Nori-chan

Stepping into my office, I felt a cool chill run over me.

No, it wasn't the air conditioning going haywire.

It was Noriko Suzuki.

The "Type A"-bitch had taken control full of my desk, and was sitting in my chair.

My fucking chair.

It was getting harder and harder to believe that the starting number with her was -61. With her arrogant attitude, it felt like -100.

She glanced at her phone in a casual manner, like she owned the office. "Hi there, Jack. I guess it's Monday now, isn't it. Now that we've wasted the last 65 hours NOT going over the crucial budget issues, perhaps we should get started?"

Her way of speaking was beyond condescending. Like it was factory-made and stress-tested to bring your blood to boil.

The only thing that made it bearable was looking at her. This woman always had a certain... flagrant style. She never hid her cleavage, buttoning her business jacket with only one strained button, almost like a porn parody. And goddamn she loved to show off those legs. Sometimes with pantyhose, sometimes without. This time... her legs were completely bare. They were crossed, and she wiggled her sexy, high-heeled shoe in an almost hypnotizing manner.

I focused back to her question. "Noriko. Always lovely to see you. You really can't do this budget shit with Gretch?"

"I already did. I would have preferred all of us to be in that meeting, but last Friday showed me that I can't count on you in such time-sensitive issues. So therefore I'm here just to go over with you everything you need to be aware of, concerning the magazine's coming budget on several-"

"Wait, you and Gretch already decided- you know what, I don't care. Right now we need to finish this month's issue, so let's take care of this some other time. And also... get the fuck off my chair."

"Excuse me? Is that language really the type of workplace culture you want to promote here?" she said, seeming disgusted at my blunt words.

I was really starting to lose my temper.

"You talked with Gretch, right? And she told you I had the power to hire... and fire, right?"

Noriko snorted. "Yes. I have no idea what made her say that. Obviously, if you tried to actually fire me, I'd make sure this magazine was forever stuck in a legal hell with me playing the part of Satan herself. So no, you probably don't want to do that," she said as she opened her laptop on MY desk. "Now. Please sit down, and I'll tell you about the temporary budget we agreed on."

I breathed in deeply. It had been a good while since my authority had been under such attack. Made me almost nostalgic for the times before the app.

I wasn't that guy anymore. I couldn't let anybody just bully me around.

Those times were over.

While Noriko was already furiously tapping on her keyboard, I slowly pushed the laptop shut.

She managed to save her fingers, and turned an inquisitive eye towards me.

"Do you think it's appropriate to sit in your boss's chair?", I said, trying to keep my voice calm.

She rolled her eyes. "You're not my boss. If anything, we're on the same level now. Colleagues. Congrats for reaching this stage. I'm just borrowing my colleague's chair for a bit, no need to get all male and toxic about it."

I felt a powerful surge of annoyance.

I needed to dominate this woman. I had to.

But right now... I needed to be at my most convincing.

"Noriko," I started, staring straight into her eyes. "Right now, you can make a choice. We can either work together... Or be enemies. And I promise you... I will be a powerful enemy. You think I'm afraid of legal Hells? You have no idea what I've gone through the last month. On certain days, I've made Hell my bitch. There are things I'm capable of now I wasn't a few weeks ago. And you... You don't want to find out what those things are."

She was listening with rapt attention now.

"This is the last time I say this. Get. Off. My. Fucking. Chair."

For about ten seconds, we just stared at each other.

Unblinking.

And then...

she flinched.

She coughed in a casual manner, picked up her laptop and got up from the chair. (NORIKO: +5SP) (-56SP)

Noriko's first points. I would treasure those.

She turned her steely gaze towards me.

"Fine. We'll do this later. Jesus the psychopaths I have to deal with."

As she was almost leaving my office, a thought suddenly occurred to me.

I had just fucked Ulla's throat in the elevator. Like barely two minutes ago.

I had no idea what her condition was. Or the elevator's. For fuck's sake, she might still be lying there.

"Stop," I shouted.

She turned to me in annoyance. I held up my finger to make her give me a minute.

I quickly picked up my phone, and with lighting fast fingers, texted Gretchen a message.

"Clean elevator and Ulla. NOW."

Moments after sending the message, I could already hear the clatter of her footsteps running through the hallway.

Shit. In future, I really had to be sure that the office didn't have visitors when I was using my playthings with this much liberty.

I needed to keep Noriko here for a while.

I walked over to my desk and sat down.

"Actually... Fine. Fuck it. Just give me the budget stuff now. Let's get this over with."

There it was again, that destructively annoying but still somehow cute smile, as she pulled up her laptop and placed it in front of me.

What followed, was an hour full of extremely boring information about where and how money was allocated for the next few months. And yes, normally I might have been interested, but I knew it was all pointless. Very soon I'd have complete control over the office, like a full dictator, and I'd use the money however I wanted. All her planning was going to be pointless.

But I had to sit there and take it, just to get it over with. She was pretty far from someone I could just bend to my will.

Well, for the time being.

I'd definitely give her my full focus after Maria.

I think she reveled in my lack of interest, taking delight in talking with the most obtuse jargon, just to show how much smarter she was than me. And yes, obviously, she had allocated way too much money towards advertising and marketing, her departments.

I'd let her keep those for a while. Just so that she'd be happy with the current coup.

The most agonizing part was the way she kept swaying her body in her excited blabbering.

Those sweaterpuppies jiggled so delightfully that my twice-ejaculated cock was already rising to attention for the third time today.

When she was finally wrapping up, I couldn't help but try her limits a little bit.

"Thanks, Nori-chan," I said in a casual tone.

She froze in place. "Did you just call me... Nori-chan? AGAIN?"

She already looked like she was ready to pop a blood vessel.

"Yeah? So what?"

She leaned against the desk, her furious expression almost stealing my attention from her cleavage.

"I've lived in this country for most of my life. I learned the language, all your stupid colloquiums, and got rid of my accent. I excelled in all my schools, always at the top of my class, and ate white, privileged douchebags like you FOR BREAKFAST! I DID NOT GET THIS FAR TO BE CALLED 'NORI-CHAN' BY SOME RACIST, BASIC BITCH MIDDLE-MANAGER! So... Consider your words carefully. Next time, I'm going straight to HR."

Sheesh.

She obviously had serious hang-ups about her heritage.

"And... What's wrong with being called Nori-chan? I think it sounds cute."

"AURGH!", she grunted in frustration, although her cheeks were reddening a bit. "STOP THAT. Obviously you're making fun of my heritage, you privileged white-toast piece of shit. Go read a book or something!!"

"What book would that be?," I said with a smirk.

"For fuck's sake! With your intellectual level, you should probably start with a children's book!"

"Oh yeah? What's the book called? 'Little Nori-chan is ashamed of her sexy Asian features?'"

Noriko blushed deeply. "W-What?"

I waited for her to start a new rant... But oddly, she didn't. It was like her attitude shifted completely, and now she was waiting for me to continue.

The energy in the room had shifted.

Her anger was gone in an instant... replaced with strange submissiveness.

Better not push this too much. Not right now.

"Nevermind," I said, turning back to my computer. "You can leave now."

For a while, she just stood around, unable to take a step to the door. The blush on her face didn't even vanish. She was clearly trying to think up something to say, but her brain was in overdrive, and eventually she settled on just staying quiet.

As she was leaving the office, I spoke up. "I order you not to go to the HR."

"Excuse me?", she said, still in a state of deep confusion.

"I order you not to go the HR and tell them what I said."

She stared at me a for a good while. "You can't order that."

"But I just did... Nori-chan."

Again, she blushed.

Then she left the office in a huff, banging the door behind her.

I wonder if...

(NORIKO: +8SP) (-48SP)

Okay. Whew.

No HR.

That... That was an incredible gamble.

But it seemed like it worked.

It was weird though.

The moment I implied I found her sexy... it was like all her resistance melt.

Was that... unusual for her?

Did her attitude drive men away?

Based on her revealing clothing, it shouldn't be that unusual.

Or could it be...

That despite her overbearing attitude...

She was actually quite submissive?

And the thing she was secretly yearning for... Was for someone to actually dominate her.

Someone who could match- no, overpower the strength she projected.

Haha.

No worries, Nori-chan.

I'm more than into the challenge.

I should definitely check the app now.

Oh nice. New traits for Noriko- No, wait, that's not all. I also had a new perk!

Fuck yeah! I just crossed the 2000-point limit, so this better be good!

CONGRATULATIONS!

You have achieved the total of 2000 submission points, you have unlocked a new perk!

-AN EMBARRASSMENT OF RICHES-

For an extra cost of 200 SP, you're now allowed to choose both Trait options!

Holy shit.

Wait, how many spendable points did I currently have?

Hmm, just over 900... so the choice might actually not be that easy. I still had to save some of these points if I wanted to upgrade the traits as well.

Well, might as well check what Nori-chan's options are.

-CELEBRATING THE DIVERSITY-

ROUTE A –LUST

-FUKI FUKI FIVE DOLLA-

The subject's handling of English language will start to deteriorate. They will start to make easy grammatical mistakes, such as: "I not like that." or "me speak not so good". Each time they embarrass themselves like this, it will drive up their lust.

ROUTE B –EXHBITIONISM

-REPRESENTING MY ASSETS-

The subject's outfits and style will start to reflect more and more their heritage. For a Japanese person, this might mean wearing kimonos and geisha hairstyle, for a Scandinavian, they might bleach their hair and a Nigerian person might start wearing a Gele. All the outfits and styles will have an overtly sexual or a revealing element to them, and the subject will feel embarrassment for disrespecting their own culture in this way. However, this embarrassment will also transfer into lust.

Yikes.

But you know...

Yeah, I was more than fine with this.

I couldn't wait to modify my little Nori-chan.

Now then. A, B, or... both?

Vote now over, here's the results: