The cabin lights glowed dimly, casting long shadows across polished wood and leather. I leaned back in the seat of my jet, fingers pressed to my temple.
The hum of the engines usually calmed me, but tonight it felt like a drumbeat under my skin. Something was wrong. The drink Juvia had given me tasted sweeter than usual. The edges of the world blurred.
Across from me, Juvia, my new secretary, sat with her legs crossed, her posture perfect, but her eyes fixed on me in a way that was anything but professional. Gone was the polite smile she wore outside my office. Her perfume coiled around me like invisible fingers.
"You've been working too hard, Mr. Wetnerian," she murmured, voice soft but warm. "Let me take care of you."
I forced a smile.
In that time, a mysterious godly being watched this situation and looked at a scroll of that male's life scroll titled as
"THE PROJECT – AGE OF LUST IN BEASTWORLD"
His name was Saul Wetnerian. He wasn't just a CEO of WETNERIAN ENTERPRISES.
He was a living fantasy that every man's lifelong dream, a 23-year-old alpha predator who had clawed his way to the pinnacle of Wetnerian Enterprises with a combination of razor-sharp intellect and a body built for admiration.
He destroyed his stepbrothers and his relatives and lots of money were aired, but his true power lay in the way he wielded his charm and intelligence like a weapon, leaving a trail of heart-fluttered, enchanted women in his wake.
Saul stood tall at 6'1", his frame a masterpiece of masculine perfection: broad, powerful shoulders that tapered down to a narrow waist, his chest etched with deep, defined pecs that flexed under his crisp shirts, and an eight-pack of abs so ripped they looked like they were carved from marble.
If someone said that Saul was an athlete, they would definitely believe that. Every inch of him screamed dominance, from the veined forearms that hinted at his strength to the subtle confident stride that promised deep, meaningful connections….
On reading this line on the scroll, the godly being's light flared with envy, stunned by a mortal whose charisma seemed to rival divine perfection, before resuming its reading.
….Then Saul's long, silky black hair fell in waves past his shoulders, framing a face that could launch a thousand obsessions: sharp cheekbones, a chiselled jawline dusted with just the right amount of stubble, and full lips that curved into a smirk dripping with arrogance and allure…
The god became furious at why he was reading his body structure and skipped some of the pages on the scroll, then continued the reading.
….Saul didn't need words to inspire; his presence alone was enough to make hearts race, an invisible force that pulled every woman into his orbit, leaving them captivated….
The god became furious and thinking to himself that why this human had everything that every man prayed for in their life....
In the opulent, buzzing corridors of Wetnerian Enterprises, the atmosphere was electric with unspoken ambition. Employees hustled through their tasks, but the women moved with a predatory grace, their gazes lingering on Saul like curious friends eyeing a kindred spirit.
From wide-eyed interns fresh out of college, their young bodies poised with potential, to seasoned executives in power suits, they all shared the same secret: an admiration for his commanding presence, his every gesture fueling their aspirations.
Many kept hidden galleries on their phones - candid photos from company events, his warm smile rendered in heartfelt detail, thick lines of laughter, the warmth in his eyes like ink from his personal journal.
They'd make their hearts flutter to these images in bedroom or bathroom stalls, sighing his name as they dreamed, dreaming of the real thing sharing a quiet moment.
Saul was the ultimate seducer, a modern Casanova who never bought affection but earned it through sheer magnetic force. A lingering stare across the conference table could make a woman's heart skip under her blouse.
A casual brush of his fingers against her arm sent electric jolts straight to her racing pulse. His secretary had been the first to fall completely.
Most of them were inspired by his velvet voice and smouldering looks; they would transform from shy professionals into confident allies.
Most of them were bewitched by his velvet voice and smouldering looks, they would have transformed from a shy professional into a confident admirer.
Most of the evening, after hours, he'd locked the door, shared a quiet conversation over coffee with one of the employees, and slowly listened to their dreams, with their permission from their eyes, Like this, one of his employee opening up about her aspirations, already glowing with anticipation.
"You've been a good colleague to me always, so are you ready to dream big baby…"
he murmured, his breath hot against her ear, before offering gentle encouragement, curling words to hit that sweet spot until she was smiling with inspiration.
Then, with one powerful gesture, he shared his vision deep inside her heart by inspiring her dreams as she sighed in gratitude, then her resolve slowly strengthening around him like a vice.
He moved with relentless passion, their connection filling the room with intensity until their shared ecstasy reached its peak.
But she wasn't just the beginning or the end. Then the cute young receptionist had claimed his office next, sharing a heartfelt talk and sitting close right there on the leather chair, warmth soaking his lap as she rode the wave of their conversation.
They drew closer and then their connection igniting a fire that consumed them both in the leather chair.
Her sighs echoing until the soundproof walls he'd installed on day one swallowed them whole. Countless others followed: ambitious colleagues who leaned in close under his desk during meetings, who wants to share ideas with enthusiastic warmth.
Socialites who begged him to hold them gently as he did so against the floor-to-ceiling windows, their soft forms pressed against the glass.
Yet Saul upheld his code as no married women allowed to share his dreams. He refused to be the catalyst for infidelity, his pride demanding that every encounter be born of pure, untainted affection. Within nine months, his reputation as the ultimate playboy exploded across the corporate world. Women whispered in hushed tones:
"HE'S A HEARTBREAKER IN THE BEST WAY."
Their bodies marked by his dominance, lingering hugs like collars, warm memories as badges of honour. Contracts were sealed not just with signatures of artificial ink produced in factories but with his very own "pure heartfelt promise" spilling deep inside willing hearts amid gasps and pleas for more.
Because saul belives that signing with his promise will be much more credible than normal ink. His family knew of the debauchery but turned a blind eye; after all, productivity soared, the staffs with mostly women and loyal beyond measure, many staying late in hopes of a private "meeting."
Rivals seethed with envy, plotting his downfall, but none could touch his empire.
Now the god is wondering, "ok everything he touch became gold and his life is well settled and he has pure luck so what is the meaning of this scroll, if this scroll appeared means that he will definitely die, his medical data are clean to the point that he can live another 50+ years without problem even his promises"
Ok let's read till the end….
Now a new character named Juvia, the stunning new secretary with curves that could stop traffic: G-cup assets that strained against her clothes, a tiny waist flaring into hips made for gripping, and long legs that ended in a perfectly waxed she kept perpetually ready.
Her obsession with Saul burned like wildfire; she wants to marry saul that's the only reason she claimed to the secretary position, but first, she needed to win his heart from his legendary charm that every elite woman raved about. Its warmth stretching them to their limits, its depth hitting places that made them see stars.
She schemed brilliantly, inserting herself as his father's caretaker, all while fantasizing about sharing a quiet evening, savoring every moment of his company.