Chapter17-Tame the Slut! (18+)

I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest as I glanced around the office, ensuring that the coast was clear. 

With a deep breath, I unbuttoned my pants and slid them down, feeling the cool air against my skin. 

Sitting at my desk, I pushed aside the piles of paperwork, making room for myself.

My cock sprang free, and I wrapped my hand around it, feeling the familiar sensation of arousal coursing through me. 

The sound of my own breathing filled the air as I began to stroke myself, the friction sending waves of pleasure radiating through my body.

I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation, losing myself in the rhythm of my movements. 

With each stroke, I felt myself growing harder, the pleasure building with each passing moment.

"Ahh, I feel I am going to cum at any moment."

I could feel the tension coiling in my stomach, a familiar warmth spreading through me as I approached the edge of release. 

I knew that I was close, so close to reaching that peak of pleasure.

The loads of sperms in my balls were gearing up to be released.

But just as I was about to let go, the door to my room swung open, and I froze, panic coursing through me like an electric shock. 

'What the fuck? Now of all time...'

My heart raced in my chest as I saw the figure standing in the doorway. 

It was a woman, her attire marking her as an assistant. 

But what caught my attention the most was her beauty. 

She had chestnut hair that flowed down her back in gentle waves, framing her heart-shaped face. 

Her almond-shaped emerald eyes, accentuated by subtle eyeliner and long lashes, were mesmerizing. 

Her skin was a creamy porcelain, exuding an aura of elegance and maturity, and she had an hourglass figure that was impossible to ignore. 

As she stepped into the room, the scent of her delicate perfume wafted toward me, a mix of floral and subtle musk that only heightened my arousal.

My eyes darted toward her massive breasts and her curvaceous butt, the fabric of her dress hugging her figure in all the right places. 

Despite my panic, I couldn't stop stroking my cock, the sensation of my hand moving along my length almost unbearably intense now.

The sight of her, the way she moved, the softness of those boobs– it was all too much.

"Ugh, shit, I can't control it anymore!," I shouted, unable to control myself any longer. 

'Urghh, damn, I shouted, but I doubt anything will happen. Besides me and my assistant, no one else usually comes into my office at this time, unless there's an emergency meeting.'

The pleasure peaked, and I felt the release rushing through me. 

My body tensed, and with a final, shuddering stroke, I shot my sperm, the warm, sticky fluid spurting out and landing alarmingly close to her leg.

My eyes darted to her face, seeing her cheeks flushed a deep red with a mix of embarrassment and anger. I felt a strange, twisted sense of satisfaction at her reaction, even though I knew it was wrong. 

"Michael, you sucker! Dress up!" she shouted, snapping me back to reality with her words.

Scrambling, I pulled up my pants and fastened them quickly, trying to regain some semblance of dignity. Once I was dressed, I looked at her, her face a mix of rage and shock.

"What the hell were you doing, masturbating in the office? Don't you have any common sense? I never even in my dreams would have thought our famous boss was an exhibitionist," she continued, her voice rising with every word.

I looked at her, taking in her familiar face. She was Kiara, my once most trusted assistant. 

Not now... Why? 

While she was still ranting, her words becoming a blur, I decided to use my appraisal skill on her.

'Appraise.'

A system window appeared before my eyes.

**Name:** Kiara Henderson 

**Height:** 5'9"  

**Weight:** 165 lbs  

**Age:** 26

**Personality:** Traitor, Intelligent, Slut, Masochist.

**Evaluation:** Iron-Rank Hunter.

As I read the details, the reality of the situation began to sink in. 

"I knew she was a traitor, but seriously, a slut? A masochist? Wait! Is she really that kind of woman?"

The revelation shocked me. 

I looked at her again, ignoring her harsh insults, and wondered what I should have expected from her.

Kiara was appointed by my father to be my assistant. 

She had been one of his most trusted aides until the previous Michael discovered her true identity. 

She was actually a secret agent working for our business rival's Trader app, the second most popular app for transactions. 

The previous Michael caught her red-handed because she was acting suspiciously.

So, with the help of a government hacker, he hacked her phone and uncovered her dark secrets.

From the day Kiara became his assistant, not a single high-value transaction went smoothly. 

She leaked all the transaction details to our rivals, who then spread the information publicly, damaging both our reputation and our app. 

As a result, our company hadn't secured any high-value transaction deals for a few days, which was unusual since we typically had big deals every two to three days.

The previous Michael constantly got punished by his father, even though it wasn't his fault.

Poor him.

When he discovered that Kiara was the traitor, he planned to kill her in the most painful way possible. 

Unfortunately, he passed away before he could carry out his plan.

"Shut up, bitch!" I shouted, cutting through her tirade. 

She was utterly confused and shocked by my words.

'You can't expect me to treat you better when you are a traitor.'

Kiara's face twisted in fury. "You fucker! How dare you say those words to me? Just wait until I complain to your father about th—"

Before she could finish her sentence, I grabbed her neck and looked into her eyes. She was in shock and extreme fear. "Bitch, don't test my patience!" I growled.

Kiara began choking, panicking as she grabbed my hands with both of hers, trying to free herself but failing. 

I tightened my grip and brought my face close to hers, a devilish smile spreading across my lips. "Understood?"

She painfully nodded, her eyes filled with terror. Satisfied, I tossed her to the ground.

Kiara gasped for air, coughing violently as she lay on the floor. 

I watched her struggle, my heart pounding with a mix of adrenaline and satisfaction. 

The power dynamic had shifted, and she knew it.

"You're not going to tell anyone anything," I said, my voice cold and commanding. "If you even think about it, you'll regret it. Do you understand me?"

She nodded again, her face a mask of fear and submission.

'Hmm, I didn't expect that to work so quickly.'

I decided to act rougher in front of her to make her submissive, but I never thought it would be so easy. She must really be a masochist.

For the first time, I saw the real Kiara—stripped of her arrogance, exposed, and vulnerable. 

The previous Michael's plan may not have come to fruition, but I would ensure that she paid for her betrayal.

"Now get out," I ordered. "And remember, I'm watching you."

Kiara scrambled to her feet, her movements shaky and unsteady. 

She glanced at me one last time before rushing out of the office, the door closing behind her with a decisive click.

Alone again, I let out a deep breath, the tension slowly leaving my body. 

This world was full of surprises and challenges, but one thing was clear: I would not be a victim. 

That's for sure.

After standing for a few seconds, I sat back down in my comfortable chair, massaging my forehead and muttering, "Did I overdo it?"

I felt satisfied, but a bit unhappy at the same time.

Thinking about what I did before, I realized I couldn't control my anger with her. Choking her... Was probably too much, but seeing her panicked and submissive felt really good.

Still, I was worried.

Would she get suspicious of me now? Would my actions make her leave this job and go back to being a secret agent? 

I couldn't let that happen. 

I had to keep her under my control and make sure she stayed within my grasp.

Just as I was pondering my next move, a system window appeared in front of me.

New Quest: [Taming the Slut!]

Ensure Kiara remains loyal and under your control.

Objective: Tame 0/1.

Reward: Bronze-Rank Sword.

Bonus objective: Convert her into your personal fuck toy.

Reward: Skill Levels and (Dash) (Skill)

(Accept/Reject)

The system window hovered before my eyes, and I couldn't help but smile. 

'Perfect timing,' I thought. 

This quest was exactly what I needed.

I barely hesitated. "I was already planning to make her loyal to me," I mused. "This is practically a free reward."

What really caught my attention, though, was the bonus objective's reward. 

A new skill, specifically Dash, could be incredibly useful for me, especially since I preferred using daggers. 

Being able to move quickly and close gaps would greatly improve my combat abilities.

With a smirk, I chose "Accept." The system confirmed my choice with a soft chime.

**Quest Accepted: [Tame the Slut!]**

Now, I needed to make sure Kiara remained within my control and slowly convert her. 

This would take careful planning and execution, but the rewards were worth the effort.

Now, I am finally free.

Just when I thought I could relax, a realisation popped into my mind.

'Ugh, I forgot to check the previous's quests rewards.'