To the Egyptian Museum again, Antonio congrulates him over the pomotion

THE MUSEUM GAME – POWER, BETRAYAL, AND CORRUPTION

The Office – A Demon’s Throne Room

Stefano’s new office smelled of leather, mahogany, and sin.

Sunlight streamed through frosted glass walls, casting geometric patterns across the polished desk where museum paperwork should have been—had Emma not swept it all aside to make room for her worship. The Filipina trainee knelt between his spread thighs, her lithe body bare beneath the open blouse of her discarded uniform, glossy black hair spilling over his lap as she swallowed his cock with the devotion of a zealot.

Her violet-pink serpent tattoo pulsed with each bob of the exotic beauty's head, the mark of his corruption glowing faintly against her golden skin.

"Good girl," Stefano purred, fingers tightening in her hair, guiding her rhythm.

Emma moaned around his girth, her free hand working between her own thighs, three fingers plunging into her dripping cunt with obscene wetness. The sound of her arousal—her need—echoed off the soundproofed walls, a private symphony of submission.

The Osiris Ring on his finger thrummed in approval.

98% corruption.

Almost there.

Then—

A knock.

The door swung open before Stefano could respond.

The Old Friend – Antonio’s Weakness Exposed

Antonio filled the doorway like a storm cloud rolling in—broad-shouldered, salt-and-pepper stubble shadowing his jaw, the jagged scar across his left cheek pulling tight as he grinned.

"Yo, Stefano," the security guard rumbled, voice rough from decades of cheap cigarettes and cheaper whiskey. "Heard you got the big office now. Fuckin’ king, eh?"

But his eyes—dark, shrewd, flickering with something ugly—betrayed him.

Envy.

"No way Arianna agreed to this... Bitch hates his guts."

Suspicion.

"He has been acting strange as of late... What if the rumors are true?"

Fear.

"Was he really the one who gave Marina an anal prolapse? What if he is also the one behind that unlucky cop's case..."

Stefano’s lips curled.

His friend's mind had only conjectures to work with, for now.

"Antonio," he greeted, voice smooth as aged bourbon. A subtle flick of his wrist sent a drowsy wave of hypnotic compulsion slithering into the older man’s mind. "Sit down. We need to talk about loyalty."

The Ring flared violet.

Energy lashed out—invisible, insidious—drilling past Antonio’s surface thoughts (the jealousy, the guilt over Maria, the secret midday fucks with tourists in the basement) and into the roiling cesspool of his subconscious.

Antonio’s grin faltered. His breath hitched. His cock stiffened visibly against his uniform pants.

Emma’s moan crescendoed, her throat working around Stefano’s length, her fingers fucking herself faster.

"Loyalty, huh?" Antonio chuckled, voice strained. His calloused hands twitched where they hung at his sides. "We’ve always had each other’s backs, man. Like when you covered for me with Maria."

Guilt.

Stefano struck.

The Ring rewrote memory itself—Antonio’s first time cheating, the Swedish blonde’s pussy, the shame—twisting it, warping it, replacing it with the unshakable truth that Stefano’s cock was his salvation.

The Hypnosis – Rewriting Reality

"You’ve been distracted, old friend," Stefano murmured, leaning back in his leather throne. Emma’s lips slid down to his base, her nose pressing into his pelvis as she deepthroated him with practiced ease. "Neglecting your duties. Your wife."

Antonio’s throat worked. Sweat beaded along his hairline. His pupils dilated as the Ring’s power saturated his synapses.

"Maria’s… fine," he muttered, but the lie tasted like ash.

Stefano’s chuckle was a velvet blade. "Is she?"

A mental nudge—

—and Antonio remembered:

Maria bent over their marital bed, Stefano’s claws digging into her wide hips as he pounded her from behind, her massive tits swaying, her moans loud enough to wake the neighbors.

"Fuck!" Antonio gasped, hand flying to his cock.

"You liked watching," Stefano purred, twisting the memory further. "Loved it. Needed it."

Emma’s fingers redoubled their efforts between her thighs, her cunt squelching obscenely. The sound snapped Antonio’s attention downward—

—but Stefano’s will **** his gaze back up.

"Look at me."

Compulsion laced every syllable.

Antonio obeyed, eyes glazing as the Ring’s power saturated his mind.

"Kneel."

The older man dropped like a marionette with cut strings, knees hitting the plush carpet with a thud. His breathing turned ragged, uniform pants tenting obscenely.

Emma pulled off Stefano’s cock with a wet pop, lips glistening. "Master…?"

"Show him how it’s done, pet."

The Filipina slithered around the desk, her naked body a vision of submission. She cupped Antonio’s stubbled jaw, guiding his face between her thighs.

"Lick," Stefano commanded.

Antonio’s tongue plunged into Emma’s dripping pussy with a desperation that bordered on religious fervor.

"Good boy," Stefano murmured, stroking his own length lazily. "Now you understand loyalty."

The Ring’s glow intensified.

Corruption: 45%... 60%... 75%...

By the time the museum’s closing bell rang, Antonio would be another pawn on the board.

And Maria?

She’d thank Stefano for breaking her husband properly.