Chapter 94: Angela & Valentina Desires
The heavy double doors had barely clicked shut behind Professor Leni and the hotel manager before the atmosphere in the private waiting room shifted. The air, still humming with the residual energy of the previous hour, seemed to thicken as Angela and Valentina stepped back inside.
Angela was practically vibrating with a professional fever. The dazed, slack-jawed surrender she had experienced in the pod had evolved into a sharp, predatory focus. She walked toward Jun with a stride that was far more confident than when she had first arrived, though her eyes still held a shimmering, glazed quality.
“Jun, the experience… it was absolutely revolutionary,” Angela began, her voice sounding breathy, almost as if she were still recovering from a climax. She leaned over the table, her chest pressing slightly forward, her eyes locked onto his with an intensity that bordered on hunger. “I’ve seen every high-end pleasure-tech on the market, and I’ve managed the top performers on NetFuk for years. I’ve known men who were marketed as gods of the bedroom, men who treated sex like a choreographed art form. But most men are just… performers. They follow a script. They hit the marks, but there’s no soul in it.”
She paused, her breath hitching as she recalled the sensation of the haptic gear. “But you? Your prowess is visceral. It’s an intensity I’ve never seen translated through a sensor. And the most shocking part… mmm… is that I’ve had sex with the ‘best’ in the world, real men, in the flesh… and yet, feeling you through a machine was more satisfying than any real cock I’ve ever felt. It’s a level of precision and power that shouldn’t be possible. When you and Hana go live, the world isn’t just going to see a movie; they’re going to feel a god.”
Jun leaned back in his chair, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. He watched her, noting the way her pupils were still dilated. “The performance is only half the battle, Angela. The logistics are where most people fail.”
Angela’s expression clouded slightly, her brow furrowing as she shifted into her CEO mindset. “That’s what worries me. We’re ready to launch the promotional blitz, but the timing is tight. Hana is still under contract with NEXUM until the end of the month. Korean agencies are notoriously predatory; they don’t just own the talent, they own the narrative. If they decide to play hardball or claim a breach of contract, they could tie her up in legal red tape for months. I’m worried they’ll try to squeeze her one last time before she jumps ship.”
Jun’s gaze remained steady, his voice cool and devoid of doubt. “Don’t let the lawyers worry you, Angela. I’ve already dissected her contract. I’ve ensured that every potential loophole has been closed and every obligation met. NEXUM doesn’t even realize they’ve already lost her; as far as they’re concerned, she’s still their loyal asset.”
He leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing. “The move is already set in motion, but the timing must be precise. If we move too early, we give them a reason to fight. If we wait until the clock runs out, they’ll be left staring at an empty office. The path is cleared, but now we simply need the patience to let the timer hit zero.”
Angela let out a long, shaky exhale, her shoulders dropping as the tension left her. “I trust your judgment, Jun. But god… waiting until next month feels like an eternity when the momentum is this high. I can almost feel the public’s hunger for this already.”
The sound of the door opening interrupted her. Sora stepped into the room, accompanied by Akane. Sora looked refreshed, her skin glowing with a luminous, post-coital radiance. She was dressed again, but to an eye as attuned as Angela’s, the signs were everywhere.
There was a slight, tell-tale flush in her cheeks, and she moved with a soft, lingering heaviness in her hips that spoke of a body thoroughly exhausted and satisfied. But it was the marks that truly caught Angela’s eye. Despite the high collar of her attire, a few dark, possessive hickeys peeked through, blooming like bruised orchids against the pale skin of her neck. A few smaller, pinkish kiss marks trailed toward her collarbone, a vivid map of where Jun had claimed her.
Angela’s gaze lingered on those marks, and she felt a sudden, sharp throb between her thighs. The sight of Sora being so visibly branded—marked as belonging to another—was a potent trigger. It reminded Angela of the simulation, of the way she had echoed those same cries of submission, begging Jun to fuck her, calling him Master and claiming to be his slut. Seeing the physical evidence of Jun’s dominance made her pussy pulse with a sudden, hot surge of wetness, her own body reacting to the sight of another woman’s surrender. She shifted in her seat, the friction of her clothing against her sensitized clit sending a jolt of electricity through her. She looked at Sora, then at Jun, and for the first time, she didn’t see a business partner; she saw a man who could dismantle her entire identity with a single touch.
Sora noticed the gaze and didn’t shy away; instead, she wore a distant, satisfied look in her eyes, almost as if she were wearing those marks as a badge of honor. She sat down beside Jun, leaning into him with a natural, possessive ease, her body still humming with the afterglow of being completely broken and remade by him.
“The new gear is going to sell like hotcakes,” Angela said, her voice slightly strained as she tried to regain her professional mask. “Once the public realizes they can feel that level of intensity, the demand will be astronomical.”
Sora nodded, her voice soft and melodic. “I agree. I’ve already spoken with my production team at Tsukama. We’re preparing to scale up manufacturing. If the livestream performs as we expect, we’ll need to increase output by at least three hundred percent to meet the initial wave.”
Angela stood up, smoothing out her dress. “I need to fly back to LA this afternoon. I have to coordinate the PR teams and set the stage for the global launch. I’ll be arranging everything so that when we return here, the world is already screaming for more.”
As they prepared to leave, Jun stood up. In a gesture of Western familiarity, he stepped forward and wrapped Angela and Valentina in a brief, firm hug, kissing each of them lightly on the cheek.
The contact was electric. For Angela, it was a sudden, grounding reminder of the man behind the simulation. As his lips brushed her cheek, a jolt of pure, unadulterated heat shot through her. She tried to maintain her professional mask, but her body betrayed her instantly. Her nipples snapped hard against the fabric of her dress, aching with a sudden, sharp sensitivity, and her pussy clamped shut in a reflexive, pulsing spasm. She let out a tiny, stifled gasp, her breath hitching as the scent of him—warm, masculine, and dominant—filled her senses, making her head swim.
For Valentina, the contact was a spark that ignited a forest fire. As Jun pulled away, she didn’t let go immediately. With a fluid, daring motion, she slid her hand down, her palm grazing his hip before her fingers brushed against the hard, pulsing ridge of his cock through his trousers. It was a brief, calculated touch, but it was enough to send a surge of electricity through both of them.
Valentina leaned in, her lips brushing his ear in a whisper that was meant for him alone.
“The simulation was a tease, Jun,” Valentina murmured, her voice low and sultry, her breath hot against his skin. “I want to feel the real thing. And honestly… I think Angela and I would both enjoy sharing you. A threesome… just imagine the intensity.”
Jun gave her a knowing look, his eyes dark with amusement, his gaze flicking between the two women. He could feel the heat radiating off them, the palpable hunger that the DiveVR had awakened. He didn’t say yes, but the way he looked at them—as if he were already imagining exactly how he would break them both—was answer enough.
As the two women walked toward the door, Valentina didn’t just walk; she sashayed. She gave him a playful, lingering wink, her hips swaying with an exaggerated, tempting rhythm, her ass shaking more than usual as she disappeared down the hallway.
Jun watched them go, his mind drifting. He had spent most of his life in the East, and while he appreciated the elegance of the women around him, he found himself suddenly intrigued. A blonde and a Latina—the combination was a new frontier for him. He hadn’t had the chance to explore those dynamics in the past, and as he settled back into his chair, he decided that the upcoming trip to the resort might be more interesting than he had originally planned.