Chapter 1: The Boss's Call
Genya’s first day at the sleek, modern office of Shinazugawa Enterprises was a whirlwind of nerves and raw, untamed energy. At nineteen, he was a bundle of restless desire, his ninfomania a secret fire that burned beneath his crisp, new suit. Every glance, every accidental brush of a coworker’s arm, sent sparks through him, but he clenched his jaw and focused on the job. He wasn’t here to fuck up—literally or figuratively. Not yet, anyway.
The office buzzed with the hum of productivity, but Genya felt the weight of eyes on him. Or maybe it was just his imagination, his horny mind playing tricks. That is, until the intercom crackled to life on his desk. ‘Genya, report to Mr. Shinazugawa’s office. Now.’ The voice was gruff, commanding, and sent a shiver straight down his spine. Sanemi Shinazugawa, the boss. Thirty years old, built like a goddamn warrior, with scars on his face that told stories of battles Genya could only fantasize about. He’d seen the man earlier during orientation—those piercing eyes, that smirk that screamed control. Fuck, he was already half-hard just thinking about him.
Genya adjusted himself discreetly, muttering under his breath, ‘Get a grip, idiot,’ before striding toward the corner office. He knocked, heart pounding, and a low growl answered, ‘Come in.’
Sanemi sat behind a massive desk, his shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with muscle. His gaze flicked up, sharp as a blade, and Genya felt stripped bare in an instant. ‘Close the door,’ Sanemi ordered, his voice a dangerous purr. Genya obeyed, the click of the lock echoing like a gunshot in the charged silence.
‘So, new kid,’ Sanemi began, leaning back in his chair, a predator sizing up prey. ‘You think you’ve got what it takes to survive here? I don’t hire weaklings.’
Genya smirked, refusing to be intimidated. ‘I’m not weak, sir. I’ve got stamina for days. Test me if you don’t believe it.’ His tone was bold, a challenge, and he saw the flicker of amusement—and something darker—in Sanemi’s eyes.
‘Oh, I intend to,’ Sanemi shot back, standing and rounding the desk with a slow, deliberate stride. He stopped inches from Genya, the heat of his body palpable. ‘You’ve got a mouth on you. Let’s see if you can back it up.’
Genya’s breath hitched, but he held his ground, his own fire matching Sanemi’s. ‘I’m all action, boss. You gonna keep talking, or are you gonna show me what you’ve got?’
Sanemi’s grin was feral as he gripped Genya’s tie, yanking him closer. ‘Careful what you wish for, kid. I don’t play nice.’
‘Good,’ Genya hissed, his voice dripping with defiance. ‘I don’t want nice. I want it hard.’
The air crackled with tension, their faces mere breaths apart. Sanemi’s hand slid down, gripping Genya’s hip with bruising force, and Genya could feel the older man’s cock pressing against him through their clothes, already rock-hard. His own pulsed in response, aching, desperate. ‘Fuck, you’re trouble,’ Sanemi growled, his other hand sliding to Genya’s ass, squeezing possessively.
‘And you’re gonna love every second of it,’ Genya retorted, his voice low and hungry, his body already sweating with anticipation. He could feel the heat pooling between them, his mind racing with images of Sanemi’s cock, of being bent over that desk, of—
Sanemi’s lips crashed into his, rough and demanding, cutting off his thoughts. Genya pushed back just as fiercely, their tongues battling for dominance, both refusing to yield. The older man’s hand slipped lower, teasing, and Genya groaned into the kiss, already wet with need, his body trembling on the edge of something explosive. They were panting now, the room thick with the scent of lust, and Genya knew there was no turning back.
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