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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

As the night deepened, Eternity poured another serving of wine into Evan's glass, the red-purplish liquid dripping straight from the bottle.

Evan nodded appreciatively, his movements sluggish and his demeanor relaxed, and a droopy smile played on his lips. His cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue, and his eyes, half-lidded and hazy from intoxication, reflected the soft glow of the moonlight shining through the window.

"For someone who's the CEO of an alcoholic beverage company," Eternity chuckled, her own cheeks tinged with a delicate blush as if she, too, had indulged in one too many glasses of wine. "You're not handling your alcohol well."

Evan crossed his arms and furrowed his brow, his expression resembling that of a petulant child.

"Wine has more alcohol content than beer, you know!" he argued, his words slurring slightly as he struggled to maintain his composure.

The Owner and the Doll's Names are Antonyms