Chapter 93: Negotiation
Jun sat leaned back in the plush leather chair of the private waiting room, his expression calm and composed. Beside him, Akane moved with her usual disciplined grace, placing a steaming cup of Americano on the table in front of him.
Jun took a slow slow sip, the rich aroma of the coffee filling the room. “The coffee is good, Akane,” he remarked, his voice a low, steady vibration. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her slim, athletic frame, then shifted back to her eyes with a playful glint. “Sit with me for a while. I find myself wanting your company.”
Akane paused, a small, shy smile touching her lips, but she shook her head, her posture remaining disciplined. “I should attend to Sora-sama first,” she replied softly. “She’ll be in a state after that session. She needs her… recovery.”
Jun let out a soft, amused huff and reached out, his fingers grazing the back of Akane’s hand—a touch that was light, yet sent a visible shiver through her. “Sora is fine, Akane. She’s still resting on the bed, probably half-asleep and floating in the afterglow. She isn’t going anywhere for a while.”
He tilted his head, his voice dropping an octave, becoming more intimate. “Besides, I’m the one who’s been waiting. Don’t you think I deserve a little of your attention first?”
Akane’s cheeks flushed a soft pink, her breath hitching. For a moment, the disciplined maid vanished, replaced by a woman who was deeply affected by Jun’s attention. She looked at him, her eyes shimmering with a mix of longing and loyalty.
“You are… very persuasive, Jun-sama,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. But, remembering her role, she gently withdrew her hand. “But I cannot leave her in that state. Once she’s settled, she and I will come find you. I promise.”
Jun gave a slight nod of approval. As Akane turned to open the heavy double doors of the suite, she was met by Professor Leni and the hotel manager. Both women were dressed now, but the residual heat of the simulation still clung to them. Their eyes were bright, and their movements lacked their usual professional rigidity.
Akane politely stepped aside, gesturing for Leni and the manager to enter first. “Please,” she murmured, before slipping out of the room, leaving the three of them alone.
As soon as they were seated, the hotel manager leaned forward, her usual composure replaced by a visible, buzzing excitement. She didn’t just sit; she practically hovered over the edge of her seat, her eyes wide and shimmering with a hunger she could no longer hide. “Mr. Jun,” she began, her voice slightly higher than usual, trembling with an eagerness that bordered on desperation. “Regarding Professor Leni’s request… I will personally oversee the installation of the haptic gear in your suite. I will not leave it to the technicians; I will be there myself to ensure every node is calibrated to the highest standard. I want the experience to be… flawless.”
She paused, her breath hitching as she looked at him, her gaze traveling over his frame with an intensity that was almost predatory. “Furthermore, I would like to offer you the Presidential Penthouse at our resort on the adjacent vacation island. It is our crown jewel, Mr. Jun. The views at night are unparalleled—the entire coastline sparkling beneath you—and the facilities are far superior to the standard suites here. It is a sanctuary of absolute luxury, designed for those who demand the pinnacle of pleasure.”
She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a sensual murmur. “I will arrange for the most premium services available. Private 24-hour butler service, the finest champagne in the world, and a dedicated staff whose only purpose is to cater to your every whim. We can provide an in-suite spa, a private infinity pool that overlooks the ocean, and a menu curated by Michelin-starred chefs. I want you to feel as though the entire island exists solely for your satisfaction.”
Leni raised an eyebrow, noting the manager’s uncharacteristic eagerness. It was clear that the “demonstration” had stripped away the manager’s professional distance, leaving her in a state of total admiration. She wasn’t just offering a room; she was offering her best, her finest, and her most exclusive assets, all in the hopes of staying in Jun’s good graces.
“Having witnessed the… intensity of your performance through the stream and the pods,” the manager continued, her breath hitching slightly, “I realize that the penthouse will be the perfect stage. Once word gets out, that room will become a pilgrimage site for couples. It will promote the resort as the ultimate holiday destination for those seeking… a similar experience.”
She trailed off, her gaze drifting. For a moment, she allowed herself to imagine the view from those windows, the luxury of the room, and the visceral memory of the synthetic cock hitting her womb. ‘If I were younger,’ she thought, ‘if I were a student here… I would do anything to pursue a man like him.’
Leni let out a small, pointed cough, interrupting the manager’s reverie.
“Ah! I apologize,” the manager stammered, blushing slightly. “I spoke out of turn.”
Jun leaned forward, a faint, knowing smirk playing on his lips. “I don’t mind. So, the gear setup is confirmed?”
“Absolutely,” the manager replied quickly. “Everything will be ready for you.”
“Good,” Jun said, his voice commanding. “I also request that you provide high-end accommodations for my women. I want them treated as VIPs.”
“Consider it done,” the manager answered without a second of hesitation. “It is currently the low season; arranging the finest suites for your companions is a simple matter.”
“And I’ll need an extra room,” Jun added, his tone casual. “I have a guest who hasn’t confirmed their arrival yet.”
“Of course, Mr. Jun. No matter the number, I will ensure you and your guests receive priority treatment. You have my word.”
Jun shifted his gaze to Leni. “Is there anything else we need to settle for now?”
Leni stood up, smoothing out her lab coat. “The finer technical details can be discussed later. I believe we’ve reached a satisfactory agreement.”
The meeting concluded quickly, the manager rising from her seat with a look of eager anticipation, as if she were already planning the logistics of Jun’s arrival at her resort. Leni walked her toward the door, leaving Jun alone in the quiet of the room, the victory of his “demonstration” fully secured.