The System's directives continued to push the boundaries of Jian's calculated reality. The newest mission pulsed with a peculiar domestic twist: [Mission: Integrate Farm Wife. Reward: Enhanced Control Over Acquired Assets.] The identity Jian was currently inhabiting came with a wife – a woman of wholesome beauty and a robust figure, a product of healthy farm life. He brought her to the company, feigning a need for her to assist with his "work."
He played the part of the devoted, slightly bewildered husband to perfection, presenting her to Mr. Davies. The manager, already emboldened by his escalating power, did not disappoint. A casual, possessive stroke landed on her glutes as she was introduced. Jian's wife recoiled, a flush spreading across her face, and later recounted the indignity to him, her voice filled with righteous anger.
"You must apologize to the boss," Jian insisted, feigning naivety. "He's a good man, just… direct. It's likely a misunderstanding." His words, laced with the System's subtle influence, found purchase.
Mr. Davies, overhearing Jian's surprising instruction, looked visibly thrilled. He watched, a smirk playing on his lips, as Jian's wife entered his private office later that day. She knelt, her face a mask of mortification, offering a mumbled apology. Mr. Davies, relishing the unexpected submission, made her pay. He allowed his hand to redden her glutes with firm, stinging caresses, a blatant display of his displeasure and her newfound subservience. Then, with a satisfied grunt, he settled his full weight upon her, using her as a temporary, living seat. The raw power dynamic was electrifying to Jian's senses.
A daring thought, prompted by the System, then formed on Jian's lips. He leaned into Mr. Davies, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "You know, Mr. Davies… my wife… she's quite innocent. A true virgin, from the countryside."
Mr. Davies's eyes widened, a spark of intense excitement igniting within them. His virility visibly stirred, a tangible reaction to Jian's audacious revelation. His body began to perspire, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead.
Mr. Davies's internal thought:A virgin? And this idiot just hands her to me? This is even better than the others. Untouched. This man truly is a fool, a goldmine for my pleasures.
Throughout the night, Jian, observing every detail through his enhanced System vision, watched as Mr. Davies took charge. Sounds of muffled pleasure, soft moans, and the unmistakable wet slosh of "melted ice cream" occasionally filtered from the office, hinting at the prolonged intimacy unfolding within. The bed moved rhythmically, a testament to the passionate exchange. Many in the office building, though hearing the sounds, pretended not to notice, their silence a testament to Mr. Davies's rising authority.
Jian's internal thought:He thinks I'm a fool. He thinks he's getting away with something. The depth of his smugness fuels me. This pleasure, the knowing, is exquisite. My property, his pleasure, my ultimate control.
Jian's wife's internal thought (at the start):He's so crude! How could Jian ask me to apologize? This is humiliating. I hate this… but… he's so demanding, so… powerful. My body feels so strange under him. (Later thoughts, as the night progresses, would become a confused mix of resistance, pain, and a dawning, unwelcome response to his relentless domination, too complex to fully articulate, but hinting at the profound, unsettling change taking place.)
Jian completed the mission with satisfaction. His wife of this identity, once spirited and independent, now emerged from Mr. Davies's office noticeably more subdued, more docile, her eyes carrying a new, almost vacant obedience towards her "boss." Jian was intensely proud, a deep, resonant pleasure settling in his chest. The thrill of having what was "his" taken, yet secretly orchestrated and controlled by him, was paramount. He relished the landlord's oblivious enjoyment, his smug satisfaction at Jian's feigned ignorance. This subtle game, where Mr. Davies believed he was getting away with a secret, while Jian saw and reveled in every moment, was the ultimate "green" victory.