Chapter 80: The Absolute Authority & The Desk Punishment

The pathetic, echoing screams of Inspector Vance and Director Hayes faded down the luxurious hallway, as the burly security guards dragged the two weeping men out of the executive boardroom by their expensive collars, leaving long trails of snot and tears on the imported carpet.

Rick stood near the shattered oak doors with his hands slipped casually into the pockets of his black hoodie, watching the trash get removed without a single ounce of pity, since sparing a second glance for crippled dogs was entirely beneath a true dragon.

Lexi stood near the corner of the room, holding her expensive streaming gimbal high, as her phone screen turned into a literal waterfall of digital text, with tens of thousands of feral viewers practically breaking the servers to worship the ultimate face-slapping they had just witnessed.

[FrogInTheWell99: THE REGIONAL DIRECTOR JUST KOWTOWED! I AM SCREAMING!] [Daoist_Keyboard_Warrior: RICK IS THE TRUE EMPEROR! HE OWNS THE ENTIRE BOARD!] [HeavenlyFaceSlap_Enjoyer: Those corrupt pigs got exactly what they deserved! Best stream ever!] [LexisTopDonator: Lexi, you better secure that billionaire right now!] [SimpingForMountTai: Mount Tai has descended! I am bowing to my phone!]

Rick ignored the chaotic digital worship, as he turned his broad back on the hallway and walked directly toward the head of the massive mahogany table, stepping over the dropped Cuban cigar that was burning a hole into the expensive rug.

He pulled the fat Director’s ultra-secure laptop toward him, as his fingers tapped rapidly across the keyboard, navigating the highest tier of the global corporate registry with absolute, heaven-defying authority, because his supreme shareholder status granted him unrestricted access to the entire database.

Rick quickly located the file for ’The Golden Spatula’, as he saw the unjust revocation stamp placed there by Vance just an hour ago, prompting a dark, ruthless smirk to stretch across his face.

With a few swift keystrokes, Rick erased the unfair penalty, restored the restaurant’s prestigious Michelin star, and authorized a massive, anonymous financial grant to Chef Gordon to compensate the honest man for his emotional distress, tying up the loose ends of his empire before anyone could even question his rule.

The exact second Rick hit the confirmation button, a sharp, mechanical chime echoed directly inside his skull, ringing with golden, triumphant energy.

[Ding!]

[Chef Occupation Quest Completed: Expand the Empire!]

[Objective: You successfully evaluated a worthy local establishment, saved an honest master from corrupt trashes, and exerted absolute, undeniable dominance over the global rating board!]

[Reward: +3% Chef Occupation Progress!]

[Current Chef Class Completion: 55%!]

[Bonus Reward: +2000 Mischief Points Deposited into Account!]

Rick read the glowing blue text floating in his vision, as he closed the laptop with a sharp snap, feeling the massive influx of system power settling deep into his bones, knowing he had firmly secured his absolute monopoly over the Dao of Culinary Arts.

He turned his dark, predatory eyes away from the screen, locking his gaze directly onto the voluptuous blonde food critic standing just a few feet away, as he raised a single, commanding finger.

"The show is over, critic," Rick stated lazily, his deep voice vibrating through the silent boardroom, leaving absolutely no room for debate. "Turn the stream off."

Lexi did not hesitate for a fraction of a second, as her thumb frantically slammed the end broadcast button on her screen, plunging the two of them into a dead, heavy isolation within the sprawling, top-floor executive suite.

The room grew incredibly quiet, with only the faint hum of the city traffic drifting up through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, but the sexual tension in the air was so thick it could be cut with a Damascus steel cleaver.

Lexi slowly lowered her gimbal, placing it onto a side table with shaking hands, as her chest heaved rapidly under her tight white blouse, pushing her massive, heavy breasts forward with every ragged breath.

Watching Rick ruthlessly destroy two powerful, arrogant men with nothing but a few spoken words had sent a massive, overwhelming surge of pure, animalistic adrenaline straight to her core, making her inner thighs slick with dripping wet lust.

She took a slow, hesitant step toward the head of the mahogany table, her expensive high heels clicking softly against the floorboards, as her ice-blue eyes became hazy with intense, burning desire, staring at his broad shoulders like a starving addict looking at salvation.

"You are terrifying," Lexi whispered softly, her voice cracking with sheer emotion, as she closed the distance, stepping directly into his personal space until her heavy breasts almost brushed against the fabric of his hoodie.

Rick let out a low, dark chuckle, as he leaned his hip against the edge of the polished mahogany desk, looking down at her flushed, beautiful face with the suffocating aura of an apex predator.

"You like terrifying men, don’t you, Lexi?" Rick mocked crudely, reaching out to trace a single, rough finger down her pale neck, feeling her pulse racing a mile a minute beneath her skin. "You get dripping wet watching a real man take out the trash, knowing nobody in this entire city can stop me."

"Yes," Lexi whimpered pathetically, abandoning all her high-class professional dignity in an instant, as she leaned her cheek into his large hand, her thighs rubbing together in a desperate attempt to soothe the agonizing heat pooling in her lower stomach. "I love it... I love watching you crush them... Please, Master, reward me..."

Rick did not waste time with gentle romance, as he grabbed her wide, curvy hips with an iron grip, utilizing his system-enhanced strength to lift her entirely off the floor like she weighed absolutely nothing.

He tossed her backward, planting her firm, heavy ass directly onto the polished mahogany boardroom table, scattering a few corporate files onto the floor in the process, as the cold wood contrasted sharply with the burning heat radiating from her flushed skin.

Lexi gasped softly, bracing her hands behind her on the desk, as she spread her thick thighs wide open, offering herself to him without a single shred of resistance.

Rick stepped right between her parted legs, pulling his plain black hoodie over his head and tossing it aside, exposing his muscular, broad chest, before he reached down and grabbed the hem of her incredibly tight, red pencil skirt.

With a ruthless, upward yank, Rick shoved the restricting red fabric all the way up to her waist, exposing her pale, trembling thighs and the delicate white lace panties that were already soaked through with her slick juices.

He didn’t bother taking the underwear off, as he simply hooked his rough fingers into the thin lace, tearing the fabric aside with a sharp rip, exposing her swollen, dripping entrance to the cool air of the executive suite.

"Look at you," Rick sneered, running his thumb directly over her wet slit, drawing a high-pitched, desperate squeal from her lips. "The lead judge of the culinary summit, spreading her legs on the regional director’s desk like a cheap, desperate slut."

"I am your slut! I only belong to you!" Lexi sobbed, her ice-blue eyes rolling back slightly as his thumb worked her sensitive flesh, driving her right to the edge of sanity. "Please, Rick... I need it so badly... give it to me!"

Rick unzipped his dark jeans, pulling out his heavy, rock-hard cock, as he stepped flush against her spreading thighs, aligning his thick length directly with her soaking wet cunt.

Without a single warning, Rick drove his hips forward, burying himself deep inside her tight, quivering passage in one brutal, merciless thrust, bottoming out against her womb with a loud, wet slap of flesh meeting flesh.

"SCREEEEAAAM!" Lexi let out a massive, deafening shriek of pure, heaven-defying ecstasy, as her spine arched backward over the mahogany table, her manicured nails digging deep into the polished wood.

The sudden intrusion sent a massive electrical shockwave straight through her fried nervous system, as her inner walls clamped down with a terrifying, vice-like grip, milking his heavy length with desperate hunger.

"Whose desk is this?!" Rick roared, unleashing his primal dominance, as he pulled his hips back and began slamming his groin against her plump ass cheeks with relentless, jackhammering speed.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The explicit, wet sounds of their bodies colliding echoed loudly across the massive, empty boardroom, drowning out the ambient noise of the city below, as Rick pounded into her with monstrous force.

"Yours! It is all yours!" Lexi shrieked at the top of her lungs, her heavy breasts bouncing wildly under her white blouse, as she threw her head back, absolutely lost in the blinding pleasure.

Rick raised his large right hand, bringing it down with a sharp, heavy slap directly onto her bare, pale thigh, leaving a bright red handprint on her skin that sent another intense surge of dopamine flooding into her brain.

"Who controls the culinary world?!" Rick demanded crudely, slapping her other thigh, leaving no doubt about his absolute supremacy, as he drove himself deeper and faster, rubbing her swollen core with every single brutal thrust.

"You do, Chef! You do!" Lexi sobbed hysterically, her entire body shaking under his overwhelming assault, submitting her massive ego entirely to his rule. "You are the emperor! You own everything! Wreck me, Master! Destroy my pussy!"

Rick let out a dark, satisfied laugh, grabbing her wide hips with both hands, using his thumbs to press deeply into her skin, as he anchored her firmly to the edge of the table, refusing to let her slide away from his relentless pounding.

The friction became unbearable, as a suffocating heat rapidly pooled in Lexi’s lower stomach, pushing her straight toward a mind-shattering climax, since his system-enhanced stamina made it impossible for her to withstand the intense pleasure for long.

"Rick! I can’t take it! I am cumming!" Lexi screamed, her voice breaking into a hoarse whine, as she frantically reached out, her fingers wrapping around the armrest of a nearby expensive leather executive chair, her nails scratching deep, permanent gouges into the premium material.

"Take my seed, you dirty critic," Rick growled, feeling the immense pressure in his own groin snap, as he matched her timing flawlessly, driving his hips forward for one final, devastating thrust.

Lexi’s body convulsed violently on the mahogany desk, her inner walls actively crushing his thick cock, as she experienced a soul-crushing orgasm that short-circuited her brain in pure, unadulterated bliss.

Rick shot a massive, heavy load of hot, sticky white seed directly deep inside her quivering womb, filling her to the absolute brim, claiming his territory in the very seat of culinary power.

He held himself deep inside her for a few seconds, letting her trembling body soak up every last drop, before he slowly pulled out, watching a thick string of white fluid leak from her swollen entrance and drip onto the pristine mahogany wood.

Lexi collapsed backward onto the desk, her arms falling limply to her sides, panting rapidly like a dying fish, her face flushed a furious shade of crimson red, completely and utterly conquered by her heaven-defying master.

Rick lazily zipped up his dark jeans, ignoring the absolute mess they had just made in the boardroom, as he walked slowly toward the towering, floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

He looked out over the glittering, neon-lit city skyline spreading endlessly below him, tracing the distant lights of the Peninsula Hotel and the Neptune Platinum Market.

With the corrupt Michelin officials ruined, the lead judge enslaved to his cock, and his ownership stakes towering over the corporate world, Rick crossed his arms over his broad chest, a wicked, highly villainous smirk taking over his face.

The Chef arc was firmly established, and the empire was finally, undeniably his.