It's been a week since Eric became the CEO's personal assistant and this news made it all over the company, raising Eric's hate bar by infinite. Of course, Eric was hated more than ever before. Not even his authors could- no, nothing could rival the hate his authors had for Eric.
Let's face that. Eric face this already. But then came something even worse than being hated by everyone. Yes, it was greasy, sleazy men disgustingly making moves on you, abusing their powers, using you as their pleasure, only attracted to your three golden proportions, that hopefully one day turn them off and turn them to the three world view shattering real proportions.
The manager thought Eric was so easy, since on just his second day, little Eric, pardon Erica, made it to the position of the CEO's personal assistant. If she didn't climb into his bed, then everyone would instantly quit. To be fair, although Eric didn't sleep with the CEO, they were still quite sexually intimate. Much to Eric's misfortune! He had literally no chance, ok! So stop fucking breathing into my ears and wetting my neck and fucking get of my case.
"Erica, don't be like this. C'mon, it's not that hard for you to spread your legs."
WHAT THE FUCK? Is that what you as a manager should say?
"Let's go to the toilet and-"
FUCK! Eric couldn't' take it anymore! He pulled out to slap the hell out of him but his old friend came back.
Option 1: Do it with him now.
Hello, did you forget I'm a pure white lotus only made for the ML? Stop trying to make me a cuckold maker for fuck's sake! This isn't NTR! None of this cursed genre is!
Option 2: Cut off his diddly doo maker
"..."
Ok, this was too brutal. As a fellow man, Eric wanted no one to experience brutal castration.
Option 3: Strip.
Excuse me? Are you reverting to not being normal at all again? None of these options seem useful!
Strip! Strip it is! Oh, how Eric hated this! So so much! When could he finally leave? When Eric pulled down his jacket, the manager's eye shone.
"Oh baby, I knew it."
FUCK OFF! I'm not doing this because I want to or because I'm fucking easy like you said I am!
This game should better have a backup plan for Eric to escape this situation! But as one piece after another fell, Eric knew he had to do something himself! He couldn't rely on the plot to save him, only passive bad characters with plot armour would do this! And he as an FL, even plot holes would be better than this!
But what should Eric do to escape this body control? How did he do it previously? With sheer willpower? Or maybe Eric didn't know! He was after all, a soulless FL Character!
But then Eric found something. Although he couldn't move his body, he could move his insides! Was this the time he would learn organ bending? His time to study how to arrange his insides?
Of course, fucking not, because all that Eric could do was to put all pressure on his butthole to make it poke out and weirdly contract.
No matter how attractive one was, the contracting of opening and closing your shithole remained fucking disgusting but that tiny hole was also the entrance of pleasure and ecstasy for the demons. So, in the end, it was still attractive, right?
But even pushing his insides all to his hole couldn't make him even faint. So, it was like this, Eric was the ultimate slave of the Do S plot and game, and this M really played his role well.
As he's about to unbutton his shirt almost showing his boobs, the holy grail only the ML was allowed to attain, plot played creator and was finally content.
"This is enough," it all imposingly said, "Mhm, I have enjoyed this little scum's misfortune enough. Let him submit to his real fate now."
And BOOM, real fate came banging in... Kicking open the door to the manager's office, this way too free ML for a CEO, came barging in.
When Eric felt the control over him lessening, he immediately grasped the situation, fell to the ground and held himself as if he was just forced to strip and not voluntarily did it.
With a broken and aggrieved voice, Eric cried out pitifully, "Please stop. Don't do this because I rejected you! I'm not interested!"
Eric needed to say no more and the CEO understood. These eyes were breathing fire and literally screamed, "You dare to touch my woman?"
A classic, overprotective and possessive ML. Dude, we only knew each other for a week and I already became yours? Ah, yes, I'm the FL of course. What should I even expect?
At least the ML was useful to keep all the small fries away. With just one sentence, this manager's life was severed and he was flung straight to hell, "You're fired!"
"No, please don't do this boss! I have a wife and three kids!"
At first, Eric felt a bit bad but that instantly disappeared with that revelation. You big pile of shit were married and even had three kids, trying to make a move on me? You damn piece of expired lube belong to the trash!
Yet Eric had no time to continue cursing the manager because Eric was the next candidate for the best lube. He was basically about to be the runner-up! Shit, how many times did Eric have to escape these pitfalls in the stories and run for the sake of this fragile human body limit?
Previously, because of the demons, Eric could understand but this time he was simply a 2D character!
Screw you Nol, with your smut mind! Eric wondered how demons wrote smut, but this couldn't even be described as appealing! This was all over the place! Heaven!
Smut, poop analogies, and weird fetishes all meshed together! Eric had no idea what was right or wrong anymore. He was being corrupted!
But as far as Eric knew, Nol didn't write much in his original story. Did he change because of Del? Was Del supposed to be the ML? But looking at this CEO, though he was as horny as Del, something went wrong!
Because this wasn't Del! Or did he lose his memories or his unconsciousness was suppressed and only his horny instincts worked? Eric wanted to cry if this was really the case. Why? Because Del's true core was just him basically being a lump of horniness! Wasn't this too sad? Heaven, Del, you better appear quickly and wash clean or else this stigma will be branded so deep inside you that not even cutting off your flesh would work!
"Boss?" Eric gently pried but this word rolled so erotically off these plump and glossy lips that the air instantly became ambiguous between them. Just one glance at a certain part and it was obvious, this fucking ML got hard! Alright we get it, you into the FL . Sexually at least for now. This only made it more awkward.
Eric felt incredibly uncomfortable sitting for the 100th time on the sofa in the CEO's office. Was this going to be his second home and was this now a tradition, that each time they sat opposite each other, this horny bastard would try to make love to him just with his eyes?
Fuck where was the difference between him and Del? Nonexistent! But this still wasn't Del! Del would never leave an opportunity out to make it clear it was him!
But this time the CEO didn't stop just by sitting opposite Eric! He wanted to go further! Alright, Mr super-world-wide-handsome CEO, you looking good but you ain't a demon I'm gonna strip myself for, ok?
But of course, Eric's inner monologues were never heard. Even if he said it out loud, no one would probably even listen to him.
On the contrary, if he said it out loud, then whatever force that was against him, would've more fun taking the piss out of him, knowing exactly he hated it.
"Shall we continue"?
Continue what? Hey, hey, Mr CEO, please take your knee between my legs away! My tight skirt already exposes my damn cute rose panties and I feel very conscious about it, no need to have your big, strong legs there obviously wanting to rub against a woman's most sensitive spot and the thing you should rub, circle and circle to stimulate her! Don't forget guys, as a guy who experienced being a woman, I know that you literally have to rub the wheel of the mouse and not try to only finger it!
And no, I only masturbated out of curiosity, ok! And so, I had to look it up, ok? How men and women do it is completely different! Get a grip!
The one who should get a grip was Eric, he tried to back up so far into the sofa, it was obvious he wanted to melt into it and become on with it!
Damn, why couldn't he liquify or disperse into tiny molecules? Fluid! Cats! Cats were fluid! That's what Eric wanted become! Goodness, his brain became so mush, he had no idea what he was talking about.
What would be the best way to escape this situation? Eric had avoided being eaten so many times, he could do it over and over again, he almost became a master at it. Not that that was a title he was proud of.
In the end, Eric wished for something he would never ever but these rubbish stories literally transformed him into another star and he was now only an empty shell of his former shell.
Yes. What Eric wanted the most right now was to... fart!
Wouldn't the ML get so disgusted he would stop his advances? Wait, this was Nol's story! What if farting actually turned this stereotypical, not so stereotypical ML on?
Fuck? One choice was risky and the other turned out to be a double-edged sword! In an instant, Eric rolled to the side and laid on the sofa before he shot up and contorted his face, "I- I don't feel well. I think I ate something wrong."
And without waiting, Eric raced out, leaving the very hungry ML behind. And this theatre went on for a whole week. Patterns revealed themselves. Why the hell was it that in every story, Eric had to escape for the sake of his pure virgin ass?
In this case vagina? This time however, it was harder for Eric.
As the assistant of the CEO, he had to interact with the CEO the most! And as a former CEO, Eric knew how to best amaze his boss with his work!
His previous hot secretary could be called impeccable, but Eric, Eric was literally on another level.
He was a god-sent gift for all CEOs to fight and ring for, wanting him to work for them alone.
But the CEO, this ML, was confident in his lightsaber. He could slash all rivals away and stick it in Eric to keep him by his side.