Synopsis
I owed Shen Mohan thirty million. The day I signed the slave contract, he personally placed that remote-controlled vibrator inside me and said, “From now on, if you’re late even once, I’ll make it vibrate until you cry.”
Today, I was seven minutes late.
In the top-floor conference room, more than twenty executives were seated. President Shen, dressed in a sharp suit, spoke in a voice cold as ice: “Let’s begin.”
But his left hand slid subtly under the table.
Buzz—
The vibrator hit level seven instantly. I bit my lip hard, trying to stifle the muffled moan that escaped.
Every pair of eyes in the room snapped to me.
He didn’t even raise an eyelid. His thin lips curved slightly, and in a low voice that carried to everyone, he said, “Assistant Su, any comments? ”
My legs went weak, barely able to keep me standing. My panties were already soaked, dripping onto my sheer stockings—but he, outwardly cold as steel, stared at me with eyes that seemed ready to devour me right there.
