Zaskia paused for a moment, her warm breath sweeping across Vino’s face, her eyes glowing with a mixture of softness and a fire of desire ready to explode.Her hands began touching Vino’s chest gently, fingers tracing the tensed muscles beneath his skin like a breeze that promised a storm. “Feel this first, Vino… let your body relax into me,” she whispered, her voice like sweet honey, making Vino feel connected more deeply—not only physically, but emotionally.Vino closed his eyes for a moment, feeling that touch awaken a wave of warmth in his chest. The System whispered softly in his mind—“Let her lead, but feel the bond that is growing.” His cock was still buried inside Zaskia’s wet, warm vagina, and every small movement of her hips made the sensation echo, making Vino want to surrender completely to this confident woman.But suddenly Zaskia’s touch turned aggressive. Her fingers gripped Vino’s shoulders tightly, nails scraping his skin until thin red lines appeared, and she began m

Sweat mixed together. The vanilla scent of Zaskia’s perfume blended with the thick smell of sex, filling the air of the luxurious hotel room.Zaskia laughed softly, a sound full of satisfaction and dominance. “Good, Vino. You learn fast.” Her right hand grabbed Vino’s wrist and pressed it into the mattress above his head, while her left hand squeezed her own breast, twisting the nipple to heighten her arousal.Her rhythm grew more aggressive, rising and falling at a speed that made the bed creak. Every thrust made Vino’s cock hit a deep point that drew a soft cry from Zaskia, her body trembling from the mix of emotion and physical pleasure.Vino fully enjoyed this dominance, his body moving with every one of Zaskia’s thrusts in complete lust. He felt his desire peaking, not only because the System forced it, but because of the growing emotional connection—Zaskia was not merely a mission target, but a woman who made him feel alive. “Don’t stop… I want to feel everything,” he said, his

Zaskia leaned her body forward, her hands squeezing Vino’s shoulders firmly, fingers pressing into the tensed muscles beneath his sweat-slick skin.Her hot kisses swept across Vino’s neck, her lips burning every inch of skin they touched, leaving a trail of moisture that made Vino shudder.It felt like a fire blazing inside him, a mix of the System’s forced drive and Zaskia’s natural desire that made his heart pound out of control.Vino felt a deep emotion—not only lust, but a bond growing from this surrender, as if Zaskia were binding his soul with every squeeze. The System pulsed in his mind: Surrender everything. Let her desire burn your mission. Zaskia’s hips kept rolling on his cock, her wet, warm pussy wrapping him tightly. Every movement created a friction that made Vino groan softly, his breathing ragged from the sensation flooding his body.“You’re so obedient, Vino… that makes me want to dominate you even more,” Zaskia whispered hoarsely, her voice full of a confidence that

The new Honda motorcycle that Zaskia had gifted him two days ago was parked in the underground parking area of his aunt's apartment. Its color was dark metallic blue with a silver line along its body. Not a flashy sport bike, but a comfortable and high quality automatic motorcycle.Zaskia chose the model herself because according to her, a young man who had just saved her company from an international hacker syndicate at least deserved better transportation than a bicycle.Vino accepted the gift after Bram forced him for almost an hour. Bram argued that refusing his aunt's gift was the same as insulting the Budiman family, an argument Vino knew was fabricated but effective enough to make him give in.Now that motorcycle became his main tool for avoiding the apartment.This morning Vino left before Luna woke up. He left a small note on the kitchen table that read "Leaving early, campus matters" then slipped out with his shoes in his hand so his steps would not be heard. The awkwardness

Two days ago, when independent auditors hired by several investors began examining the company's books and found massive discrepancies, Rendra disappeared. He just left, abandoning his empty office, his empty house, and Amanda who suddenly became the only person whose name appeared on every company ownership document.The investors who realized their money was gone were immediately furious. They demanded accountability from the company owner listed in the documents, which was Amanda. Their lawyers had already prepared civil lawsuits and criminal reports. The police had started moving. The media had started reporting. And Amanda, a woman who was just a secretary trapped in the manipulation of someone she trusted, became the face of the biggest financial scandal in this city this year."I ran away last night," Amanda said with a voice that was almost spent. "I knew they would find me sooner or later. I do not have money. All my accounts have been frozen. I slept in this hotel using the