Chapter Nine: The Feast in Vienna

Two months later, in Vienna. The Monarch Foundation's core meeting was held at a classic private estate on the banks of the Danube. Ostensibly an annual biotechnology summit, it was in reality a high-level secret meeting of Project "M"—all the key figures were gathered, including the mysterious "M" mentioned by the Paris remnants. Ella (Zero) was invited to attend as "Monarch's new chief advisor for Asia."

She wore a deep red, low-cut evening gown, her J-cup breasts almost spilling out from the silk fabric, her cleavage so deep it seemed to conceal a secret; the skirt was slit up to her thigh, revealing the lace trim of her black stockings, the open crotch design making each step a secret, damp sensation. Eve-Δ moved slowly within her, maintaining a subtle, almost imperceptible stimulation, keeping her cheeks flushed with the rosy hue of a mature woman.

The male alter ego, Ryan, infiltrated the manor's perimeter security team as a security contractor. The banquet began. Ella, carrying champagne, moved through the crowd. Her target was the conference host—the head of Monak's Black Research Department, a remarkably well-preserved sixty-year-old silver-haired man, the direct representative of codenamed "M." The man noticed her immediately.

“Ms. Ella, I’ve heard so much about you.” He smiled, his gaze lingering unabashedly on her cleavage. “I’ve read the report from the Asia region; it’s very… fascinating.” Ella returned a charming smile, her fingertips lightly touching his arm. “Manager, I’m also very interested in tonight’s meeting… Could we find a quiet place to talk privately?”

The man's Adam's apple bobbed as he led her to the private study on the second floor of the manor. The moment the door closed, the atmosphere changed instantly. Ella pressed herself against him, her large breasts against his chest, her red lips kissing the side of his neck. The man growled as he picked her up and slammed her onto the desk, roughly ripping off the straps of her evening gown, revealing her J-cup breasts, their nipples already erect.

He lowered his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard. Ella tilted her head back, panting, her long, black-stockinged legs wrapping around his waist, her skirt fully lifted, revealing the soaking wet slit at her crotch. "Manager...so urgent..." she gasped, unzipping the man's pants; his penis was already hard and burning. The man thrust himself in. "Ah—!" Ella screamed, her vagina tight and wet, the layers of flesh frantically wrapping and sucking.

Eve-Δ transmitted all her pleasure synchronously to Renn in the distance—Renn shuddered violently in the guardhouse on the outskirts of the manor, a distinct bulge appearing between his legs. On the desk, the man thrust in and out like a beast, each stroke reaching its deepest point. Ella's black-stockinged buttocks were deformed by the impact, her large breasts swaying violently in front of her chest, milk splashing out and soaking the man's suit.

She deliberately clenched her muscles, and the man growled as he sped up: "You... are even more perfect than described in the report..." Ella's eyes were alluring: "Then... can you tell me the final plan for the meeting now?" The man's mind went blank, and he trembled as he uttered the core secret—"Project M" had entered its final stage, and next month, Eve-Δ's **** capture and analysis operation would be launched at the secret base in Iceland, using private armed forces.

The information was in hand. Meanwhile, Ryan was operating on the perimeter. He infiltrated the security center and encountered a female guard in charge of surveillance. The guard was attracted by the muscular physique beneath his uniform and was quickly pinned to the control panel, her white coat lifted, her legs wrapped around his waist. Ryan's thick, long penis thrust in and out repeatedly, the guard screaming and squirting as he extracted information from her about all the security loopholes and escape routes at the manor.

A double pleasure returned simultaneously—Ella screamed as she reached her climax on the desk, a gush of fluid spurting out and wetting the man's pubic bone. The man then ejaculated. Ella straightened her evening gown, leaving the limp manager behind, and gracefully departed. Rein wiped away the traces and withdrew. Zero (within Ella's body) compiled the intelligence: secret base in Iceland, next month. [Host...they're coming to capture me.]

With the entire armed forces.

Should we...go to greet them?

In the most lewd way. 】 Ella (Zero) stood on the manor balcony, gazing at the night view of the Danube, a cold smile playing on her lips. See you in Iceland.