Chapter 32-33 – Corruption In Office [R-18]

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Power Stone !! Power Stone !! Power Stone !

I took out the crystal ball and placed it on the refreshment table near Ray's bedroom, then sat in the chair and watched quietly.

Ray stumbles and reaches her office. Her face was full of excitement and trembling.

 Since she's done something she shouldn't have done because of her obsession, it was only natural that she would look like that.

But there were two days of play lined up, and the play has only just begun. I quietly look at Ray through the crystal ball.

She seemed to calm her shaking body for a moment, and then she carefully picked up her papers and began to look at her work.

As she began to do her usual routine, her mind seemed to have calmed down somewhat, but she soon returned to her original expressionless and cold expression. Ray started her work, but she occasionally frowned and looked down at her body.

The semen sprayed all over her body must have felt sticky and unpleasant every time she moved. That's probably why she had that expression on her face.

But she still couldn't wipe the semen off her body, so she endured it and was patient.

And in that patience, she felt her pleasure and looked ecstatic for a moment.

'As expected... Masochists bitch are really dfferent.'

"Matriarch. I am Leopold. Is it okay if I come in for a moment?"

"Come in."

At that moment, Ray was engrossed in her work when a firm knock echoed against the door. Without waiting for permission, the door creaked open, revealing a figure clad in imposing armor. The man, clearly a bodyguard tasked with overseeing the family's security, stepped inside. His presence was commanding, emphasized by the sleek pistol holstered at his waist.

This was a continent where magic engineering had flourished, rendering traditional cold weapons like swords and spears obsolete. Firearms had become the weapon of choice for most civilians, should the need for self-defense arise.

Regardless, the sight of the armed bodyguard was a sharp reminder of the modern yet perilous world they inhabited.

"I'm here to deliver my regular report," the bodyguard announced in a clipped tone. "There are approximately twenty items to go over—maybe more. It might take a bit longer than usual. Is that all right with you?"

Ray glanced up from her work, her expression calm. "Go ahead. I'm busy with my own tasks anyway," she replied, gesturing for him to continue.

"All right," the bodyguard began, flipping through a small notebook. "First, let's address the surveillance cameras in the western region. One of them was found turned off yesterday, likely due to a short circuit in the wiring. It will need to be replaced. Because of this malfunction, we have no recordings from approximately 5 a.m. yesterday to 10 a.m. today."

Ray frowned slightly, her fingers tapping rhythmically on her desk.

"First, restore the surveillance cameras immediately," she instructed. "If a new camera is necessary, use your budget to purchase one. Additionally, get a magic tool capable of psychometrics and recover any possible records of what happened during the blank time. We can't afford to overlook what might have occurred in that window."

 "All right. And the next item on the agenda. It's about sprinklers for fire alarms…"

A tense silence filled the room as the subordinate began his report. His voice was steady, but his gaze flickered nervously toward Ray. Sitting behind her desk, her cold, unreadable expression cast a chill in the air.

'Ah, that look—sharp and unyielding. Is this the face of the head of the family? The one who commands authority over all?'

 The subordinate straightened his posture, forcing himself to meet her gaze.

'No, I can't let you look like that. It's far too isolating, far too distant. Even a leader deserves a moment to soften.'

 "Hehe... Let's get started."

I giggled and then looked at Ray and lifted my hand. I control the Rotor sticker and the tentacles inside her asshole and pussy.

'Let's make them go wild.'

"Okay. That's the way to handle it!"

Guard Captain Leopold looks at her in surprise at the cute and sexy voice that comes out of the mouth of his boss, who was giving her work instructions in a hard and cold tone.

"Matriarch?"

"… It's nothing. I just breathed a little… Wrongly… Swallowed… Sigh."

The sound was far from a simple cough, and Leopold's puzzled expression made it clear he thought so too.

Noticing his look, Ray cleared her throat again and fixed him with a sharp glare, silencing any unspoken comments.

 "Hurry up and report the next task."

"… Yes. All right. And this is about supplementing new security personnel, but the new personnel needed this time is…"

"Tsk…"

Ray clenched her fists and her body trembled.

 Leopold's report was also interrupted.

But Ray had the cold expression of a matriarch and couldn't tell him to continue.

Her armpit, nipples and clitoris began to vibrate.

 In addition, the tentacles inside her asshole and pussy also vibrate and begin to slowly wriggle.

Ray had to quickly cover her mouth with her hand because she felt like she was going to let out a moan that was close to a scream.

At the same time, the strong smell of semen on her hand pours directly into her nose. The fishy smell, the semen all over the body, the vibrations transmitted by the toy, and the running around of the tentacles. It was all beginning to take effect.

'No…'

Ray realized that this was the moment when her pride as the head of the family could be shattered. So she desperately gathered her wits and raised her head.

"I'm sorry. Leopold. I got chills for a moment. Continue reporting."

What a chill—enough to rival that of a witch. It was almost impossible to believe, yet Leopold couldn't bring himself to comment. After all, they said the great matriarch was known for such an aura.

Leopold hesitated briefly, his words catching in his throat, but then steeled himself and continued his report.

But the report had already stopped reaching Ray's ears.

All of her senses and her mind were focused on enduring the pleasure she felt from the tentacles fluttering inside her body and the pleasurable vibrations ringing outside her body.

No moaning noises could come out. It was not simply because of an order, but because if she moaned in front of Leopold, her prestige as the head of the family would actually be lost.

It was said that there were witches who enjoyed living a lewd and promiscuous life by setting up their own sex harems in the mansion, but at least Ray was not like that.

She was a thorough conservative woman. She was a woman who needed everything to be perfect and neat. So, all the people under her command were just like that.

 If she were to moan in front of someone like that, what would they think of her?

Ray held back her moans again and again. And paradoxically, her situation of having to endure her moans like that was arousing her like crazy.

Also having to do her job covered in semen. The same goes for having to hold back moans in front of her subordinates. Everything was to her liking.

Ray's body was shaking, but she was becoming more obsessive with Author Crown, who had arranged this whole situation.

The same goes for planning all of these plays. Isn't this really her play for herself?

'I want it. I want it. I want it. I want Author Crown.'

There was a thought that was slowly growing like a snowball inside her.

Ray could no longer deny it—she wanted Author Crown. Desperately. The thought consumed her, relentless and lewdly.

 "… Matriarch?"

"Tsk… Huhhh… Haa…"

Her face was flushed, her body trembling. A mix of obsession and guilt gripped her—those conflicting emotions that come with crossing boundaries and defying taboos. Along with it, there was an unexpected sorrow for her subordinates, a heaviness she couldn't shake.

"Leopold… I'm sorry. I think it's going to be hard for me to do work today."

"Oh, I understand. I'll report to you next time… When you're feeling well."

"… Get out."

"Yes. Matriarch."

Leopold came out of his office in despair. And when he came out he realized that his penis was swollen without realizing it.

He harbors such thoughts against the head of the family??!

Leopold quickly shook his head and returned to his position. But he was so loyal that he couldn't help but admit it. The matriarch's voice just now was so erotic.

"Ugh!!... Ugh!!"

And as soon as Leopold left, Ray cast a soundproofing spell on her office and then threw up her back as if she were having a seizure.

Her eyes were vacant, unfocused, as if she were lost in some distant thought. Her mouth hung open, a thin line of drool escaping, a stark contrast to the composed figure she usually was. It was as if her mind had short-circuited, fried by an overwhelming surge of emotion.

The tentacles were perfectly exploiting her own weaknesses that she was squirming.

She was feeling the vibration and movement concentrated on the area she wanted to feel.

 Ray climaxed again and again, coating the floor of her office, her desk, and her chair with her own love juices and his semen.

The very fact that she was proud of her neat and tidy family and that she was at her best in a place and cumming like a cheap whore was making her even more excited. She even felt liberated.

"Teacher… Teacher!"

She muttered that without realizing it and started masturbating. She rubbed her lewdly swollen nipples over her thin white uniform blouse and her vibrating clit as well.

 Every time she whimpered, the pleasure pounded inside her head as if it would explode.

Ray moaned. She laughed and cried at the same time.

One thing was clear: she wasn't crying out of sorrow. It was a pleasure. The absurdity of the situation, the madness of the moment, overwhelmed her. She burst into tears, laughing at the chaotic pleasure that had taken hold of her.

 "Aahhh…! Ahhh! Please make it dirtier!!"

Because she was feeling ashamed of the fact that Author Crown would be watching all of this and listening to what she just said.

And at the same time, the sense of freedom and pleasure that came to her was as great as the shame, and she reached the end of her climax.

"Aaaaahhh!!!"

Her head was thrown back, her back arched, and she let out a huge amount of love juice from her pussy. Along with that, his cum, which had been filled inside her pussy, also flowed out through her panties like a fountain.

 Her pussy juice and his semen were everywhere in the office.

After Ray's final, amazing climax, she trembled and went limp.

And after a while….

[You dirty bitch. In the end, you end up cumming without my order!!!]

A sound comes from the choker around her neck. It seems that this function also existed.

Ray looks down at her choker with her hazy eyes.

[Clean up all that dirty pussy juice and come back to the bedroom right away. You disobeyed my orders. I told you not to scream, but he ended up screaming. That too many times. It looks like your stupid head can't even follow that simple command.]

"Yes… I am a stupid toilet bitch who can't even follow simple commands. So, teacher…"

Ray gasped and pleaded.

"Please scold me more miserably."

[You fucking slut. Come back right away.]

"… Yes."

Rey used her magic to clear traces from her office. Then she stumbled and headed to the bedroom.

'What kind of harsh, dirty, and ugly pervert act awaits him this time?'

She stumbled and walked to the bedroom, looking forward to it.

It was truly a feast of pleasure she had never experienced before.