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The morning commute on Line 2 was a suffocating crush of sweat and tired bodies.
Usually, Alex hated it, he hated the smell of unwashed salarymen, the sharp elbows of aggressive elderly women and the way he had to shrink himself to fit into the space between strangers.
Today, though, he felt like a wolf walking through a flock of blind sheep.
He held the handrail, his phone buzzing softly in his palm every few seconds.
He didn't need to open the app to know what it was doing, It was passively scanning.
[Target: Female, 22. Lust: 12%. MentalResistance: Low]
[Target: Female, 45. Lust: 2%. Mental Resistance: High]
Information flowed into his brain like a second layer of vision.
He stared at the back of a woman in a pencil skirt standing in front of him, She was simply scrolling through Instagram.
Alex let his eyes wander down her back, lingering on the curve of her ass. Before, this was just idle perversion...the sad, fleeting fantasies of a nobody.
Now, it was window shopping, not today, he thought, suppressing a smirk.
He got off at City Hall Station and walked the three blocks to the Civil Service Bureau.
The building was a drab, gray monolith that sucked the soul out of anyone who walked through the revolving doors.
"Lee! You're late by thirty seconds!"
Section Chief Park was waiting near the timeclock, his face red and blotchy. He was a small man with a narsistic complex and breath that smelled permanently of garlic and cigarettes.
"Sorry, Chief," Alex mumbled, bowing his head, he didn't feel the usual spike of fear. Instead, he felt a cold, detached curiosity.
I could make you piss yourself right now, Alex thought, staring at Park's crotch.
I could make you strip naked and dance on the front desk, but he held back.
Waste of a cooldown and Park wasn't worth the battery life.
"Don't just stand there with that stupid look on your face," Park snapped, spraying a fine mist of saliva. "The archive room in the basement is a disaster, old permits from 2015 need to be digitized.and you're not leaving until it's done."
Park turned his head, his beady eyes narrowing as he spotted someone else hurrying in.
"And take Clara with you! Maybe if she spends the day inhaling dust, she'll learn to file a report correctly."
Alex's heart skipped a beat as looked over his shoulder.
Clara Kim was rushing toward them, clutching a bag of convenience store bread. She was twenty two, a fresh university graduate on her internship rotation.
She was everything the Bureau wasn't: soft, bright, and hopelessly naive.
She wore a modest navy blouse and a knee-length skirt that flared slightly when she walked. Her legs were covered in sheer, coffee colored pantyhose that caught the fluorescent light.
"I'm so sorry, Chief Park!" she squeaked, bowing so low her bag nearly hit the floor.
"Basement... Now," Park barked, dismissing them.
Alex caught Clara's eye, She offered him a weak, apologetic smile. "Morning, Alex-ssi. Looks like we're in trouble again."
"Looks like it," Alex said, forcing his voice to remain steady as he gestured her to the elevators. "After you."
As she walked past him, the scent of vanilla shampoo hit him,it was innocent and Sweet.
Perfect.....
The archive room was a tomb of metal shelves and cardboard boxes, buried three floors underground.The only light came from flickering tubes that hummed like dying insects.
"I can't believe he's making us do this," Clara sighed, dropping her bag on a rusty table.
She stretched her arms up, a movement that pulled her blouse tight against her chest. "It's going to take all day."
Alex locked the heavy metal door from the inside.
Click...
The sound was loud in the quiet room. Clara turned, looking confused. "Alex-ssi? Why did you lock it?"
"The door latch is broken," Alex lied smoothly, walking toward her. "If we don't lock it, it swings open and the hallway noise gets annoying."
"Oh." She bought it immediately, Of course she did as Who would suspect the quiet, invisible Alex Lee?
He watched her bend over a box of files.
The skirt rode up slightly, exposing the back of her thighs, seams of her stockings were stretched tight.
Alex felt the hunger clawing at his gut, It wasn't just lust; it was a need to corrupt.
She was too clean for this basement.
He pulled out his phone.
[TARGET: Clara Kim (Intern)]
[Resistance: Very Low]
[Status: Trusting / Bored]
[Hypnosis Success Rate: 99%]
He didn't need a strategy and didn't need to be clever, She was a rabbit and he held the gun.
"Clara," Alex said.
She stood up, holding a stack of papers, blowing a stray hair out of her face. "Yeah?"
He stepped into her personal space and didn't stop until he was a foot away.
Her eyes widened slightly, sensing the breach of social etiquette.
"Alex-ssi? You're a little close...."
He tapped the screen.
[ACTIVATE HYPNOSIS]
A ripple of invisible energy distorted the air between them. Clara's pupils dilated in an instant, swallowing the brown of her irises. The confusion on her face didn't vanish, it just froze, suspended in amber.
[TIMER: 10:00]
"Drop the papers," Alex commanded. The files hit the floor, scattering dust everywhere. Clara's arms fell to her sides like a marionette whose strings had been cut.
"Good girl," Alex whispered.The sound of his own voice commanding her made his blood rush to his dick.
He walked around the table and sat on the only chair in the room...a creaky, rolling office chair and spread his legs.
"Come here."
Clara walked around the table. Her waking and movements were sluggish, dreamlike. She stood between his spread knees, staring blankly at his chest.
"You know," Alex said, reaching out to trace the line of her jaw. Her skin was warm and soft. "I've caught you looking at me, Clara. You think I'm harmless, don't you? A nice, safe Oppa who helps you with the printer."
"Nice.....safe..." she mumbled, echoing him.
"Wrong," Alex grinned. "I'm a pervert and you're going to help me."
He grabbed her hips...her waist was so small his hands almost wrapped around it and pulled her roughly against his crotch. He could feel the heat radiating off her through his cheap trousers.
"Kneel...."
Clara sank to her knees on the dusty concrete floor. She didn't care about ruining her stockings and didn't care about the dirt.
[08:15 REMAINING]
Alex fumbled with his belt, his hands shaking with anticipation.
He unzipped his pants and pushed them down, freeing himself, he was already hard, painfully so.
He looked down at her, from this angle, she looked so small and so obedient.
"Open your mouth wide baby "
She parted her lips, her expression was vacant, beautiful in its emptiness.
"Stick out your lovely tongue."
She obeyed, a pink, wet tongue extended.
Alex didn't wait as he grabbed a handful of her hair, soft, silky hair that smelled of vanilla and pulled her head forward.
The sensation was just so good, wet warmth engulfed him.
"Use your tongue sweetie," Alex groaned, leaning his head back against the rusty filing cabinet.
"Don't just sit there, work for it."
The command triggered something as Clara's head began to bob up and down.
She wasn't skilled..she was clumsy, teeth grazing him occasionally, but that made it even better.
The clumsiness proved she was real and it proved that he was taking something pure and dragging it down into the mud with him.
He looked at the timer.
[06:30]
He had time, he let go of her hair and placed his hand on top of her head, guiding her rhythm. He watched her cheeks hollow as she sucked on his cock, her eyes still glazed and unseeing.
He looked at the badge clipped to her blouse: Intern Clara Kim.
If Chief Park walked in right now, Alex thought, a dark thrill shooting through him, he'd have a heart attack.
The danger of being in the office, just floors below the Mayor, made the pleasure sharper.
"Faster baby....," Alex hissed. "Suck it harder..... Make a mess."
He forced her deeper, enjoying the way she gagged slightly, her survival instincts fighting a losing battle against his command.
He watched a string of saliva trail down her chin, dripping onto her pristine white blouse.
[03:00]
He was getting close, the friction, the visual of her on her knees in the dust, the power....it was too much.
"Take it deep," Alex commanded, his hips snapping forward as his hands reached into her tits kneading them and enjoying the squishy sensation "Don't you dare stop."
Clara made a muffled noise of exertion, her hands gripping his thighs for balance, nails dug into his trousers.
"I'm going to..." Alex gritted his teeth. "Ah..... damn it!"
He cummed, his body jerking in the chair, as he kept her head pinned there, forcing her to take everything, not letting a single drop go to waste....He wanted to fill her up with his frustration and his lust.
He panted heavily, his vision blurring.
[01:15 REMAINING]
He looked down, Clara was a mess, her lipstick was smeared and there was saliva and his cum on her chin and her knees were coated in grey dust.
If the timer ran out now, she would scream and he would go to Jail.
"Stop," Alex ordered, his voice hoarse.
Clara pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand mechanically.
"Clean yourself up," Alex said, panic creeping into his voice as he zipped his pants.
"Use your handkerchief and wipe your face. There's a stain on your blouse, button your blazer over it so no one sees."
She moved efficiently, scrubbing at her face. She buttoned her navy blazer, hiding the evidence on her shirt.
"Stand up and Dust off your knees."
She stood, brushing the grime off her stockings.
[00:30]
"Memory implant," Alex muttered to the air. "We came down here and we've been sorting files for ten minutes, you got dust on your knees because you dropped a box. You.....you think I'm diligent and you feel comfortable around me and have a crush on me."
[SCENARIO ACCEPTED]
[00:05]
Alex grabbed a stack of files and shoved them into her hands as he picked up another box himself.
[00:00]
Clara blinked hard and she stumbled slightly, clutching the files to her chest.
"Whoa," she muttered, steadying herself. She looked around, then looked at Alex. He was busy organizing a shelf, his back to her.
"Alex-ssi?" she asked.
"Did I.....did I zone out?"
Alex turned, giving her a casual, slightly tired smile. "Maybe. It's the dust down here. It gets to everyone, you dropped a box earlier, are you okay?"
Clara looked down at her knees. "Oh, no. My stockings are dirty." She brushed at them again, then looked up at him. Her eyes were clear, innocent again but there was a faint flush on her cheeks, a physiological reaction her brain couldn't explain.
"You're really hardworking, Alex-ssi," she said softly. "Most of the senior staff would have made me do all this alone."
Alex stepped closer, invading her space just a little. "I'm not like the others, Clara. I'm here to help you."
He reached out and brushed a speck of dust off her shoulder. She didn't flinch and she leaned into his touch, just a millimeter.
"We should get back to work," Alex said, his voice low. "I want to finish this quickly. I have other..... projects to plan."
As he turned back to the shelves, the corner of his mouth twitched upward.
The System XP bar flashed in his mind.
[XP GAINED: 30]
[BONUS: First Office Corruption Unlocked]
[Current Level: 1 (80/500)]
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