Jian prepared the tea with meticulous care, his mind a whirl of perverse satisfaction as he observed the scene before him. Mr. Davis, his substantial frame settled heavily onto the yielding curves of Jian's wife and mother-in-law, worked diligently on his laptop. The room was filled with a thick, intimate friction, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and desire.
Jian's Internal Thought: Two cushions, molded to his pleasure. My wife and mother-in-law, pressed and shaped by his weight. A true spectacle for my satisfaction.
He served the tea, his eyes sweeping over the flushed faces and the vivid redness blooming across their backsides, now stretched and flattened under Mr. Davis's insistent weight. The sound of the tea being poured was the only noise in the room, a stark contrast to the silent, erotic dance unfolding before him.
Mr. Davis, sensing Jian's presence, looked up briefly, a smug smirk playing on his lips. "Ah, Jian, just in time. Your wife and mother-in-law are proving to be excellent... yoga partners."
Jian's Internal Thought: He thinks he's being subtle. And I, the simpleton, watch it all, delighted by the dance.
Mr. Davis's Internal Thought: These women, so pliant and soft. My throne, my seats of pleasure. Jian, the unwitting servant, brings me tea while I claim his family.
As Jian handed Mr. Davis his tea, he couldn't help but notice the way the man's body moved, a slow, deliberate grind against the yielding curves beneath him. The women, pinned beneath his weight, managed strained, overly bright smiles, their cheeks flushed and their breath coming in soft, almost imperceptible gasps.
Wife's Internal Thought: The pressure is relentless, possessive. His body, his weight, claiming me. And Jian, that fool, doesn't even notice.
Mother-in-law's Internal Thought: My daughter and I, used as vulgar seats for her husband's boss! And Jian, that thick-headed fool, doesn't even see the blatant affair unfolding right before his eyes!
Jian, playing his part to perfection, bustled about, his gaze sweeping over their flushed faces and the vivid redness blooming across their backsides. "They look a bit... red. Must be all that intense yoga. Perhaps you're both getting a bit of a cold in your... lower back."
Mr. Davis chuckled, a low, rumbling sound of pure enjoyment. "Just dedicated practice, Jian. Your wife is quite the student. And her mother, it seems, is a quick study as well."
The Verdant Sovereign System hummed, a deep, resonating thrum of triumph within Jian.
[System Notification: Your wife's and mother-in-law's glutes are providing exceptional, permanent cushioning. Both are showing increasing signs of compliance and submission to the boss's weight. +100 Verdant Points. Property consolidation successful.]
Mr. Davis, growing bolder, began to move more rudely, his hips grinding against the yielding curves beneath him. The women, despite their initial protests, began to adapt, their bodies molding to his movements. The room filled with the soft, fleshy sounds of their bodies shifting, the low, guttural murmurs from Mr. Davis, and the faint, almost imperceptible whimpers from the women.
Jian's Internal Thought: The sounds, the movements. A symphony of submission and pleasure. My wife and mother-in-law, his permanent seats.
Mr. Davis, momentarily looking away from his computer, leaned down, his lips brushing against their hair, a quick, intimate gesture that spoke volumes. Jian, feigning ignorance, continued to chat idly with his mother-in-law about the virtues of "yoga," while his "property" was thoroughly and ruthlessly "trained."
Wife's Internal Thought: His lips, his touch. A claim, a possession. And Jian, that fool, doesn't even see.
Mother-in-law's Internal Thought: My body, betraying me. Molding, adapting to his touch. And Jian, that thick-headed fool, doesn't even notice.
Jian, his eyes wide with feigned innocence, asked, "Mr. Davis, how do you manage to make their... backsides make such interesting sounds? It's almost as if they're... whispering secrets."
Mr. Davis chuckled, a low, rumbling sound of pure enjoyment. "Just a special technique, Jian. A secret yoga pose that brings out the best in one's... partner."
Jian's Internal Thought: The best in one's partner. Indeed. My wife and mother-in-law, his permanent seats of pleasure.
The Verdant Sovereign System hummed again, a deep, resonating thrum of triumph within Jian.
[System Notification: Your wife's and mother-in-law's glutes are now permanently molded to the boss's pleasure. Both are showing complete submission and compliance. +150 Verdant Points. Property consolidation complete.]
Jian watched them, his 'ignorant' eyes taking in every detail: the way their bodies shifted, molded, and absorbed the impact, the raw, almost primal sounds that were barely disguised as strained breaths, the sheen of sweat on Mr. Davis's brow, and the tell-tale marks left on their skin. He, the "fool," continued to chat idly with his mother-in-law about the virtues of "yoga," while his "property" was thoroughly and ruthlessly claimed.