Jian watched, a familiar current of perverse satisfaction coursing through him, as his wife's ample form was once again pressed into service. This wasn't merely 'yoga' anymore; she was an increasingly pliant cushion, her large, famously soft glutes now serving as Mr. Davis's preferred seat. Jian observed the subtle shift in Mr. Davis's posture, the way his body settled, clearly enjoying the deeply intimate contact. He saw the very clear evidence of Mr. Davis's growing virility, a distinct protrusion pressing hard against the yielding softness of her backside.
Jian's Internal Thought: Her renowned curves, now his. A sweet, soft property, perfectly molded to his pleasure. He sees them as his own private, plump cushions.
The pressure was relentless, yet somehow, possessive. Mr. Davis, with a languid stretch that brought his full weight to bear, began to move, a slow, deliberate grind against her. A soft, almost imperceptible sound escaped his wife, a breathy little gasp that Jian barely caught. Her cheeks were already flushed, a deeper hue spreading across her exposed skin. Mr. Davis, momentarily looking away from his computer, leaned down, his lips brushing against her hair, a quick, intimate gesture that spoke volumes.
Jian's Internal Thought: He truly believes he's being subtle. And I, the simpleton, watch it all, delighted by the dance.
A sharp rap on the door broke the tableau. Jian, feigning a startled innocence, hurried to open it. It was his mother-in-law.
"Mother, what a surprise!" Jian exclaimed, stepping aside.
His mother-in-law's eyes, usually sharp and observant, widened almost imperceptibly as she took in the sight: Mr. Davis, a substantial figure, still settled heavily onto her daughter's lap, seemingly deep in concentration over his laptop. His wife, pinned beneath him, managed a strained, overly bright smile.
Mother-in-law's Internal Thought: (A flush rising to her own cheeks) My daughter, used as a vulgar chair for her husband's boss! And Jian, that thick-headed fool, doesn't even notice the blatant affair unfolding right before his eyes! He's too blind to see his own cuckoldry!
"Mr. Davis," his mother-in-law managed, her voice a little breathless, "such… dedication to your work."
Mr. Davis offered a dismissive wave of his hand, a smug smirk playing on his lips. "Just multi-tasking, Mrs. [Mother-in-law's Last Name]. And teaching your daughter some truly… advanced yoga postures."
Mr. Davis's Internal Thought: (A wave of satisfaction washing over him) Her massive backside, my throne. Jian, the unwitting servant, brings me coffee while I claim his wife. Pure bliss.
Jian, playing his part to perfection, bustled about. "They've been at it all morning, Mother! Such strenuous yoga."
As Jian prepared tea, his mother-in-law, driven by a mixture of curiosity and a strange, dawning fascination, approached the pair. Mr. Davis, sensing a new audience, shifted slightly, inviting her to join.
"Perhaps, Mrs. [Mother-in-law's Last Name], you'd like to try this particular pose? It's excellent for… core strength." He patted the space next to his wife, indicating another "seat."
Hesitantly, and with a blush that deepened the lines around her eyes, Jian's mother-in-law, in a moment of unexpected compliance, found herself guided into a similar position. Now, two sets of yielding curves were pressed beneath Mr. Davis's substantial frame. The air thickened with the intimate friction. The sounds were muted but undeniably present: the soft, fleshy squish of weight settling, a low, guttural murmur from Mr. Davis, and now, a faint, almost imperceptible whimper from Jian's wife, followed by a slightly strained intake of breath from his mother-in-law.
Jian's Internal Thought: Two cushions. Two women, pressed and molded. A true spectacle for my satisfaction.
"Are you two feeling alright?" Jian asked, his voice laced with feigned concern as he served them tea, his gaze sweeping over their flushed faces and the vivid redness blooming across their glutes, now stretched and flattened under Mr. Davis's insistent weight. "They look a bit… red. Must be all that intense yoga. Perhaps you're both getting a bit of a cold in your… lower back."
Mr. Davis chuckled, a low, rumbling sound of pure enjoyment. "Just dedicated practice, Jian. Your wife is quite the student. And her mother, it seems, is a quick study as well."
The Verdant Sovereign System hummed, a deep, resonating thrum of triumph within Jian.
[System Notification: Your wife's glutes are providing exceptional cushioning, now joined by your mother-in-law's. Both are showing increasing signs of compliance and submission to the boss's weight. +50 Verdant Points. Property consolidation successful.]
Jian watched them, his 'ignorant' eyes taking in every detail: the way their bodies shifted, molded, and absorbed the impact, the raw, almost primal sounds that were barely disguised as strained breaths, the sheen of sweat on Mr. Davis's brow, and the tell-tale marks left on their skin. He, the "fool," continued to chat idly with his mother-in-law about the virtues of "yoga," while his "property" was thoroughly and ruthlessly "trained."