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[Warning: Mature Content, R18]

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

Eternity's eyelashes fluttered open. The sunlight streaming in through the window roused her from her sleep.

She didn't typically 'wake up' from her rest mode by small things like the brightness of the sunlight beaming down on her face, but maybe because she was slowly turning and resembling a real human, that was why she did.

Well, at least, she hoped it did.

She was about to sit up from the bed when she noticed the extra-strong scent of menthol in a shampoo typically labeled for men, as if shampoos should have gender labels, even though they have the same purpose regardless of gender, filling her senses.

It occurred to her a moment later that there was a slight pressure on her chest, and she glanced down to see a head with brown hair resting there.

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