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The CEO's Seductive Doll

*COMPLETE* [Warning: Mature Content, R18, Contemporary-Fantasy setting] Evanescence "Evan" Holz, a billionaire businessman, received a souvenir from an obscure country that creates s*x dolls called “Eternity Women.” These "Eternity Woman" are life-like and turn alive once activated. To activate them, you need to "use" them. There's only one way for anyone to use a doll: You "play" with them. But what if these Eternity Women weren't just s*x dolls that magically come alive? What exactly is the mechanism behind Eternity Women that makes them into sentient beings in the first place? Is it just the pleasure, or there's something else, something sinister, that gives them life? That’s for Evan to find out. *** EXCERPT: "Raise your hips," he ordered. His voice was husky and demanding. Eternity quickly did as she was told to do. He wasn't a mind reader, yet he knew that it filled her with desire that he was talking to her in such an authoritative manner. Evan slipped Eternity's panties quickly off of her, giving them the same treatment as her bra once they were removed. He flung them away with no care as to where they would land. He nudged her legs wider apart using his, signaling the impending act. As Eternity called it, 'penetrative intercourse.' "May I?" he asked, even though he knew how much she wanted it. She nodded, tears trailing down her cheeks because of how much she had done. "F*ck me, Evan."

kasurindusk · 现代言情
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160 Chs

Traveling with the Doll

"You know, Evan," Freiheit began, rubbing his temples in annoyance. "If there was an alternative, I would've asked the Maestra about it and informed you what you should do."

"If she withheld the information on how to undo the curse, she would most likely do the same about the possibility of an 'alternative'," Evan pointed out.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation," Eternity butted in. "But the ship has now arrived."

Just like Eternity said, a new ship had arrived at the docks of the harbor. 

The ship wasn't exactly great, to be honest, it was probably best to label it as 'small.' It had barnacles growing on its bow, a sign that this ship was of old age already. The wooden planks of the hull were worn, while the sails were frayed at the edges, fluttering noisily in the wind.

"Heading for Manika! This ship is heading to Manika!" A harbor personnel announced, gesturing for people to line up and prepare their tickets.