He took five minutes to scrutinize the surroundings, with the intensity of an eagle. He knew she'd never settle for less, but this... it was exquisiteness carved and refined into everything.
The Goldberg might not be a popular or powerful family, but his own boss—Amanda, had inscripted the name in the hall of fame.
The marble tiled floors, the expensive ornaments, luxurious lighting... everything was what Amanda had struggled to build, and compared to him, he looked puny.
The mansion stood imposingly, remembering him of his own low status, of his stand in the society. He knew, knew that every penny Amanda had creatively taken from the wealthy bastards was what raised this building, the same building he would defile the owner in.
Maybe 'defile' was not the right word. The system clearly displayed 'reward.' So yeah, he would reward Amanda Goldberg, reward his benefactor.
He remembered he had used the 'Scan' ability on the day he initiated the mission, the day he requested a private discussion about a... salient issue.
And our sweet Amanda had chosen somewhere private just like our Syril had requested.
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[Name: Amanda Goldberg.]
[Age: 25.]
[Sexual Status: Virgin (sexually deprived).]
[Race: Human.]
[Ability: Telekinesis.]
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He couldn't forget, the intel etched like a scar in his brain. After all, the temerity he had to approach her was fueled by the information he had gotten. Yes, she was a virgin, but the other information written beside it hinted that her untouched pussy needed some filling.
'Turns out the Scan skill is more useful than I thought... I hope.'
Five minutes, and he found the courage to press the doorbell.
Two more presses and the door eerily opened by itself, left ajar like a ghost's handiwork.
"Ugh... anyone there?"
He dared to hold the fancy knob that looked like it could feed him for two weeks straight, and pushed the door wider.
Instantaneously, an alluring aroma wafted into his nostrils, a scent so strong that dared to push saliva out of the corners of his mouth.
If he needed to be cautious about entering the mansion, the aroma had completely brought down that wall of doubts and defense.
A leg first, then the other, before he shifted his entire body in.
"Sorry I scared you," a voice echoed in the luxurious edifice.
Syril slowly turned to the source of the sound. And what he saw… made his heart skip a beat. Not tremor, (maybe it was), it was the kind of sight that makes any man go nuts and cry to a heavenly entity for such a sweet, wrecking witness.
Amanda stepped into view with her flowing violet hair, a tight blouse barely holding her full curves at the verge of spilling, and just below her waistline, nothing was left to imagination.
First of, her blouse and shorts, her pyjamas, were see-through ones, so translucent that nothing was filtered or censored.
The shorts clung to her thighs like a second skin, incredibly short that it was just probably an inch below her pound of flesh, highlighting her juicy ass and a mesmerizing cameltoe.
"I didn't mean to do that. I was busy in the kitchen and couldn't leave it unfinished… so, I had to use my ability to open the door," said Amanda, carefully and sultrily taking her steps as if walking on a red carpet instead of her doorway.
"Hm…" words became arduous for Syril as he constantly drank her voluptuous body. "It's fi-fine. How have you been, ma'am?"
Amanda had now fully closed the gap between them, her soft, rosy scent slowly intoxicating Syril as she reached for something behind him.
"How many times have I told you not to call me ma'am?" She drew her hot breath towards his neck, whispering in a low tone that made Syril tremble inwardly, before shutting the door close with a click.
At this point, Syril's cheeks had completely gone burning red, and boy, he tried so much to hide it.
Amanda? She was relishing everything. She knew what she was doing.
She pulled away, only for her to hold his hand and drag him along. She then said two words that shattered Syril completely, made him submit to her.
"Follow me."
The broken Syril had begun questioning what was happening, throwing series of questions at his inner companion.
"Now, aren't you a lucky bastard?" Raja paused with a chuckle "This bitch has been waiting for ya to get her laid."
'Don't call her a bitch!' Syril refuted.
"To ya earlier question… No, it's not the system's handwork. Your Charm skill is not even close to being effective on this chick. At best, can only make her notice you. So yeah, all of this display is absolutely personal." Raja classically dismissed him, explained and retreated to his observation seat.
'So it's all her?' Syril rhetorically questioned himself.
Amanda had now led him to her luxurious dining table.
The heavy, polished, black-wood table presented dishes of endless varieties, all sizzling hot and combining to create a heavenly aroma curling in the very air they breathe.
"Wow, this is a lot, Amanda. They all smell so good!" Syril couldn't help but commend.
"Yeah? Thanks, darling. I made them all for you," Amanda sheepishly replied.
Syril's eyes dilated to widths he never thought he could attain. "F-f-for me?!" He stuttered, his pitch rising more than intended.
"Yeah, for you. I have never welcomed and thanked my most productive and effective worker properly. I was more than delighted when you requested a private meeting." She smiled, already proceeding to serve.
Gears were now rolling fast in Syril's head. He was still formulating ideas to seduce her, but every word Amanda uttered plus her gestures began to pave a path into what he aimed.
For once in his life, things seemed to be working in his favor.
Still, to him, Amanda hadn't really hinted that she wanted something in particular. One wrong move, and everything could blow up.
The worst thing that could happen to him would be making a costly mistake that would sever ties with the one person that felt like his only family.
He sat on the opposing, distant end of the dining table, searching those familiar amethyst eyes for expressions, clues that would fuel his next course of action.
Whilst Amanda was busy twirling a golden spoon in her fingers, equally staring back.
"Why don't you come closer and tell me what's bothering you whilst eating." She smiled warmly, batting her lashes as if an undertone was carefully laid in her speech.
It wasn't a suggestion. Syril knew Amanda well enough. But it wasn't the tone she used… Amanda could deliver threats and even curse with the calmest tone, but the way her body gently swayed, her lashes batted, and her cheeks slightly colored, it conveyed her true message, almost imperceptible, but clear to Syril's heightened senses.
Syril felt the temperature dropping several degrees, a lump of uncertainty and nervousness hanging in his throat like a hook.
He slowly found his way to the seat adjacent to hers, 'unexpectedly' getting a better view of her curvy body.
"You weren't planning to leave early, were you?" She questioned as she dished a plate of grilled bacon and veggies, setting another plate for hot loaves of wheat bread.
"Um… no, I-I guess," he replied subconsciously, his attention long stripped away by the heap of flesh barely holding in her blouse.
Amanda looked up from the plates and stared into his eyes, finding that same lost look she first saw three years ago, the look of a young, novice teenager whose world had collapsed before it was even built.
Then, she looked beyond that look, she traveled back to her memories and returned to see another person. Not that broken, dejected boy from three years who stood outside her restaurant in search of job. Not a frightened kid who was still suffering from the horror of losing his parents. Not a student who desperately needed a shoulder to carry all of his burdens…
But a man, a young man determined to rise and fulfill purpose against all odds.
"Remember that first time you came to my restaurant?" She chuckled, locking gaze with Syril. "You looked so fragile and broken… But now, now you're not that broken boy." She reached for his hands on the table, grabbing them tightly with her own soft, delicate palms.
Her warmth violated his space, warmness that seeped into the pores of his skin and slowly crumbled that wall of reservation. It was a sharp contrast to his own almost-cold hands. Her warmth was invading and soothing at the same time, defying the air-conditioned atmosphere.
"You've grown so strong, and I'm glad I watched you pass through that phase. Look at your physique now, it's even refined." Amanda blushed, her cheeks tinged scarlet whilst eyeing Syril's shoulders and sharp jawline. "You're special, Syril. I've always known you are. Tell me, what bothers you? What do you have to tell me?"
Syril clutched her hands tighter, holding their locked gaze as he opened his mouth to say something.
Inadvertently, he shifted and dropped his cutlery on the tiled floor, ceasing the words that were about to form on his lips.
However, when he bent to pick the fork under the table, what he saw left him…
The sight he beheld was not ordinary under any circumstances. This will be the true determinant of his next words and actions.
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I'm sorry I delayed for a long time. The end of 2025 was almost a nightmare, but I'm glad I'm still here. Exams and the loss of my previous working device made it a big trouble to deliver as promised.
But now that I'm back on track, trust that everything will be good.
If you're happy to have me back, don't hesitate to gift and vote.
Love y'all.