"House Manager?" Greta was overwhelmed by the continuous shocks, her mind in chaos.
"Yes, I'll find a place to stay later. I can't manage everything alone. I won't treat you poorly, and I'll cover your expenses. There might also be work-related tasks for you to handle." Asmon laid out his conditions.
For Greta, an ordinary college graduate from a small town, these terms were incredibly tempting. She knew the "House Manager" title was just a pretext. The boy five years her junior wanted to keep her as his own.
Even so, it was hard to refuse.
Greta was from countryside. Fortunately, her parents were open-minded and worked at factories in the nearby economic zone to put her through college. After graduation, she stayed in Hail City, dreaming of buying a house in Countryside for her parents.
In the first half-year of work, thanks to her striking looks and competence, Greta sold many properties.
Buyers of ordinary homes didn't harbor ulterior motives, and within six months, she earned over 60,000 dollars.
But after she rejected her boss's advances, things took a sharp downturn.
"Alright, I agree." After an internal struggle, Greta finally nodded. On one hand, she decided to bet on Asmon being a true rising star. On the other, Savannah was much closer to Ganzhou, allowing her to visit home more often.
Determined to claim Greta that very night, Asmon suddenly received another notification:
[First Taste of Forbidden Fruit: For the host, the person before you can open the door to a brand-new world. Take her.]
Upon receiving this mission and seeing Greta's flushed face, Asmon instantly lost control, transforming into a hungry wolf.
"Mmm…" Greta was startled as Asmon pounced on her, barely reacting before he grabbed her and sealed her lips with his.
Though she had watched adult films before, Asmon had no real experience. He relied purely on instinct, sucking on Greta's tongue while his left hand slipped under her dress and into her top.
Greta's massive breasts were already tightly constrained by her dress, and with a large hand now wedged between them, space grew even tighter. Asmon felt his left hand squeezed between two soft, smooth mounds, unable to move further.
Yet this stimulation was enough to make a virgin's blood boil. Asmon roughly kneaded Greta's breasts while his right hand reached behind her to undo her dress, seeking more room to explore.
"Mr. Asmon, not in the car…" Greta didn't resist much. In fact, his rough movements made her feel wet between her legs. But no matter what, she couldn't accept losing her virginity in a car.
"It's my first time… please, let it be memorable." Greta pleaded as Asmon showed no signs of stopping.
Hearing this, Asmon finally cooled down slightly.
Greta was a virgin, and so was he. Doing this in a car in the middle of the city was downright insane.
"Let's go to the Grand Hyatt." Asmon buckled Greta's seatbelt and his own, then started the car again.
As for the private room at Stellar Bay Residences?
The deposit could be forfeited.
Asmon had already booked a suite at the Grand Hyatt earlier. For dinner, they could just grab something at the hotel.
After all, the main course tonight was the busty beauty in the passenger seat.
Parking, checking in at the front desk, and heading upstairs to the room—Asmon flew through all these steps. The moment they entered, he scooped Greta into his arms and tossed her onto the nearly two-meter-wide bed.
The executive suite wasn't the Grand Hyatt's most luxurious option, but it still spanned over 130 square meters, more spacious than most apartments. The amenities were naturally top-notch.
"Ah—" Greta felt herself flung onto the soft bed, and the man above her quickly pounced.
"I'll take a shower. We have the whole night ahead. Let me serve you slowly." Greta hadn't expected the young man to become so aggressive. She could only arch her chest, letting Asmon grope her while pleading softly.
Asmon considered it, then released Greta. He slapped her plump ass hard, gave it a firm squeeze, and said, "Fine. But you'll strip outside first."
Greta's face instantly turned crimson.
"Or I'll take you right now." Asmon threatened, pretending to tear at her dress.
"Don't rip it… I'll strip for you." Greta surrendered.
"Stand over there first." Asmon didn't let her undress immediately. Having regained some composure, he knew, as Greta said, the night was long. He could savor this slowly.
Greta climbed off the bed and stood where Asmon directed.
Asmon sat up, pulled Greta to the edge of the bed, and kept her standing while he began caressing her body from top to bottom.
Being toyed with like this by a boy five years her junior, Greta felt a twinge of humiliation. But instead of disgust, she found herself oddly drawn to it.
"Strip."
At these words, Greta obeyed almost instinctively, slowly untying the laces at the back of her dress.
Summer clothes were easy to remove. In under a minute, Greta had shed the dress, leaving only her white bra and panties.
Another minute later, she stood naked before Asmon, unsure where to place her hands. She instinctively wanted to cover herself but feared angering him, so she alternated between clasping them behind her back and folding them in front.
"Alright, go wash up." Asmon played with Greta's body a little longer before sending her to the shower.
He called room service for dinner, then headed to the other bathroom.
It wasn't that he didn't want to join Greta. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold back, and neither of them wanted their first time to be in a bathtub.
Moreover, through his teasing, Asmon confirmed that Greta's submissive nature was real.
Earlier, he'd repeatedly given her humiliating orders and treated her like an object to be played with. Yet after all that, Greta's affection for him had risen to 90!
Men could shower quickly. By the time dinner arrived, Asmon was already out, dressed in pajamas.
He nibbled on some cake and a piece of chicken breast to curb his hunger, then gulped down some premium mineral water. Just then, Greta emerged from the bathroom.
Now clad in a white robe, her slightly damp hair cascading down her back, Greta had only loosely tied the robe. Her ample breasts, slender waist, and even her pussy peeked through with every step.
Asmon patted the bed, signaling her to sit beside him.
"Want something to eat?" Asmon asked with a smile, pulling Greta into his arms.
He felt her trembling.
"Okay." Greta reached for the food on the tray.
"No hands. I'll feed you." Asmon pulled her arm back, pinning it behind her. Then he took a piece of cake, bit off half, and leaned down to offer it…
Greta obediently lifted her head to accept. Asmon pushed the cake into her mouth with his tongue, then swirled it around inside.
After feeding her a few pieces and some water, Greta's eyes grew hazy, and her thick black bush glistened with moisture.
"You slut, already this wet?" Asmon moved the tray aside and tore open Greta's robe, his fingers diving into her pussy.
"you…" Greta tried to protest, but Asmon slapped her 32E breast, sending waves rippling across her chest.
"Talking back?" The slap gave Asmon both tactile and visual pleasure. Unable to resist, he alternated hands, spanking her breasts several times.
"Stop, stop… I'm a slut, a little whore…" Greta hurriedly begged for mercy.
"With tits this big, were you trying to seduce men? Have you really never slept with anyone else?" Asmon kept playing with her pussy while kneading her ample breasts.
"I'm a virgin. These big tits were made just for you, to seduce only you." Greta was already delirious with desire, her thighs rubbing together to soothe the emptiness between them.
"Then how will you prove it?" Asmon stripped off his robe, his 20-centimeter cock standing erect before Greta's face.
"Mmm…" Greta knew what Asmon wanted to hear, but the last shred of modesty kept her from saying it.
Asmon checked Greta's stats and saw her affection had hit 100.
"Think of a way to prove it to me yourself, or I won't take you." Asmon kept teasing her. His own cock ached unbearably, so he pulled her slender legs together and began thrusting between them.
"Please… fuck my pussy and verify my body!" Greta finally couldn't take it anymore and blurted it out.
"Good. I'll deflower you now!" Asmon pulled Greta close, his raging cock pressing against her entrance—but he didn't push in yet.
"Open your eyes! Watch as I take your virginity!" Asmon slapped her breast again, already addicted to the sensation.
Greta didn't dare disobey. She was both enamored and terrified of this boy five years her junior. She opened her eyes without hesitation.
Then, Asmon thrust hard, his massive, burning rod piercing through her.
"Ah!"
With a scream, Asmon felt the resistance and the moment her hymen tore. Dots of crimson bloomed as he entered, staining the sheets. It seemed she hadn't lied.