Chapter 88: The First Feed
The heavy doors of the inner chamber had sealed them in, leaving Jun and Sora in a space that felt unnervingly quiet. The air was cool, the lighting dim, and the only sound was the low, rhythmic hum of the recording equipment embedded in the walls and ceiling.
Sora stood close to Jun, her fingers fidgeting with the fabric of her uniform. She looked at the camera lenses—tiny, unblinking eyes—and felt a strange cocktail of emotions. For her entire life, every public appearance had been curated. Every gesture, every word, and every expression had been polished to corporate standards. Being watched was normal; being observed in her most intimate state was entirely new.
“I’m… actually a bit nervous,” Sora confessed, her voice barely a whisper, her fingers twisting the fabric of her uniform. “I’ve never had anyone see me like this. Not in a way that wasn’t… managed.”
She looked up at Jun, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of vulnerability and a sudden, sparking hunger. “My whole life has been a performance, Jun. Every movement, every expression… it’s all been calculated for the board, for the public, for the family. The idea of being stripped bare—not just physically, but emotionally—with the knowledge that others are watching… it’s terrifying.”
She paused, her breath hitching as she felt a sudden, warm pulse of arousal between her thighs. “But at the same time…” she whispered, her voice becoming a bit more breathy, “there’s something about it that’s… exhilarating. The thought that they’ll see me lose my composure, that they’ll see exactly how much I want you… it makes my heart race in a way I’ve never experienced. It’s like a secret I’m finally allowed to share, but on a scale that’s almost overwhelming.”
Sora leaned into him, her body trembling slightly. “I’ve spent so long being the one in control, the one who manages everyone else. The idea of just… letting go, knowing that I’m being observed in my most vulnerable state… it’s making me ache. I’m nervous, yes, but I’ve never felt more awake. I want them to see. I want them to know that I belong to you.”
Jun reached out, his hand cupping her cheek and tilting her face up to meet his gaze. A small, knowing smile played on his lips. “Then forget the managers, Sora. Forget the standards. Today, you aren’t the CEO of the Tsukama Group; you’re just my woman.” He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, seductive rumble. “Let go of all that tension. Moan as loud as you want. Be as wild as you feel. The more you lose yourself, the better the ‘data’ will be for the testers.”
Jun reached out, his hand cupping her cheek and tilting her face up to meet his gaze. A small, knowing smile played on his lips. “Then forget the managers, Sora. Forget the standards. Today, you aren’t the CEO of the Tsukama Group; you’re just my woman.”
He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, seductive rumble, his breath warm against her ear. “Better yet… forget the titles entirely. In this room, in this moment, you’re just my slave.”
The word hit Sora like a physical shock. A violent shiver raced down her spine, starting at the base of her skull and cascading all the way down to her toes. For a woman who spent every waking hour commanding thousands of employees and navigating the cutthroat world of corporate warfare, the word “slave” was the ultimate release. It was the only thing that could truly silence the noise of her responsibilities.
As the word echoed in her mind, she felt an immediate, pulsing reaction between her thighs. Her pussy clenched instinctively, and a sudden, hot flood of lubrication surged, soaking her underwear. The sensation was visceral—a heavy, dripping wetness that made her feel completely exposed and vulnerable.
“Mmm…” Sora let out a soft, breathless laugh, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of submission and raw hunger. She knew he was teasing her, but the underlying care and dominance in his voice acted like a catalyst, melting the last of her corporate reserve. She felt herself leaning into him, her body practically humming with the need to be commanded.
Suddenly, a soft ping echoed through the room, and the indicator light on the wall shifted from a steady amber to a vibrant, glowing green.
The recording had begun.
Without a word, they began to undress. Jun was efficient, his clothes hitting the floor in a matter of seconds. He stood before her, toned and powerful, his presence filling the room. Sora was slower, her fingers trembling slightly as she worked the buttons of her shirt.
Jun didn’t wait for her to finish. He stepped into her space, his hands finding the curves of her waist and pulling her flush against him. He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a deep, hungry kiss. The room was suddenly filled with the wet, sloppy sound of their tongues meeting—a rhythmic slurp and squelch that echoed in the silence of the chamber.
While his mouth claimed hers, his hands migrated upward, cupping her heavy breasts through the fabric of her bra. He squeezed them firmly, his thumbs rubbing over her nipples, feeling them peak instantly under his touch.
Sora let out a muffled, needy moan—“Mmm-nnn…”—her hands reaching down to the waistband of his boxers. As she slid her hand inside, there was a soft, friction-filled shhh sound of fabric sliding against skin. Her fingers curled around the thick, pulsing heat of his cock, and a jolt of electricity shot through her as she felt the sheer size of him, the skin stretched tight and throbbing against her palm.
Jun groaned into the kiss, his hand moving to the front the front clasp of her bra. With a single, practiced flick, he unhooked it, freeing her breasts. He didn’t stop there; he shifted his focus, his lips trailing away from her mouth to the sensitive curve of her nape.
He pressed his lips to her skin with a wet, suctioning sound—shlup—sucking the flesh deeply. Sora’s head fell back, and a loud, throaty moan escaped her—“Ahhh…!”—as she felt the sharp, possessive pull. He sucked harder, leaving a dark, bruised hickey, while his other hand descended to the curve of her ass, squeezing the plush flesh with a soft, fleshy thwack.
Sora’s breath hitched, her body shuddering under the intensity of the suction on her neck and the pressure on her hips. She tightened her grip on his cock, her fingers massaging the head, her moans becoming a series of rhythmic, breathless whimpers that signaled her complete surrender.
Sora’s breath hitched, her head falling back. As his tongue swirled against her neck and his hand worked her breast, she tightened her grip on his cock, her fingers massaging the head. The combination of the sharp suction on her neck and the friction of her hand on him sent a surge of pleasure through her. She let out a sharp, needy cry, her body shuddering in a light, sudden orgasm that left her legs weak.
Jun sensed the shift, his grip tightening as he guided her backward. He lowered her onto the bed, her body flushed and trembling from the sudden peak. Sora lay there, her chest heaving, her eyes hazy with desire.
Jun hovered over her, his lips returning to hers in a slow, lingering kiss. He then began a deliberate descent, his mouth trailing down from her jaw to the sensitive curve of her neck. Each kiss was accompanied by a wet, suctioning sound—shlup, shlup—as he left a trail of dark, possessive hickeys across her porcelain skin.
Sora let out a long, shaky moan—“Ahhh… Jun…”—her head lolling back as she felt the heat of his breath.
He didn’t stop until he reached her breasts. Jun spent several minutes there, his lips circling her areolas in a dizzying pattern of heat and moisture. He sucked her nipples deep into his mouth, the wet, slurping sounds of his tongue filling the room. He lightly bit the peaks, pinching them with his teeth, sending jolts of electricity through her.
Sora’s moans grew louder, more unrestrained. “Mmm… ah… Master…” she whimpered, the word slipping out naturally as her mind clouded with pleasure. “Master… please…”
Jun shifted, his body trailing further down her torso. He kissed her belly, his lips grazing her navel, leaving a trail of heat that made her skin prickle. He moved lower, his breath hot against her thighs, and then he reached for the edge of her panties.
He hooked his fingers into the fabric and pulled them down slowly. As the lace slid away, a glistening, wet trail was revealed—a clear sign of how much she wanted him.
Sora’s breathing became heavy and ragged, the sound filling the quiet room with a series of desperate, uneven gasps. “Haa… haa…” Her chest heaved violently, her breasts rising and falling in a frantic rhythm as she struggled to catch her breath. Each inhalation was a shaky, shuddering effort, her lungs feeling too small for the amount of oxygen her racing heart demanded.
Her legs fell open in a silent, wide invitation, her thighs trembling from the sheer intensity of her arousal. She looked up at him with wide, expectant eyes, her pupils blown wide, her entire body humming with a visceral, aching need that only he could satisfy. She was no longer the composed CEO; she was a woman stripped of everything but her hunger, her ragged breaths the only sound in the room besides the thumping of her own heart.
Jun leaned in, his gaze locked on her exposed heat. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, his tongue flicked out and entered her pussy, tasting her for the first time.