CHAPTER 92: YOU’RE A GREEDY HUMAN, A VESSEL OF DESIRE...

On a luxurious king-size bed that could accommodate two to three people, the dark golden bedding was wrinkled and disheveled. A tall man, naked from the waist down, pinned a voluptuous and mature beauty beneath him like a cage.

The woman’s slender, shapely legs were clad in fashionable black thigh-high stockings with red trim, lying motionless on the bed.

Though the man’s cock wasn’t fully erect, it already boasted an imposing size, its massive glans hinting at its potential. A glistening thread of precum shimmered at the tip of his slit, sticky and translucent like stretched cotton candy, as if the slightest movement would send it dripping onto the woman’s stocking-clad thighs.

The quiet bedroom was filled with the alternating sounds of their heavy breathing.

The woman’s delicate, jade-white hands were pressed firmly against the edge of the bed by the man, her palms facing upward, fingers twitching slightly, showing no signs of struggle.

Her moist, alluring face now carried a faint trace of shyness, her long, slightly upturned eyelashes fluttering frequently, her mesmerizing eyes locked onto the man before her.

Her towering breasts rose and fell with each breath she took.

Mina, the feared "Ice Queen" supervisor of Shigella’s sales department, the woman who made employees tremble at the mere mention of her name, now lay as docile as a kitten, silently anticipating the moment she and her beloved would step into the unknown realm of carnal pleasure.

Though Mina hid it well, her gradually warming cheeks and erratic breathing betrayed her nervousness. At work, she was always composed and effortless, but when it came to matters of love and intimacy, she was utterly clueless. Fortunately, the internet was vast, allowing her to glean some theoretical knowledge about sex.

One second, two seconds... A full minute passed, yet Jake still hadn’t taken the initiative.

"What’s wrong?" Mina asked softly.

Jake’s powerful limbs pinned Sister Mina down, but his mind was in turmoil. His gaze grew distant as Sister Mina’s intoxicating breath warmed his face, his body’s desire slowly awakening, his cock hardening in response.

Yet his brain refused to obey. Without orders from its commander, his limbs remained frozen in place, unmoving.

A flash of struggle crossed his lust-filled face. A long-dormant electric sensation surged back, faintly crackling like static in the air.

Though the desire Sister Mina had stirred in him hadn’t faded, it hadn’t grown either. Jake seemed to have lost his soul, his mind as clear as a mountain spring while his body remained shrouded in deep shadows.

Seeing Jake remain silent, Mina assumed he was still hesitating and couldn’t help but curse inwardly, "You little brat, so domineering earlier, and now you won’t move. What exactly do you want?"

If this were the workplace, the clever and resourceful Mina would have resolved the situation easily. But now, the dynamic between them was no longer purely professional.

The atmosphere, the position, the indescribable tension—Mina felt she didn’t have enough leverage.

"Jake, let go of me first."

Jake remained unresponsive, so Mina twisted her wrists slightly. Suddenly, Jake’s eyes cleared, as if realizing his own roughness, and he slowly released her.

"Sister Mina, I..." Jake trailed off, unsure what to say. Everything had happened too suddenly—from overwhelming desire to utter confusion. He didn’t understand what was happening to him.

Freed from Jake’s restraint, Mina sat up slowly, her movements graceful and seductive, a stark contrast to her usual demeanor at work.

Jake had watched the cold, aloof supervisor Mina transform into this delicate, submissive version of herself step by step. Beyond the shock in his heart, there was also a hint of fear.

If his love for Mia was ten out of ten, his feelings for Sister Mina were barely three. Yet this emotional imbalance had led to an intimacy far beyond what their relationship warranted.

As a man, Jake could enjoy Sister Mina’s tentative advances, but if they crossed the final boundary between them, the consequences were something he dared not imagine.

"Mm, don’t speak." Mina, however, couldn’t care less. After preparing for so long, she wasn’t about to let Jake off easily.

One moment Jake was hesitating, the next he was met with the sight of Sister Mina’s scorching, nosebleed-inducing display. His stalled desire instantly overwhelmed his mind, his blank thoughts now flooded with lust.

Mina lowered her head slightly, her dewy eyes hazy and alluring, her delicate under-eye crescents radiating charm as she smiled faintly. A rosy flush spread across her fair cheeks, her petite nose elegant and well-defined, her thin lips coated in even red lipstick. Paired with her understated makeup, mature charm, and tender expression, she was the very image of a man’s fantasy.

Her flaxen hair was smooth and glossy. Mina swept it aside, revealing her flawless, snow-white arms, adorned with an intricately engraved gold bracelet. Like a magician, she produced a hair tie and tied her hair into a ponytail.

Jake’s breathing grew heavier, his eyes lustfully fixed on Sister Mina’s stunning figure.

Seeing this, Mina felt a surge of pride. She then slipped the straps of her negligee off her shoulders, letting the flimsy black lace garment fall away, revealing her disproportionately full, voluptuous breasts.

Mina seemed to have a preference for black—her nails, both fingers and toes, were painted black, her usual outfits predominantly featured black, and even her bra was black.

To match her negligee, she had opted for a strapless black bra, but even a standard-sized one couldn’t contain the sheer volume of her breasts, leaving them spilling out in a semi-cupped fashion.

Most of her smooth, milky-white cleavage was exposed, gleaming under the light.

By now, Jake’s eyes were bloodshot, his lustful gaze making Mina feel as if she were breaking out in goosebumps. The enormous cock between his legs, unlike anything she’d ever seen or heard of, twitched occasionally, as if celebrating its imminent entry into the mature beauty’s waiting pussy.

Such tantalizing yet ordinary movements couldn’t last too long—most men weren’t that patient. Mina had learned this online, so she quickly removed her skin-tight leather pants.

In just a few motions, her curvaceous, seductive body was left in nothing but her lingerie and stockings.

Jake was stunned.

She had intended to remove her stockings as well, but seeing Jake on the verge of losing control, she decided against it and instead pushed him back onto the bed.

Placing her delicate hands on Jake’s chest, she cooed, "Aren’t you going to take yours off?"

Snapping out of his daze, Jake wordlessly stripped off his shirt, baring his entire body.

Now facing each other naked, Jake’s sun-kissed skin exuded health and vitality, his faintly visible four-pack abs showcasing a man’s pride.

"This is a real man. This is the kind of partner who deserves me." Mina couldn’t help but exclaim.

Unintentionally revealing her inner thoughts, she instinctively glanced at Jake. To her surprise, the man who had been on the brink of losing control moments ago seemed not to have heard her, remaining motionless against the headboard.

Unbeknownst to her, Jake’s mind had already wandered elsewhere.

"Jake, go on, unleash your desires. Don’t hold back." A ghostly voice suddenly whispered in his ear.

"Who are you?"

Jake found himself in a chaotic space, surrounded by countless scenes of sexual acts playing on repeat like a movie. Upon closer inspection, the male lead in each scene was none other than Jake himself.

The female leads, however, seemed to be pixelated, their faces blurred beyond recognition.

"Haha, you ask who I am? Let me ask you this—who are you?"

"I’m Jake, of course!" Jake panicked, overwhelmed by the surrounding "films." Like a child caught red-handed, he grew restless and began running around frantically, searching for an exit. Even though the women’s faces were obscured, Jake, familiar with their bodies, immediately recognized them as his girlfriend Mia and his aunt Taylor.

"Jake? No, you’re not. You’re a greedy human, a hypocritical beast, a vessel of desire..." The ghostly voice suddenly intensified, its tone sinister and penetrating.

Finding no escape, the frantic Jake grew furious, violently kicking at the "film doors," his head shaking violently, his lips twitching. "No, I’m human, but I’m not a beast. I’m not greedy. I’m a good person."

"A good person? Tsk tsk tsk. Ever since you gained the ’heart-reading’ ability, you ceased to be a good person. To be precise, you are no longer... human."

"Bullshit! How am I not human? I’m human, of course I’m human..." After exhausting all efforts to no avail, Jake finally gave up, collapsing onto the ground in defeat, muttering to himself.