Chapter 89: He Isn’t Even My Fiancé Anymore

Chapter 89: 89: He Isn’t Even My Fiancé Anymore

"CEO Celeste."

On her way to the CEO’s office, Selena encountered Celeste in the corridor.

Selena greeted immediately. The habit was ingrained.

"Manager Selena. We meet again."

Celeste turned to accept the greeting.

She knew exactly who Selena was.

A woman who had perhaps been with their Ed before her.

Here they were CEO and employee, but privately each recognized the other as a rival.

Not showing it was part of how women fought.

"I came because I need to speak with you."

"With me? I’m afraid I have something urgent to handle."

"It is important, CEO Celeste."

Selena stepped into her path.

Celeste was surprised. This did not match what she knew of Selena’s character.

She studied her eyes and decided that listening could do no harm.

"What is so important?"

She herself had been moving because of an urgent matter.

"Please, CEO Celeste."

Selena suddenly bent deeply at the waist, the posture of someone making a plea.

"Please help Ed."

"Ed?"

Celeste tightened her grip on the USB drive in her hand.

***

"Of course I’ll help if Assistant Manager Barry asks."

"Thank you."

Barry moved from department to department, bowing and ingratiating himself.

He had already spoken to numerous department heads and people who could influence personnel decisions.

"Don’t worry, Barry. Leave it to me."

"We should remain neutral, but... your account is probably accurate."

"What kind of lunatic is Ed? Get him out. I’ll say my piece at the hearing. Don’t worry."

Everywhere he went, Barry laid the same groundwork: Ed was the villain, and he had merely defended his fiancée.

His political maneuvering was nearly complete.

Finally, he met the HR manager.

"We’ll hold the disciplinary committee as quickly as possible. Procedures normally take several days, but I’ll report it as urgent."

"Thank you."

"You must be worried. Take it easy for now."

"Personal matters are personal. I still have work to do."

"That’s Assistant Manager Barry for you. Responsible, unlike young people these days."

With the HR manager on his side, the battle was as good as won.

"Don’t worry about this. Opening the committee must be reported to the CEO, so wait for now."

"Thank you for your consideration."

Barry bowed a full ninety degrees like a servant before an emperor and left.

The HR manager liked him: pleasant, respectful, and attentive.

The other employee, Ed? He had never even heard the name.

Was that the man recently made permanent?

"Causing trouble as soon as he gets the position. That one’s finished."

Clicking his tongue, the HR manager sat at his computer to prepare the disciplinary report.

He had not opened a committee in so long that he needed to consult the regulations to remember the approval chain.

Once he submitted it...

Someone knocked.

"Yes, come in."

The HR manager sprang up when he saw the visitor.

"It has been a while."

"C-CEO?"

Celeste looked down at him coldly.

"Hold the disciplinary committee today."

***

Only wet licking sounds filled the break room.

Squelch Schlop Slurpp.

I was the one making them.

"Mmm...?"

"Don’t move."

Hana nodded instead of answering.

With my face buried between her cheeks, I kept licking her mound.

Slurp. Slurpp. Squelch.

I drank the fluid that leaked from her like water from a spring.

Fuck, she tasted good.

She had already been worked up for so long that her pussy was soaked when I removed her panties.

I loved how obediently she offered it.

Only when my mouth was completely smeared did I finally rise.

My swollen cock demanded to enter something.

"A-are you going to put it in now?"

"Hands on the sink."

"Ah...?"

She obeyed and pushed her ass back.

Her large bride’s ass swayed before my cock.

"Master...?"

Without being told, she used both hands to spread her pussy.

A drop of arousal fell to the floor.

"Please grant your cock... to your slave...?"

"You came to deliver lunch to your fiancé, and now you’re asking for cock of some other man?"

"He’s not... my fiancé anymore..."

Her pussy opened wide, exposing the pink flesh inside.

But one thing still bothered me.

"Hana."

"Y-yes?"

"You’re still wearing his ring. How can you say you abandoned him?"

Her fingers twitched. The engagement ring reflected the fluorescent light.

"This... I..."

"Forget it. You show that you still belong to him while asking me for cock? I’m disappointed."

"Wait!"

When I reached for my pants, she caught my wrist.

"I meant to remove it. I forgot."

"Really?"

"Yes. From now on, I’ll be only with Master."

"In that case..."

I took her wallet from her pocket.

As expected, it contained a photo of her with Barry.

"Shouldn’t this go too? You said you wanted to marry me."

"...Yes."

"Then let’s do this."

Instead of simply throwing everything away, I decided on a crueler game.

I pushed my hand into Hana’s pussy and worked her hard.

"A-ah...! Mm...?"

"You like being worked here, don’t you?"

"Y-yes... I love my clit... aghhhn?"

Her innocent face twisted into a perverted expression as her eyes rolled.

I drove my fingers harder.

Fluid leaked wildly with every movement, running down my forearm and pooling on the floor.

And on that floor...

"Come on your fiancé’s picture."

"Mmm... I’ll come. I’ll come...?"

Barry’s photograph lay beside the engagement ring.

More fluid soaked both until the image was beyond saving.

"Should you piss on them too?"

"Mmm... Here?"

"Yes. Here."

The location bothered her, perhaps.

But if I ordered it, she obeyed.

"Yes... If Master tells me, I’ll piss here...?"

"I’ll help."

I intensified the movement of my hand.

Hana’s waist shook.

When I curled my fingers and pressed deeper, fluid burst from her pussy like a sprinkler.

"Piss. Hurry."

"I’ll do it? I’ll piss on the engagement ring...ahh?"

I pushed my hand deep, and her hips jumped.

She began squirting like a fountain.

It was not urine, unfortunately, but what did that matter?

The stream flooded the break-room floor.

"O-oh..."

"Everything’s soaked."

Shaking, Hana leaned against the sink.

I looked at the ring and photograph on the floor.

Anyone could tell they had been deliberately defiled.

"Is it... enough now, Master?"

"One thing remains."

"What?"

"Call that bastard here."

"That bastard..."

Who else? Barry.

***

"What the fuck? You’re still here?"

Summoned by his fiancée, Barry walked toward the break room, grumbling.

He had thought she went home after the earlier incident.

"Damn it. I told her to take the lunch and leave."

What a frustrating woman.

He would straighten her out at home.

"Hana? Hana?"

The break room was empty.

"You tell me to come and then—ugh! What is that smell?"

A strange sour, musky scent filled the room, unlike anything he had smelled before.

The floor was wet as though someone had poured water everywhere.

"What asshole did this and left it?"

Then something glittering caught his eye.

On the floor lay a soaked, torn photograph of him and Hana.

Beside it were fragments of the engagement ring, clearly broken on purpose.

Barry’s face crumpled.

"That fucking bitch...!"