Chapter 3: The Glass Curtain Wall on a Rainy Night and the Evolution Called "Female Corruption"

The meeting room door slowly closed behind me, shutting out the dim light in the corridor.

The room was dark, the only light coming from the huge floor-to-ceiling window that covered one entire wall. Outside, the city, torrentially raining, was bathed in a mesmerizing glow of neon lights, and streaks of lightning tore through the night sky, instantly illuminating the dimly lit room.

"Is this the arrogant Department Head Kanzaki? I'm really looking forward to it."

A slightly gruff male voice came from the darkness.

Seated at the head of the conference table was a stout, middle-aged man with a menacing face. He was Mr. Tanaka, a key investor in the company. At that moment, he was scrutinizing me greedily, as if examining a piece of merchandise.

The vibrating egg inside me continued its tireless, gentle throbbing, the constant tingling sensation making it impossible for me to stand upright. My legs were weak, and every breath I took was trembling. I struggled to maintain the last shred of dignity in my body, which was already on the verge of arousal.

"Mr. Tanaka..." My voice trembled slightly as I tried to greet him in the tone of a working woman, but the last syllable turned into a coquettish moan due to a sudden vibration from the vibrating egg inside me.

"Come here." Tanaka ignored my opening remarks and patted his thick thigh. "Let me see your sincerity."

That was an order that could not be questioned.

I took a deep breath and, in my high heels, walked towards him step by step. With each step, the sweat-soaked stockings at the base of my thighs rubbed against each other, the slippery sensation mixed with the vibrations of the vibrating egg, causing my rationality to crumble little by little.

As I walked up to him, just as I was about to speak, Tanaka suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me sharply.

"ah!"

I gasped in surprise, lost my balance, and fell onto his lap.

"Mmm...smells so good." Like a boar in heat, he buried his face in my neck, inhaling greedily. "This pungent smell...you've been holding back for a long time, haven't you?"

His large hands began to roam freely over my body. His rough palms, through the semi-transparent black lace shirt, forcefully kneaded my unmasked breasts.

"Mmm...no...don't do this..."

I symbolically pushed him away, but the pleasure of being treated roughly surged through my body like an electric current.

"What are you pretending for? Look at your nipples, they're as hard as rocks."

He cruelly scraped my already erect nipples with his fingernails.

"ah!"

The intense stimulation made me arch my back involuntarily, and my hands grabbed his shoulders without my noticing.

Tanaka didn't rush to take off his pants. Instead, he slipped his other hand under my leather skirt and grabbed my stockinged buttocks.

"That butt...it's really fleshy."

Snap!

He gave that firm, elastic buttocks a good squeeze, then slid his fingers down the cleft and touched the vibrating egg.

"It's still shaking? Looks like you really want it."

He maliciously pushed the vibrator further in.

"Ugh...uh...too...too deep...!"

I leaned weakly against his chest, my eyes glazed over, only able to gasp for breath.

"Kneel down."

Tanaka suddenly pushed me away and pointed at the carpet, giving orders.

I obediently knelt on the carpet between his legs, my hands supporting my knees. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his already engorged and erect penis, exuding a strong masculine scent. A drop of excited pre-ejaculate even clung to the purplish-red glans.

“No need for your mouth. Turn around and face the window.” Mr. Tanaka’s voice carried a hint of wicked amusement. “I want to watch you get fucked by me in front of the whole city.”

Facing the window?

That was the ultimate test of shame.

I turned around and placed my hands on the cold floor-to-ceiling glass. Outside, countless lights shone, and although I knew no one could see me from this height, the illusion of being watched still sent shivers down my spine.

"Stick your ass up higher! Like a bitch in heat!"

Snap!

A loud slap landed hard on my pert buttocks.

"ah!"

I cried out in pain, but my body reacted instinctively. My waist slumped, my buttocks shot up high, and my legs spread wide, assuming a perfectly executed "doggy squat" position. My high-slit leather skirt slipped down to my waist, completely exposing my private parts, clad in shiny stockings and soaking wet from the vibrating egg, to the air.

Mr. Tanaka roughly ripped off the vibrating egg cable that was still attached to the outside.

puff.

The pink toy was pulled out of her body, bringing with it a stream of clear, stringy vaginal fluid. Before that feeling of emptiness could even spread, it was filled by something even more brutal.

"Ugh... Ughhhhh!!!"

Without any lubrication, that thick, fleshy penis tore through the stockings, and with that thin layer of nylon fabric, it forcefully shoved into my tight, wet passage.

Pain! Swelling! Heat!

The feeling of being forcibly pierced by a foreign object instantly tore at my nerves.

"So tight! Is this what it feels like to be with a top-quality woman?!" Mr. Tanaka let out a beast-like growl, gripping my slender waist tightly with both hands, and began to thrust back and forth wildly.

Snap, snap, snap, snap!

The sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the silent conference room, accompanied by the sizzling sound of the stockings being rubbed repeatedly, sounding extremely lewd.

"Ah...ah...too...too deep...!"

My face was pressed against the cold glass, squeezed and deformed with each impact from behind. With each thrust, that thing would press hard against my cervix, bringing a maddening, tingling pleasure.

Just then, something unexpected happened.

When that penis slammed into the depths of my cervix once again, a jolt of electricity instantly pierced my brain.

boom--!

This wasn't just physical pleasure; it was more like a floodgate being opened. Countless fragments of memories that weren't originally mine flooded into my mind like a tidal wave.

Those are memories belonging to Reiko Kanzaki.

The scenes flash by: at her previous company, she knelt under the bald manager's desk, swallowing and vomiting in order to climb the corporate ladder; in a late-night bar, she was taken into a toilet stall by a stranger and had wild sex with him; she looked at the impeccably dressed, powerful woman in the mirror, but deep down she craved to be treated roughly, to be filled, to be treated like a plaything...

I see... I see!

Beneath this seemingly proud queenly exterior lies a soul that desperately yearns for depravity!

"Ah...ahh...yes...right there...harder...!"

My voice changed. The male tone that had previously carried a hint of resistance completely disappeared, replaced by a pure, wanton moan belonging to Reiko Kanzaki.

The flood of memories didn't reject my consciousness; instead, they acted as a catalyst, completely dissolving and reshaping my original masculine soul. I felt I was no longer that man in the suit; I was her, I was this bitch yearning to be fucked by a big cock!

"I'm a bitch... I'm your bitch... Ahhh! Deeper! You're going to break my uterus...!"

I shook my head frantically, my chestnut curls were already a mess, and sweat streamed down my face, ruining my expensive makeup.

The mirror reflects my current appearance.

His eyes were unfocused, his pupils rolled upwards, revealing large expanses of white—a face of utter ecstasy, proof of the depravity known as "Ahegao." His tongue uncontrollably protruded from his mouth, saliva mixed with groans, stretching into silvery threads from the corners of his mouth and dripping onto the floor.

"Look at yourself now! Do you even look like a minister? Huh?"

Mr. Tanaka laughed wildly as he increased the **** of his blows. He grabbed my breasts, which were trembling violently with each impact, and roughly kneaded them, his nails digging deep into my snow-white flesh.

"No... I'm not the minister... I'm... I'm a sex toy... a condom specifically for you to release your semen... Waaah... It feels so good... It feels so good..."

I cried out, my face a mess of tears and snot. Those were tears of utter shattered reason, and also of the joy of awakening as a "female".

The staff structure inside my body seemed to sense my "awakening".

I could clearly feel that the "skin" covering me was undergoing a wondrous change. It was no longer just a simple outer garment, but was beginning to deeply merge with my soul. The slight sense of separation that had previously existed had completely disappeared.

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

It felt as if countless tiny tentacles were cheering inside her body, greedily clinging to the in-and-out penis, squeezing and sucking, extracting every bit of pleasure.

"Damn! This pussy is getting tighter and tighter! It's squeezing me to ****!"

Mr. Tanaka clearly sensed this change as well; his breathing became heavier, and the frequency of his thrusts was as fast as a pile driver.

"It's...it's coming! Catch it for me!"

With a low growl, he thrust his penis deep into the very depths of my uterus, pressing firmly against my delicate clitoris.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

At that moment, I also experienced an unprecedented and intense climax. It wasn't the fleeting pleasure of male ejaculation, but a continuous bombardment where every cell in my body screamed and burned. A burst of white light exploded before my eyes, my mind went blank, leaving only an overwhelming sense of bliss.

Plop—Plop—

Streams of scalding, thick liquid, like a volcanic eruption, poured wildly into my uterus.

The burning sensation was almost melting me.

**Absorb Essence**

The staff's hidden function was automatically triggered.

What was poured into my body was not just semen, but pure life energy. I could feel that the scalding liquid did not flow out, but was greedily absorbed by that magical inner wall.

The heat flowed rapidly down the spine and spread throughout the body.

The muscles, previously exhausted from excessive sex, instantly surged with power. The skin became firmer, smoother, and shimmered with a pearly sheen. The breasts seemed firmer and fuller, the waist more slender, even the face…

I collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, and turned my head to look at the reflection in the French windows.

In the flash of lightning, I saw myself as I am now.

It was still Reiko Kanzaki's face, but it was more than just her. Her features had become more refined and alluring, with an indescribable sensuality in her eyes and brows. Her skin was so white it seemed to glow. What was once just ordinary beauty had now become an almost otherworldly beauty.

It was an evil flower that bloomed fully after being irrigated by male essence.

"Hoo...hoo...you're really something..." Mr. Tanaka pulled up his pants, looked at me sprawled on the floor like a lump of mud, and patted my face with satisfaction. "That's what a good woman should look like. Next time, remember to wash up and come straight to my room."

He turned and left the conference room, leaving me alone lying on the cold floor.

I slowly propped myself up.

Although my legs were still trembling and my private parts were still numb, I felt better than ever before.

I stretched out my now longer, whiter fingers, gently wiped the drool from the corner of my mouth, then put them in my mouth and sucked on them with a dreamy look in my eyes.

"Is this... what it feels like to be a woman?"

I looked out the floor-to-ceiling window at the vast city, and at the naked, lewd, yet breathtakingly beautiful woman reflected in the glass.

Reiko Kanzaki is dead.

Or rather, she has become one with me.

I am now a new being, possessing a man's soul yet indulging in female pleasure. This staff... this body... is not merely a tool for ****; it is the key to paradise.

"I'm so hungry..."

As I stroked my flat but semen-filled lower abdomen, a new desire rose within me.

This amount of essence is far from enough to "satisfy" this perfect body.

I stood up unsteadily, my high heels still sturdy, and walked towards the door. Tonight's hunt might have only just begun.