Jian remained at the company, now fulfilling a seemingly mundane role as a personal secretary. His purpose, however, was anything but mundane. Each day was a carefully orchestrated performance, a chance to observe his masterpiece in action. He watched, with a silent thrill, as Mr. Davies, emboldened by his new position, made his authority delightfully clear. His hands, now overtly confident, would frequently settle on the cold CEO's glutes, a lingering, possessive press. She would speak to Jian normally, her voice detached, utterly unaware of the invisible strings pulling at her pride.
The peak of Jian's calculated humiliation arrived during a critical board meeting. As discussions droned on, Mr. Davies, with an audacious smirk, shifted his weight. Instead of a chair, he chose to sit directly upon the CEO's lap, his body pressing against her, the subtle friction undeniable even through their professional attire. It was a brazen display of power, a silent assertion of his dominance. The CEO, despite a fleeting flicker of defiance in her eyes, remained composed, allowing him to settle. Jian, seated nearby, observed every nuance.
Through the polished glass of the conference table, Jian could clearly see the CEO's form, now comfortably reclined beneath Mr. Davies. The man's full weight rested upon her, and Jian perceived the subtle, rhythmic motion that indicated his virility pressing and rubbing against her through the layers of fabric. It was an intimate, almost primal display, enacted in plain sight, yet obscured by the professional facade. She was, quite literally, a living cushion, a seat of power for Mr. Davies.
Then, the System pulsed with a new, audacious directive: [Mission: Verbal Confession. Express Affection to CEO while witnessing current scenario. Reward: 'Charm of Paradoxical Desire'.] Jian felt a surge of exhilaration. This was the true artistry of the Verdant System.
He leaned forward slightly, his voice calm and sincere, cutting through the droning discussion. "CEO, I… I truly admire you. I... I care for you."
Mr. Davies paused his subtle movements, a scoff escaping his lips. He looked at Jian, his eyes glinting with contempt and amusement. "You idiot," he sneered, his voice low enough not to disturb the meeting. "Still clinging to foolish notions? Look at her. If you work hard, maybe, just maybe, she'll let you kiss her hand." The mockery in his tone was sharp, but Jian felt only a thrill. He had achieved the desired effect.
The CEO, however, reacted differently. A fleeting, unreadable expression crossed her face. Her body remained still beneath Mr. Davies, but her gaze met Jian's, holding for a fraction of a second longer than appropriate.
Later, as the meeting dispersed, Jian approached the CEO. Her composure was back, but a subtle flush remained on her skin. "Jian," she said, her voice surprisingly soft, "I appreciate your… sentiment. But perhaps, for now, we should simply remain good friends." As she spoke, a slick, clear liquid, like melted "ice cream," began to seep through the fabric beneath her, a tell-tale sign of the sustained pressure and internal stirrings. Jian watched, his senses heightened, observing the subtle dampness spreading.
As she spoke, she leaned into Mr. Davies, a gesture of quiet acceptance, almost dependence. "He's… truly remarkable," she murmured, a genuine note of fascination in her voice, a new, complex "green" flavor that Jian relished. Her hand reached out, gently caressing Mr. Davies's arm, her body visibly yielding to his presence. Jian watched as they, two seemingly disparate figures, began to intertwine, their bodies pressing together in a silent, sensual exchange. He observed them through the lens of the System, their forms now intimately engaged, a fluid dance of power and submission. He saw the subtle movements, the wetness that now stained the fabric, the lingering touches and whispered words of courtship. The System rewarded his foresight, his orchestration, showering him with points and satisfaction.