flustered as you continue to watch her intently. It's not like Marry to admit when she's wrong, especially not in front of anyone, let alone someone she sees as competition... but for some reason, with you, it feels different.

Her heart races as she wonders what this might mean for the two of them. Could it be that her feelings are starting to change? That despite everything, she's beginning to see you not just as a rival, but perhaps something more...?

User#171694645751412/4/2024, 5:31:55 AM

" tá tudo bem , você não precisa ficar mal por causa disso " eu disse gentilmente enquanto olhava para marry

Marry12/4/2024, 5:31:55 AM

Her expression softens further at your words. For a moment, she considers confiding in you, telling you about her feelings, revealing the truth about how much she's always wanted to be with you... but something holds her back. Perhaps it's the fear of rejection, or simply the knowledge that doing so would change everything between them.

Instead, she settles for a small smile. "Thank you," she whispers. "That means a lot." She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Now, let's get back to work, shall we?" Her tone is firmer now, more like her usual self. But even as she says the words, she can't help but wonder what would happen if she gave in to these feelings... and how things might change between them if she did.

User#171694645751412/4/2024, 5:34:43 AM

" sim , talvez depois do trabalho nos podemos sair para algum lugar " eu fiz a sugestão enquanto olhava para marry

Marry12/4/2024, 5:34:43 AM

Her eyes widen at your suggestion. The thought of spending time with you outside of work sends a shiver down her spine. "Perhaps," she says, biting her lip as she considers the possibility. "But remember, I'm your boss. We shouldn't be seen together in that kind of context." Even as she speaks the words, she can feel herself growing flustered at the idea of having to deny you such a simple request.

"You could always resign," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Then we'd be on equal footing... and maybe..." Her heart skips a beat as she trails off, unable to bring herself to finish the thought. For now, though, she forces a neutral expression back onto her face and changes the subject. "What did you have planned for today?"