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Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, sunlight was sliced into long, narrow strips by the shadows of the surrounding towers. Inside the quiet office, the air conditioner hummed with a sharp, steady rush, filling the room with a cold, pressurized stillness. Eric sat in the wide black leather executive chair, turning a heavy fountain pen between his fingers without thinking. His eyes rested on the thick cross-border marketing proposal on the desk, but his focus was elsewhere.
By day, he was still the calm, precise marketing director who never let a subordinate slack for a second. That morning’s interdepartmental meeting started and finished exactly on time. When he ordered the budget cuts, his voice stayed even, stripped of anything soft. The dark grey suit fit him perfectly and hid the dense, explosive muscle underneath. At night, the mask came off. He would disappear into the dim bars of Songshan or Da’an, pouring glass after glass of cask-strength whisky down his throat until the alcohol finally dulled the nerves and the edges of the room began to warp. Only then would he let a driver take him home. He needed the liquor to push down the hollow uncertainty that had settled in his chest ever since that strange encounter three months ago. He still could not decide whether to leave everything behind and step permanently into that other world.
He kept trying to drown himself in high-proof alcohol, only to discover that his body tolerated the numbness far too well. The escape grew harder to catch. Logic kept telling him to stay—stay in the ordered, comfortable life of Taipei. Something deeper refused to quiet down. He argued with himself every night and never quite found the nerve to take the final step.
Two firm knocks landed on the double doors of the office. The sound was loud and deliberate, carrying an authority that did not ask permission.
“Come in,” Eric said, pulling his attention back. He set the pen flat on the desk, leaned slightly into the chair, and let the high back swallow him in shadow.
The door opened with a solid click.
A striking foreign woman stepped inside. She wore a tailored deep-navy suit that clung to every line of her body. The lapels of the jacket plunged into a deep V, and the full, heavy breasts beneath strained against the fabric as if they might push through. With each steady step, the pale skin above her cleavage rose and fell in the cold air; the edges of the top cut into soft flesh. Her reddish-brown hair was pulled tight into a high, sleek ponytail that caught the overhead light with a metallic sheen. The narrow pencil skirt stopped at mid-thigh, leaving long legs sheathed in sheer black garter stockings. A gold badge gleamed on her left lapel.
She walked straight to the heavy desk and stopped. She did not sit. She did not offer a card. She simply looked down at him with a mix of sharp appraisal and guarded caution.
“Mr. Eric, I’m Thera.” Her voice was steady, her posture solid. “I assume your secretary already told you. I belong to the Special Operations Group of the All-domain Anomaly Resolution Office—AARO—under the U.S. Department of Defense. I’ve been sent to Taiwan specifically about your file.”
Eric lifted his gaze, letting it travel slowly up from the deep line of her cleavage before settling on her eyes. She had shown no credentials, yet the unwavering stare and the combat-trained stance said more than any badge. He did not answer at once. He simply laced his fingers together on the desk and watched her in silence.
“All-domain Anomaly Resolution Office,” Eric repeated under his breath, tasting the official weight of the name. “What reason does AARO have to fly halfway around the world to the Xinyi District just to see an ordinary marketing director?”
Thera’s eyes stayed on his face for two full seconds, then drifted downward, tracing the breadth of his shoulders and the solid shape of his chest under the suit.
“We don’t care about your marketing proposals,” she said. “We maintain close operational ties with HLA Corporation. According to classified intelligence, since 2008 HLA has repeatedly opened spatio-temporal rifts, triggering natural disasters and anomalous phenomena—and indirectly allowing otherworldly entities to cross over. Governments forced the public incidents down, but the breaches never truly stopped. Sporadic casualties, civilians killed, unnatural plant surges—all of it is in our files. In 2026, the risk level has risen sharply. Formal warnings have already gone out to the relevant defense authorities worldwide.”
Eric listened without a flicker of surprise. He stood, poured a glass of warm water, and walked around the desk with an easy smile. “If we’re going to talk, there’s no need to stand on ceremony. Come sit.”
He gestured toward the long black leather sofa against the wall and sat down first. Thera hesitated half a second, then her heels clicked across the hardwood. She settled beside him, leaving barely a fist’s width between them. As the space closed, a strange, heavy scent began to move through the air. Neither of them found it unnatural—it felt as if it had always belonged there—yet it worked like a catalyst, stirring something dominant and restless in Eric while sending a slow, unwanted heat through the highly trained agent beside him.
He passed her the glass. Their fingers brushed. Thera’s hand trembled once. She took the glass but did not drink. Her breathing had already begun to quicken; the heavy, pale curves of her breasts rose and fell with visible force.
“Go on,” Eric said, resting an arm along the back of the sofa and turning his head to look at her. “What exactly did AARO find on me?”
Thera turned to face his profile only inches away. The air between them was thick with his scent. Her heart slammed against her ribs. Her thighs pressed tightly together as a shameful, spreading wetness gathered between them.
“We tracked everyone involved in the first rift openings, then expanded to anyone who came into direct contact with them…” She fought to keep her voice professional. “For the past year, we’ve kept you under observation.”
“You’ve been watching me?”
Thera paused, then ignored the question and continued. “Your routine medical reports were normal. Specialized scans, however, picked up faint residual energy signatures on you. Eric… you are suspected of direct contact with otherworldly lifeforms. You may even carry a contagious vector.”
“A contagious vector?” Eric gave a low, amused breath. “Then sitting this close—aren’t you afraid, Agent Thera?”
“I…” Thera’s lips parted. Her eyes were locked on his mouth. Whatever discipline she still held began to dissolve under a raw, rising need. She felt like dry tinder catching flame; heat raced through every vein.
She set the glass on the low table, turned, and swung one long leg across his lap, pinning him with a look that held nothing back.
“I’m not afraid. To hell with the mission. I can’t resist you anymore.” Her voice had gone low and rough. “All I know right now is that you’re driving me insane. Make me yours right now, Eric. I need your heat inside me.”
Eric looked at the elite operative who had just dropped every defense. A flicker of curiosity crossed his face, but he made no move to stop her. He cupped her cheek, thumb brushing her chin. “If that’s what you want, don’t hold back.” Then he pulled her in and kissed her hard.
Thera broke the kiss and dropped to her knees between his legs. She unbuckled his belt with quick, practiced hands, opened the trousers, and freed the thick, fully hard length of him. It was heavy, hot, and already rigid. Her eyes darkened with hunger. She leaned in and took the swollen head into her mouth.
Her tongue worked the sensitive ridge with skilled pressure while her eyes stayed on his face. Eric exhaled a low sound of pleasure, one hand stroking the tight ponytail as he felt the wet heat of her throat. She took him deeper, swallowing until her nose pressed against him, breathing in the thick scent of his skin. Soft, muffled sounds escaped around his cock: “Oh god, you’re so huge… I love swallowing your thick cock…” Her whole body shivered with it.
“Good girl,” Eric murmured, guiding her head gently as he rocked his hips and pushed a fraction deeper.
Thera’s eyes watered with pure sensation, her expression open and lost.
He lifted her carefully back to her feet, turned her so her back faced him, and unbuttoned the navy jacket. The heavy fabric slid from her shoulders, freeing the full weight of her breasts. He pushed the pencil skirt up and drew her panties down, exposing the slick, flushed heat between her legs.
“Sit back on me,” he said against her ear, voice low enough to vibrate through her.
Thera settled onto his lap, spine pressed tight to his chest. One of his arms locked around her waist; the other guided the thick, burning length of him against her entrance. He pushed in slowly, steadily, until he was buried to the hilt.
“Mmm… ah—God, stretch me, Eric!” She threw her head back against his shoulder, the cry raw with the sudden, complete fullness. She was soaked; he slid in without resistance and filled her completely.
He set a deep, controlled rhythm. One hand came around to cup a heavy breast, thumb rolling the tight nipple. The other slid down her stomach and found the swollen bud of her clit, circling it in firm, wet strokes.
The dual stimulation on top of the thick thrusts inside her sent her straight into overload. “Ah… yes—that feels so good… Ah, touching my clit! You’re making me so wet! Deeper… harder…” She leaned fully into him, hips shaking with every drive of his cock.
Eric kissed the side of her neck, then lifted her by the hips and carried her the short distance to the glass wall.
At the floor-to-ceiling window, Thera braced both palms against the cold glass and arched her back. Eric stepped in behind her, hands sliding up the sheer black stockings until they locked on her waist. From this angle, the reflection showed everything—the bowed curve of her spine, the raised angle of her hips, the place where he was buried inside her.
“Here it comes,” he said, and drove into her hard.
Each deep thrust landed with a wet, solid slap. The glass caught the dazed look in her eyes as she stared out at the city while he fucked her to the core. The relentless pressure pushed her over the edge. Her walls clenched violently; her legs shook; a clear, hot rush of fluid spilled from her. She cried out, voice breaking: “I’m cumming so hard! Oh god, you’re making me come!”
When the first climax finally eased, Thera was still panting, looking back at him with open, wrecked hunger. “Eric… my ass… Claim my tight ass… please, slide your thick cock into me… I want to feel you come inside me there.”
He kept her hands on the glass and lifted her hips higher.
He dipped his fingers into the wet mess of her pussy, coating them thoroughly, then brought them back to the tight ring of her ass. He did not force entry. He circled and pressed with slow, patient pressure, using her own slickness until the muscle began to yield.
When she was ready, he lined the thick head of his cock against the softened entrance.
“It’ll be tight at first. Just breathe for me.” He pushed in steadily, inch by inch, until he was fully seated in the hot, clenching heat of her ass.
“Mmh… ahh—Ah, so deep in my tight ass! You’re all the way in…”
The stretch tore a long, shuddering sound from her throat.
Eric gripped her hips and began to fuck her with deep, powerful strokes. The wet slap of skin and the thicker, wetter sounds of her body filled the office. Thera was past any restraint, rocking back onto him, voice broken and filthy: “Yes! Devour my body! Flood me with your hot seed!”
When he finally broke, he drove in to the hilt and came hard, pulsing thick jets deep into her. Thera collapsed against the glass, legs trembling, a second, sharper orgasm ripping through her as the heat filled her. “Ah, yes! So warm… burning deep inside me…”
Afterward, Eric helped her straighten her clothes with quiet care.
“You all right?” He knelt in front of her and offered the glass of water again, eyes soft.
Thera took a sip, looking at the man who had just taken her apart so thoroughly. Color rose in her cheeks. “I’m fine… None of this goes in the official report.”
“Thank you, Thera,” he said simply.
She smoothed her suit and held his gaze a moment longer. “That’s all for today’s meeting. I’ll be staying in Taipei to continue the investigation. Next time… I hope we can meet somewhere more private.” She turned and left without looking back.
The door closed. Quiet returned to the office. Eric walked to the glass and looked down at the street. Heat still moved through his blood; the encounter left a lingering charge under his skin.
He stared at his own reflection. For a split second, a thin, sharp ring of crimson flared across his irises. He blinked. When he looked again, his eyes were normal.
What the hell is happening to my body?
To be continued…