Modibo’s shrill laughter pierced the suffocating silence in front of the headquarters lobby. Rendy felt as if all the oxygen in his vicinity had been vacuumed out. His tongue had been mere millimeters away from the smooth, cool skin on the back of Mariam’s hand, but Modibo’s presence hit him like a sledgehammer, crushing what little remained of his dignity.[Time Remaining: 00:03]The red numbers in the corner of his vision flickered aggressively, as if mocking his ruin. If he stopped now, his heart would simply give out. Dying on his knees at the feet of the boss he feared most while being laughed at by his arch-nemesis? That was hardly an elegant way to go."Rendy! You really have no shame, do you?" Modibo stepped forward, twirling his Mercedes-Benz keys on his finger. His greasy face looked immensely satisfied. "After your garbage sales performance this month, now you’re trying to suck up, or should I say, literally lick, Ms. Mariam’s feet so you don’t get fired?"Mariam, who had b

The air inside Mariam's office felt frozen, yet between Rendy and his boss, the temperature was skyrocketing to a boiling point. Rendy's fingers remained buried in Mariam's shoulder muscles, which had become soft as butter thanks to the Divine Massage Technique forced upon him by the system. Mariam remained slumped in her chair, head tilted slightly back, eyes dazed and lips parted, a scene entirely inappropriate for an operations director known for being ice-cold.At that exact, disastrous second, the door swung open with a loud thud."Ms. Mariam, I have the revised reports..."Modibo's sentence died in the air. He stood frozen in the doorway, his eyes bulging so wide they looked ready to pop out. The documents in his hand sagged. In front of him, he saw Rendy, the office loser who should have already been fired, standing behind Mariam's chair in an incredibly intimate position. Rendy's hands appeared to be fondling the sensitive areas around Mariam's neck and shoulders, while Mariam

Rendy's heart hammered against his ribs, the thumping sound in his chest far louder than the approaching footsteps in the hallway outside. Cold sweat beaded on his temples, dripping onto the thick carpet of Modibo’s office. This was no longer just humiliating, it was a career-ending disaster for his self-respect.He was trapped under Modibo’s desk. Literally underneath it. And to make matters worse? He was stark naked. The Short-term Invisibility skill he had obtained from the Obscene-Urban System had a truly cursed technicality: only his organic body vanished, leaving his clothes behind in a pathetic pile out in the hallway. Rendy was now left with nothing but his skin and the incriminating corruption documents he clutched to his chest like a holy shield."Warning! S-Rank Target: Aminata is within 20 meters. If the subject is discovered in this condition, your reputation will be permanently destroyed, and the System will initiate data purging (MC Death)," the system's mechanical voic

"So, Rendy..." Aminata whispered right into his ear as the elevator began to ascend. "What is it you actually want to sell me? Aside from this intoxicating scent of yours?"The fragrance of Aphrodite's Cologne filled the confined space of the elevator like a thick, visible, and intoxicating mist. Rendy could feel the warmth of Aminata’s breath hitting the nape of his neck, a sensation that sent an electric surge straight to his nerve centers. The woman’s hand, which should have been strictly professional, belonging to a central CEO’s secretary, was now crawling slowly across Rendy’s waist, her slender fingers seemingly searching for an opening beneath his cheap dress shirt.However, in the other corner of the elevator, the atmosphere felt far from romantic. Mariam stood there, frozen like an ice sculpture ready to shatter. Her sharp eyes were fixed on Aminata’s hand, which dared to touch her "employee." There was anger flashing in her gaze, but strangely enough, there was also a trace

The atmosphere at the VVIP table in "Le Prestige" restaurant suddenly turned frigid, as if the air conditioning had been piped directly into the spines of everyone present. Safiatou, the family matriarch who usually orchestrated the flow of conversation with an iron fist, fell silent. Her sharp, hawk-like gaze was now fixed on Rendy, searching for even the slightest hint of doubt or fear in the young man's eyes.However, all she found was an insulting level of composure.Mariam, on the other side of the table, felt her heart racing, not out of love, but from a volatile mix of explosive rage and irrational curiosity. She knew who Rendy was. He was the employee she had threatened to fire, the man who had fallen at her feet in such a pathetic manner, and the "masseuse" who had made her groan in the office earlier that afternoon. How could the same man now be sitting here, wearing a suit that hugged his athletic frame (which, when had it become that athletic?) perfectly, speaking with suc