Chapter 8: The Office Rules of the OL Queen and the Complete Submission of Everyone

On Monday morning, Tokyo's office districts, as usual, were shrouded in a gray concrete jungle and the oppressive morning rush hour. Countless office workers in cheap suits squeezed into elevators like sardines, each with a weary and numb expression on their face, selling their souls for a living.

But in the building where Reiko Kanzaki lives, there seems to be a slightly restless, sweet, and fishy smell in the air today.

Nine o'clock sharp.

A red Porsche Cayenne, with a deep roar, came to a domineering stop at the main entrance of the building.

The car door opened, and a pair of striking red-soled high heels landed first. They were Christian Louboutin's classic So Kate, with 12-centimeter stilettos that seemed like two sharp blades piercing the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Reiko Kanzaki came out.

The air in the lobby seemed to freeze instantly. Everyone's eyes were involuntarily focused on her, and they even forgot to breathe.

She looked different today, not wearing that stiff black business suit.

Instead, she wore a boldly tailored white fitted suit dress. The suit jacket featured a deep V-neck design, and underneath... it seemed she wasn't wearing anything at all. Her deep cleavage was faintly visible as she walked, and her two full, round breasts trembled slightly with each step, almost as if they were about to burst out of the fabric.

She wore an extremely short pencil skirt that clung tightly to her full, pert buttocks. But what was most eye-catching were her legs.

Those long legs, encased in top-quality ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings, shimmered with a delicate, pearly luster in the sunlight. The texture was so translucent that you could even see the faint blush at the knees and the bluish veins at the ankles.

"Da, da, da."

After two days of frantic "eating" over the weekend and the continuous modification of the staff, this body seemed to have undergone some kind of qualitative change.

I shifted my shoulders uncomfortably. The expensive white fitted suit jacket seemed to have shrunk. Not that the jacket had shrunk, but my breasts… my already impressive breasts seemed to have grown even larger. The flesh felt softer and heavier, and with each breath, I could feel the electric, tingling sensation of my nipples rubbing against the silk lining.

The skin becomes more sensitive, and can even clearly perceive the movement of dust particles in the air.

"call……"

I took off my sunglasses, and my altered, slightly upturned, alluring eyes swept across the lobby.

Everywhere I looked, the naked desire in the eyes of those men—security guards, deliverymen, and white-collar workers in a hurry—was no longer a bother to me, but rather a tangible source of nourishment.

I could feel every cell in my body cheering, the kind of excitement a apex predator feels when seeing a herd of prey.

As for the soul of that once timid and hesitant male employee who was worried about his performance?

He was overwhelmed by the overwhelming female instincts of this body. Now, I even feel that the man's life before was like a colorless black and white movie.

Good morning, everyone.

My voice wasn't loud, but it possessed a strange magnetic penetrating power, tingling and numbing as it drilled into everyone's ears, hooking their souls like a hook.

Several newly hired male employees stared in disbelief, not even noticing that they had spilled their coffee all over the floor.

I smiled with satisfaction. The pleasure of being the center of attention and the object of everyone's fantasies caused a slight trickle of love fluid to seep from under my bare skirt.

"Da, da, da."

I walked into the elevator with the grace of a cat.

This time, I didn't go to the top floor, but went directly to the regular office floor.

"bite."

The elevator doors opened, and the previously noisy open-plan office area instantly fell silent. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared blankly as the woman, seemingly bathed in a soft-focused light, walked in.

I can smell it.

The air was filled with various smells—cheap cologne, sweat, coffee, and... the strong scent of male hormones hidden beneath these smells.

I'm so hungry.

Although the body is not lacking in energy, the psychological hunger is like a bottomless pit.

I walked straight to my office, and paused slightly as I passed Takagi's workstation.

Takagi, the 1.85-meter-tall, muscular athletic intern. Right now, he's staring at me with his mouth agape, his eyes fixed on my chest, which is swaying violently with every step I take.

"Takagi-kun."

I stopped in front of him, deliberately puffed out my chest, and made the deep white cleavage under my deep V-neck directly in his line of sight.

"Bring the coffee to my office now."

"Yes, yes!" Takagi jumped up as if she had been electrocuted, and hurriedly went to pour coffee.

As I entered the office, I locked the door behind me.

I've transformed this place into a more comfortable hunting ground. The heavy, deep red curtains are half-drawn, making the room dimly lit and ambiguous. A long-haired rug lies under the desk, prepared for a certain position.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

I sat in a large executive chair with my legs crossed, a position that made my extremely short pencil skirt almost reach my upper thighs.

Takagi walked in with a cup of coffee, her eyes darting around, not daring to look at my face, but unable to resist glancing at my legs.

"Minister, your coffee."

He walked to the table, bent down, and put down the cup.

Just then, I deliberately "accidentally" knocked a pen off the table.

"oops."

I let out a soft gasp, but instead of bending down to pick it up, I leaned back and crossed my arms over my chest. The movement squeezed my breasts out of shape, making them almost burst out of my clothes.

"Takagi-kun, could you help me pick this up?"

"Of course!"

Takagi immediately crouched down and crawled under the desk.

This is exactly what I want.

From his angle, he only needed to raise his head slightly to see the view under my skirt, which was completely exposed.

Today, apart from the white lace stockings that dig into my flesh, I'm completely naked underneath. My pink slit, slightly parted from the excitement, is glistening with dewdrops, facing his face.

"Gulp."

A clear sound of swallowing saliva came from under the table.

Takagi froze. That glimpse of fleshy spring light, mixed with a rich feminine scent, instantly shattered his last remaining rationality.

"Minister...you..."

"Did you see that, Takagi-kun?"

My voice became hoarse and languid, carrying an undeniable command, "Is it beautiful?"

"So...beautiful..." Takagi's voice trembled, a reaction to the overwhelming happiness and sense of transgression.

"Since it looks so good, then...why don't you try it?"

Instead of closing my legs, I gently placed my foot, clad in a red-soled high heel, on his broad shoulder, then slid it down his arm, the tip of my shoe lifting his chin.

"As long as you behave well... this will be your private dining spot from now on."

As I spoke, I slowly parted my legs.

The rich, sweet, fishy smell, a mixture of perfume and bodily fluids, hit me instantly.

"I want to! I want to!"

Takagi couldn't hold back any longer and pounced on me like a dog in heat, burying her face between my legs.

"Ah... um..."

When his rough, warm tongue licked my clitoris without reservation, I shuddered violently and gripped the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands.

The pleasure was so intense.

This body's sensitivity seems to increase every day. Just the licking of its tongue makes me feel like an electric current is running directly to my cerebral cortex.

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

I could feel the inner walls of my lower body rejoicing, secreting copious amounts of love fluid in response to his service. At the same time, the ability to absorb essence also began to operate passively.

Although it was just oral sex, I could feel the youthful, restless vitality of Takagi flowing into my body little by little through the point of contact.

"Yes...right there...suck hard..."

I looked down at the man buried between my legs, and a twisted sense of conquest welled up inside me.

I used to envy Takagi so much for his tall and handsome looks, thinking he was a winner in life. But now, he's nothing more than a dog kneeling at my feet, wagging his tail and begging for my bodily fluids.

This double inversion of identity and gender made me so happy that my toes curled up.

Ten minutes later.

Takagi walked out of the office, his face flushed and his lips glistening with tears. He looked as exhausted as if he had just finished a marathon, but his eyes were filled with fervent adoration.

I straightened my skirt, touched up my makeup, and walked out of the office looking radiant.

Inside the conference room, the usually dignified and respectable managers were still waiting for the meeting to begin.

The moment I pushed open the door, I could feel that all the men's gazes had changed.

They looked at me like I was a piece of meat exuding a deadly allure. And I looked at them like I was a row of crops waiting to be harvested.

"Then, let the meeting begin."

I walked to the head seat, placed my hands on the conference table, and leaned forward.

The deep V-neckline was open, revealing her two mounds of white, smooth skin that trembled with her breath. The air was instantly filled with the sound of people swallowing.

"I want to double the performance target for this quarter."

I said with a smile, my eyes sweeping over every man present.

"Whoever has the best performance... tonight, I'll go to their house for 'one-on-one tutoring'."

The moment those words were spoken, the entire conference room erupted in excitement.

My words ignited the greed, desire, and competitiveness in those men's eyes.

As I looked at this group of elites who had become slaves to their desires, the soul of "Reiko Kanzaki" in my heart let out a satisfied sigh.

This building, this company, even the world...

It will eventually become my backyard—the backyard of this being who possesses a man's soul but has evolved into a succubus queen.

My poor fiancé, Takumi, is probably still at home going crazy watching last night's security camera footage.

It's okay, I'll give him a good "comfort" when we get home tonight. After all, sustainable development is the only way forward.

I stuck out my tongue and licked my luscious red lips.

A new life has just begun.