Chapter Two: The Chairman's Secret Training and His False Playthings

The air in the corridor was cold and dry, a stark contrast to the surging heat within me.

"Da, da, da..."

The sound of high heels on the carpet was dull, but to me it sounded as rapid as a heartbeat. With each step, the thin, shiny stockings at the base of my thighs rubbed together, making a soft rustling sound. This sound traveled through bone conduction to my eardrums, each time reminding me—I was currently wearing nothing underneath my skirt.

That feeling of emptiness, completely exposed, combined with the unique roughness and smoothness of the nylon stockings, constantly stimulated the most sensitive areas.

"Haa..."

I couldn't help but bite my lower lip lightly, forcibly suppressing the groan that was about to escape my throat.

This body is so sensitive, it's almost as if it was designed to be played with. The mere friction of the fabric while walking was enough to make my female private parts, which I had never experienced before, start secreting love fluid, and that sticky, wet feeling gradually soaked through the stockings between my legs.

The warm, moist sensation of being wrapped in tight nylon is both shameful and irresistible.

The chairman's office was located at the end of the corridor, with a heavy double mahogany door.

I stood in the doorway and took a deep breath. My two large breasts heaved violently with each breath, almost bursting the semi-transparent black lace blouse.

"Thump, thump."

I raised my hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

A deep, authoritative middle-aged male voice came from inside the door.

I pushed the door open.

It was an extremely luxurious office, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows offering a view of the city's dazzling nightscape. An elderly man with graying hair, dressed in a well-tailored suit, sat behind a large desk, swirling a glass of amber-colored whiskey in his hand.

He is the highest authority in this company and the mastermind behind "Reiko Kanzaki"—the chairman.

The moment he saw me come in, his eyes instantly became fiery and greedy, his gaze roaming over my body without restraint, finally settling on my barely visible breasts and the extremely high slit of my skirt.

"This outfit...it seems you've finally come to your senses and are ready to give yourself completely to me, Reiko?"

He put down his wine glass, a playful smile playing on his lips, his eyes gleaming with the ferocity of a predator.

I suppressed my nervousness and tried to imitate Lingzi's usual tone, making my voice sound aloof and calm.

"Chairman...didn't you say you had some special work to assign me?"

"Hmph, still pretending?"

The chairman stood up, walked around the desk, and walked towards me step by step.

As he drew nearer, a strong smell of cigars wafted over me. The lingering instincts of my body instantly triggered a stress response—fear, and also a tamed submissiveness. My knees involuntarily weakened, and I felt an urge to kneel.

No! I am me!

I gritted my teeth, forcibly controlling the trembling of my body, and stood still.

The chairman walked up to me, and his hands, covered in age spots, suddenly reached out and roughly grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

Tell me, are you wearing anything underneath?

His other hand slid down my waistline, caressing my buttocks through my leather skirt.

"No...no..."

I answered tremblingly, my voice filled with undisguised shyness. This wasn't entirely feigned, because that hand was kneading the sensitive flesh of my buttocks through the thin skirt.

"very good."

The chairman smiled with satisfaction, then suddenly thrust his finger downwards, slipping it directly into the hem of her skirt.

"hiss!"

I couldn't help but gasp.

His fingers encountered no resistance and touched the stockings that tightly covered my private parts. The rough touch of his fingertips pressing against my labia through the nylon sent a shiver down my spine, and my legs instinctively wanted to clamp together.

"Open up," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I could only obediently spread my legs.

"Oh? It's already this wet?" The chairman felt the wetness on his fingertips, and his smile became even more lewd. "You usually act like a high and mighty queen, but you're actually such a slutty bitch in private."

As he spoke, he began to circle his fingers on the damp stockings, pressing hard on the swollen, congested clitoris.

"Ah...! No...don't..."

The intense pleasure instantly shattered my defenses. My body simply couldn't withstand such stimulation; I felt like a fish thrown ashore, helplessly gasping for breath.

"Don't want it? Your body says otherwise."

The chairman suddenly withdrew his hand, turned around and walked to his desk, taking out a black remote control and a pink oval object from the drawer—a vibrating egg.

"Since you want it so much, then enjoy it. This is the latest model, and I prepared it especially for you."

He threw the vibrator at me.

"Put it in yourself. Through the stockings."

The command rang in my ears like a thunderclap.

Through stockings?

Should I... stuff this thing in?

I looked at the pink toy in my hand, still vibrating slightly, and then at the chairman's mocking gaze. Shame overwhelmed me like a tidal wave, but along with it came an even stronger desire to be filled.

"What? Do you want me to do it myself?" The chairman's voice turned cold.

"No...I can do it myself..."

With trembling hands, I lifted the front of the leather skirt.

At that moment, her two long, beautiful legs, wrapped in glossy black stockings, were completely exposed to the air, and the triangular area between her legs, soaked in love fluid and dark in color, looked even more lewd.

I slowly squatted down, spreading my legs wide, assuming an extremely humiliating M-shaped stance.

The chairman watched with great interest, and even took out his phone to start taking pictures.

"What a beautiful view... please continue."

I bit my lower lip and pressed the pink vibrator against the damp crotch of my stockings.

The cold, plastic feel transmitted through the thin nylon made me shiver.

"Hmm... Haa..."

I pushed hard.

My soft labia were forcibly **** open, and my stockings were pulled and sank into the crevice of my flesh. As the vibrator went deeper and deeper, the feeling of fullness from being stretched open by a foreign object made me both painful and excited.

"So...so deep..."

Finally, the entire vibrator was fully inserted, leaving only a thin thread dangling outside. Because of the stockings, the feeling of a foreign object was even more pronounced, and every tiny movement would rub against the sensitive inner walls.

"Stand up."

I used the table for support and struggled to stand up. The feeling of something between my legs made it impossible for me to close them; I could only maintain an awkward, slightly open position.

"Then, let the game begin."

The chairman pressed the remote control in his hand.

Buzz—!!!

A powerful tremor erupted within me instantly.

"Aaaaaahh ...

I let out an uncontrollable, high-pitched scream, and my whole body leaned backward, barely managing to stay upright by gripping the corner of the table tightly with both hands.

The vibrating egg felt like a mad drill, ravaging my most sensitive depths. The friction through the stockings amplified the pleasure, each vibration feeling like it was scraping my very soul.

"Ah...ah...turn...turn it off...I can't take it anymore...!"

I cried and begged for mercy, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably. But it wasn't from the pain; it was from the intense pleasure, so intense that it terrified me, as if my brain was melting.

"Begging for mercy? This isn't even the highest level yet."

The chairman sneered and pressed the button on the remote control again.

Buzzing—!

The vibration frequency instantly increased to a higher level, turning into intermittent, powerful pulses.

"Ah! No... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to... I'm going to come...!"

My legs trembled violently, my knees clattering against each other. The once tight stockings were now soaked with copious amounts of vaginal fluid, becoming incredibly slippery. The vibrator slid wildly inside, each impact on my cervix sending a tingling, electric shock through me.

"Come here. Sit up."

The chairman sat back in his chair and patted his thigh.

My mind is a complete mess right now; I can't think of anything except pleasure. My body instinctively wants to find something to rely on, to fill itself up more.

I staggered over, and with each step, the vibrating egg inside me would strike, making me let out a shameful moan.

I walked up to him, turned my back to him, and slowly sat down.

His thighs were strong and powerful, but I was more interested in that hard thing down there.

"Move it yourself."

He didn't rush to take off his pants, but instead had me sit on his lap, rubbing against him through his suit pants.

"Ugh...okay..."

I started to twist my waist.

My buttocks rubbed against the rough fabric of the suit, the vibrating egg inside me vibrated wildly, and my huge breasts swayed up and down with each movement. That **** sense of depravity made me completely succumb.

"That's it... Reiko... You're a born slut..."

As the chairman spoke, he reached out and roughly kneaded my breasts.

"Mmm...ah...harder...harder..."

I shamelessly begged, puffing out my chest and offering my two soft mounds of flesh to him.

Just as I was about to reach another climax, the chairman suddenly pressed the pause button.

The buzzing stopped abruptly.

"ah……?"

The emptiness I felt, like falling from the clouds, made me want to scream.

"Don't rush," the chairman whispered in my ear, his voice low and sinister. "The real show is yet to come. A big client is coming tonight and specifically wants to see you."

"A big...client?"

A hint of doubt flashed in my dazed eyes.

“That’s right. If you can satisfy him, your bonus this quarter will double. If you can’t… you’d better prepare to make those kinds of movies to pay off your debts.”

The chairman's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over my head, making me a little more sober.

Turn him into a leather object?

The thought flashed through my mind. No, not yet. This old fox is very wary, and I haven't had enough fun yet.

Since I am Kanzaki Reiko, and since this is a night filled with desire and depravity, I might as well go with the flow and see who this so-called "big client" really is and what kind of excitement he can bring me.

"Oh……"

I turned around, straddled the chairman's lap, hooked my arms around his neck, and looked at him with my misty eyes.

"That depends on... how the chairman rewards me."

I stuck out my tongue and gently licked his earlobe, feeling his body stiffen noticeably.

"What an ungrateful slut."

The chairman cursed, but the lust in his eyes burned even brighter.

"Go ahead. He's waiting for you in the conference room next door. Remember... bring the little toys inside."

He turned the vibrator back on, but this time he set it to micro-vibration mode.

That persistent, subtle tingling sensation was even more torturous than the violent vibrations from before. It was like an invisible little hand, constantly reminding me of the emptiness within me, teasing my nerves, and keeping me in a state of restless, unsatisfied desire.

I stood up and straightened my skirt, even though it didn't cover anything at all.

"Yes, Chairman."

I walked step by step toward the door, wearing high heels, my legs pressed tightly together, enduring the constant itching.

Who is the prey this time? Or rather, whose prey am I?

But I know that tonight, Reiko Kanzaki will utterly degenerate into a **** to desire. And I, within this beautiful shell, will revel in this frenzied feast.