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*COMPLETE*

[Warning: Mature Content, R18, Contemporary-Fantasy setting]

Evanescence "Evan" Holz, a billionaire businessman, received a souvenir from an obscure country that creates s*x dolls called “Eternity Women.” These "Eternity Woman" are life-like and turn alive once activated. To activate them, you need to "use" them. 

There's only one way for anyone to use a doll: You "play" with them.

But what if these Eternity Women weren't just s*x dolls that magically come alive? What exactly is the mechanism behind Eternity Women that makes them into sentient beings in the first place? Is it just the pleasure, or there's something else, something sinister, that gives them life?

That’s for Evan to find out.

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EXCERPT:

"Raise your hips," he ordered. His voice was husky and demanding.

Eternity quickly did as she was told to do. He wasn't a mind reader, yet he knew that it filled her with desire that he was talking to her in such an authoritative manner.

Evan slipped Eternity's panties quickly off of her, giving them the same treatment as her bra once they were removed. He flung them away with no care as to where they would land. He nudged her legs wider apart using his, signaling the impending act.

As Eternity called it, 'penetrative intercourse.'

"May I?" he asked, even though he knew how much she wanted it.

She nodded, tears trailing down her cheeks because of how much she had done.

"F*ck me, Evan."

The CEO's Seductive Doll

The sound of typing on a keyboard echoed inside the CEO's office in the Royal Blue Alcohol and Beverage headquarters.

There, sitting on his rotatable office chair, was Evanescence 'Evan' Holz. His back was hunched as he typed on his laptop, doing some paperwork while glancing at a document on his table from time to time that served as a brief rest from his screen time.

After a significant amount of time passed, Evan shut down the laptop and closed it. He took the coffee mug on his table and took a sip, only to realize that it was completely empty.

Evan sighed before looking at the wall clock.

"Less than an hour left..." Evan muttered under his breath as he pressed his expensive black Oxford shoes on the floor before pushing himself, sending him and his office chair backward.

Once he was significantly away from his table, Evan began spinning his office chair around.

Looking for the Doll’s Tutor