Chapter 246: Continued Report
Aisha remained slumped against Rohit’s chest, completely spent, her breathing still uneven as she rested her forehead against the side of his neck.
"Just... a little longer," she mumbled. "Don’t move yet."
Rohit shook his head with a quiet, amused smile. What he usually craved was an eager partner who kept up with him — but right now she was drained, and forcing it would only ruin the pleasant weight of her body on his lap. Waiting a bit was fine.
He reached past her and pulled the laptop closer.
Even as he focused on the screen, he could still feel her. Every few seconds her wet pussy gave small, involuntary twitches around his cock, soft and rhythmic, like it was quietly milking the tension from his body. The sensation was strangely clarifying. His mind felt sharper, more focused, running at a higher speed than usual. For a fleeting moment he thought that if he opened the stock market right now, he might actually walk away with millions.
He pushed the thought aside and turned to what actually mattered.
"Lisa. Show me everything from Vani’s phone. Chronological order."
The AI complied.
The first file was a video thumbnail. Rohit clicked it.
The recording showed Vani entering a luxurious hotel suite with a well-dressed young man. She looked relaxed, even close with him — no fear, no resistance. They began undressing soon after. The footage quickly turned explicit.
The sudden visual made Rohit’s cock twitch hard inside Aisha. She let out a soft, startled gasp and instinctively rolled her hips once, grinding down on him.
Rohit immediately closed the video.
He moved on to the chat logs and documents instead. Piece by piece, the picture became clear.
Vani had met the man during a hill station trip. What started as a fling continued after she returned. Eventually he asked for a favor — game data.
When she tried to refuse, he threatened her with the video and promised her a better position at another tech company in exchange for cooperation. Every leak earned her a cut to keep quiet. Whenever the demands grew too heavy she hesitated, but the moment the video was mentioned she fell back in line.
He had even forced her to recommend some other girls for lower positions under her. Those girls were meant to watch her and carry out the tasks she refused, effectively acting as his lackeys so he could keep sabotaging the company from a distance.
Interestingly, in her most recent messages she had not mentioned Rohit at all, despite him catching her. She only reported that she had failed to delay the process because a technician fixed it — which was technically true, and something her pursuers would have no reason to doubt.
Everything still looked normal on her end. The surprising part was the clear show of trust — she was obviously expecting him to cover for her.
Rohit gave a small, reluctant nod of respect. At least she hadn’t panicked and exposed everything. More importantly, he now had a solid lead on who had been undermining the gaming company — something even his genius sister Arya had struggled to pin down.
He ordered Lisa to identify the man.
The result came quickly: son of the owner of Gunjan Mobile Electronics, a rising company that had gained traction with their Exon smartphone line and some overseas partnerships in Asia. The father had previously worked in a defense-related PSU before resigning mid-career and starting the business with bank loans. Beyond that, the family’s digital footprint was almost nonexistent — social media presence scrubbed clean, public records minimal. The entire family felt deliberately opaque.
That alone was a red flag.
Crushing them would be easy. A few quiet calls and they would disappear. But doing so would only alert whoever was actually backing them. A family with their background shouldn’t have risen this smoothly without strong connections. Someone bigger was clearly moving pieces behind the scenes. May be talking to Vani with leisure would sort this out.
Rohit filed the information away and decided to check on Namrata next. He had been meaning to see how she was doing after drinking so heavily.
"Lisa. Open Namrata’s latest messages."
The most recent one loaded—and it was a long one.
[Today morning (6:12 a.m.)
Namrata: Sorry Rohit, there’s bad news. Seo-yeon’s father has grounded her. I don’t know what happened between you two after I passed out, but I hope you didn’t cross any line. She only texted me that she’s grounded for a week and not to bother you "specifically." I’ve also been hearing some crazy stories that don’t make sense. I’m thinking of going to her father today at evening to ask. Hope you’re coming? Same time?]
Rohit’s heart rate spiked despite himself.
He knew exactly what had happened on the rooftop with Seo-yeon. The sudden grounding, combined with the pointed "specifically," was too precise to ignore. A faint pang of unease settled in his chest. He was confident no one had come upstairs that night... but the wording still bothered him.
Multiple possibilities. No clear lead.
Best to leave it for now.
He typed a short reply — Okay — and hit send.
The moment the message went through, the entire interface minimized to the desktop without warning.
Before he could react, Aisha complained loudly against his chest.
"Not fair. How did your hands move so fast?"
Rohit glanced down at her and gave a smug little smile. She had been faking exhaustion, trying to sneak a look at his system. Lisa, however, was no ordinary AI. She had been monitoring Aisha the entire time and automatically hid the interface the second she tried to peek — without needing an extra command.
That was exactly why Rohit dared to multitask with someone this close.
He gave her bare ass a firm smack, making her jolt and gasp.
"If you’re energetic enough to spy," he said dryly, "then you should be energetic enough to move."
Aisha pouted, still resting against him.
"Hmph. And here I thought you believed me." Aisha shifted her hips slightly, starting to grind in slow, lazy circles again. "Why can’t we do both at the same time?"
Rohit didn’t bother answering with words. Instead he shoved his face between her full breasts, arms wrapping firmly around her waist as he spoke against her soft skin.
"Because I want to enjoy you properly... with my full attention."
Aisha’s fingers curled into his hair almost on instinct. She braced one hand on the armrest to keep her balance while she continued riding him in slow, deliberate rolls of her hips. A small, impressed smile tugged at her lips even as her ears turned visibly red. Still, she couldn’t resist a sarcastic remark.
"Attention to me... or just my boobs?"
Rohit stopped moving and looked up at her, expression unusually serious.
"Are they different? Are your tits not part of you?"
Aisha’s heart skipped. The bluntness of it, delivered so casually, made her face heat up. Before she could come up with a reply, Rohit’s phone rang.
He glanced at the screen. Lisa would never let a call through unless it was important. His brows furrowed when he saw the name.
Naina.
He gave Aisha a brief look and muttered, "Business."
The single word drained the playful heat from her expression. Her pussy was still wet and twitching around his cock, and he was suddenly talking about business? She felt a sharp flicker of annoyance. Crossing her arms under her breasts, she pushed them up slightly, making them look like two angry, rounded mounds as she sat there pouting in silence.
Rohit switched into business mode. After Ragini’s earlier warning, he didn’t dare ignore this call.
Before he could even greet her properly, an excited voice came through.
"Hi Rohit. Heard you missed me."
Rohit blinked, mildly puzzled, but played along. He cleared his throat, sounding just a little hesitant.
"Hi... well, yes. You could say that. I actually couldn’t help wondering what those cryptic messages meant. You only replied with ’hi’ and then went silent. I almost thought you were ghosting me for some unknown reason."
Naina’s voice trailed off thoughtfully, almost like she was speaking to herself.
"Huh... so that actually works. Nice. So this is how it is."
Rohit raised an eyebrow.
"Sorry?"
She quickly recovered, though her tone became slightly more careful.
"I mean... I have a performance this morning. I was wondering if you could come. Nayan was asking for you."
The last part sounded hastily added, and in the background Rohit could faintly hear a male voice protesting.
Still curious, he nodded along.
"I’d love to. How could I miss a friend’s performance?"
Naina sounded genuinely excited for a second.
"Oh, really?" Then she cleared her throat and tried to sound more composed. "I mean... that would be really supportive. My brother said his plans changed and your presence would be reassuring."
Rohit gave a small, smug smile.
"Sure, I’ll be there. But who told you I was asking about you?"
Naina paused.
"...Someone close to you."
"My mom?" Rohit guessed immediately.
"Guess you two really are close. She just called me earlier. We talked for a while. She mentioned you’d brought me up a few times and that you were looking forward to meeting this weekend."
Everything clicked into place.
So Ragini had already started moving pieces. She was serious about pushing him toward other girls — clearly thinking ahead about his future.
Rohit knew she still carried some guilt over her current choices, but he was confident he could eventually bring her into his harem properly. What kind of setup would it be if the woman he valued most wasn’t part of it?
Naina went on to give him the timing and promised to share the venue details shortly.
When the call ended, Rohit looked down at Aisha.
She was staring at him with the expression of a chicken that had just been thoroughly used and not even paid for the trouble. Arms still crossed, cheeks puffed, clearly annoyed.
He made a slightly apologetic face.
"Sorry. It was actually urgent."
Aisha let out a long, heavy sigh, as if forcing herself to accept it. Then she leaned forward, cupped both of his cheeks, and kissed him hard — deep and lingering. When she finally pulled back, her eyes were softer, though still carrying a hint of sulky heat.
"It’s fine," she muttered. "But you owe me."
Rohit’s smile turned sharper. The leftover irritation on her face, combined with the way she was still sitting on his cock, lit something back up in him.
In one smooth motion he stood up, lifting her with him.
Aisha let out a startled yelp and clung tightly to his neck.
"Hey—! Idiot! You’re going to drop me, you lecher!"
Rohit only laughed under his breath and carried her straight to the bed, dropping her onto the mattress. She bounced once, still half-laughing, half-protesting, as he climbed over her and settled between her legs again.
This time he didn’t hold back.
He fucked her deep and steady until her playful complaints turned into broken moans, and she was clutching the sheets, begging him to slow down — even as her legs stayed locked around him.