MY Masochistic CEO
Chapter 32 offer

Chapter 32: Chapter 32 offer

sex maniac: [I can’t meet you in the next few days. How about when I’m free? (pleading)]

low-key guy: [Fine, but you have to send me your clothes!]

sex maniac: [Okay, I’ll send them to you.]

Seeing her message, I glanced at Jessica in the office, who was smirking, and felt a surge of triumph.

I sent her an address. The courier would leave the package in a Beehive locker, so I wasn’t concerned about revealing my actual address.

I also gave her an old phone number, one I had acquired in high school when ID wasn’t required for a SIM card.

sex maniac: [Make sure you collect it. It should be delivered tonight. You’re allowed to do naughty things with them.]

low-key guy: [Once they’re in my possession, I can do as I please. I’ll send you a photo later!]

sex maniac: [Oh, I’m so embarrassed!]

low-key guy: [Shall we continue our game?]

sex maniac: [Can we take a break for today? I’m completely drained... I nearly collapsed earlier.]

I latched onto a crucial detail in her words: a break for today.

low-key guy: [Alright, we’ll resume our game tomorrow. And we’ll play something even more thrilling!]

After a bit more banter, I responded to Melody’s message.

low-key guy: [What’s wrong? Who upset you?]

Her reply was almost instantaneous.

Melody: [Who else could it be, but that incompetent subordinate from before!]

I found myself questioning, ’How on earth have I managed to provoke you again?"

It had been an age since I had sent you the document, and you had chosen to ignore me. Yet, the moment I reached out from my private account, you responded immediately. The favoritism was glaringly apparent.

I couldn’t help but curse under my breath.

low-key guy: [What happened? How did he manage to upset you this time?]

Melody: [Well, it’s somewhat embarrassing to admit.]

low-key guy: [Please, there’s no need for embarrassment between us; we’re good friends.]

Melody: [Well, the situation unfolded like this. Today, I found myself trapped in an elevator with him when it abruptly malfunctioned. I was stuck, and he began to act inappropriately!]

low-key guy: [Really? How so?]

Melody: [I have a fear of the dark, you see. He suggested a massage to help me relax, and I agreed. How could I have allowed such a despicable man to touch me? I feel so violated now, what should I do?]

Melody: [Now, I feel this lingering discomfort all over, as if his hands are still on me, causing a tingling sensation, an aching, as if something wants to flow out of me...]

Melody: [This feeling is so strange, I’ve never felt this before, am I sick?]

She sent a scared emoji.

Melody: [That good-for-nothing claimed it would alleviate the tension in my lower back, but I suspect he did something to me. Why else would I feel so awful?]

After reading her message, I was dumbfounded.

Could it be possible? Had she really never had any physical contact with the opposite sex?

I had previously assumed she was just bluffing, but now it seemed that might not be the case.

And her body’s sensitivity was extraordinary, wasn’t it? She still hadn’t recovered?

I must have inadvertently awakened some latent desire within her.

After some contemplation, I responded.

low-key guy: [He massaged your lower back, correct?]

Melody: [Yes!]

low-key guy: [How did it feel when he was massaging you?]

Melody: [Initially, it was sore and painful, but then the pain subsided and was replaced by a numbness, accompanied by an itchy sensation. It’s hard to describe. It felt as if the itch originated deep within my bones, and my head felt light, almost dizzy, with a peculiar sensation.]

low-key guy: [Why didn’t you stop him?]

Melody: [Because it was pitch black. I didn’t have my phone, I was frightened, and his massage was somewhat soothing.]

So she had enjoyed it and didn’t want me to stop, right?

Melody: [But later on, I began to feel.]

low-key guy: [What did you feel?]

Melody: [I’m too embarrassed to say!]

I gently coaxed her.

low-key guy: [Please, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about between us; I’m here to help you. You need to tell me so I can understand and assist.]

Melody: [Alright. I’ll tell you.]

She sent a shy emoji.

Melody: [But once I tell you, you mustn’t laugh at me.]

low-key guy: [Don’t worry, I promise I won’t laugh.]

Melody: [I felt like I needed to pee, and that feeling was really strong, especially towards the end. I could barely hold it in. And when he stopped, I felt terrible, and... I realized I had wet myself. (crying)]

I was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion.

I swallowed hard. Could there still be such innocent individuals in this world?

Was this the product of an aristocratic education?

low-key guy: [Didn’t your instructors at your prestigious school teach you about male and female physiology?]

Melody: [They did, but not much!]

I understood then.

I had heard a bit about the aristocratic education system; they tend not to delve deeply into these subjects.

Moreover, Jessica had mentioned that Melody had been raised under strict supervision from a young age, without any male companions.

It wasn’t surprising that she turned out so naive.

low-key guy: [Don’t worry, that’s not wetting yourself, it’s just a normal physiological reaction that all women experience.] The necessity to enlighten her on the matter left me no choice. Her response, however, was nothing more than a flurry of shy emojis.

I wanted to see her expression, but her workstation was situated in front of mine, leaving me with nothing more than a view of her back.

Suddenly, inspiration struck. Rising from my seat, I sauntered over to her. She was engrossed in her phone, her eyes glued to our chat screen. "Melody..." I ventured.

At the sound of my voice, she hastily locked her screen, her posture stiffening in surprise. Panic flashed across her fair face, her cheeks flushed a rosy hue, and her large eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

"What is it?" she stammered.

"The project progress chart I just emailed you," I began, "there aren’t any issues with it, are there?"

She quickly resumed her aloof facade, replying coldly. "I’ve reviewed the chart. I’m waiting for Jessica’s feedback."

I chose not to point out the improbability of Jessica’s prompt reply, given her recent liberation. Instead, I simply nodded and retreated back to my own desk.

low-key guy: [Now you understand what kind of reaction you had, right?]

Melody: [Um, yes, I think I do now.]

low-key guy: [Your subordinate wasn’t too bad to you, at least your back doesn’t hurt that much anymore.]

I spoke well of myself.

Melody: [That might be true, but I still feel uncomfortable. What do I do? I feel like I’m going to have insomnia tonight, all I can think about is him pressing on me.]

low-key guy: [It seems he’s left quite an impression on you.]

I stroked my chin thoughtfully.

low-key guy: [Actually, there’s a way to deal with this problem!]

Melody: [What way? (expectant)]

low-key guy: [Get used to it, adapt to it, and maybe let your subordinate massage you again.]

Melody: [Ah, I can’t do that, I just can’t.]

low-key guy: [If you don’t muster the courage to face and accept it, you’ll feel inferior every time you see him.]

low-key guy: [Can you honestly say you can look at him the same way as before? Don’t you feel like you can’t even meet his gaze?]

Melody: [How did you know?] she asked, sending a surprised emoji.

Melody: [He just came over to discuss work, and I couldn’t even look him in the eye!]

low-key guy: [If I couldn’t deduce that, I wouldn’t be much of a relationship coach.]

I replied, a smile playing on my lips.

low-key guy: [So, you must listen to me. Accept it in your heart, and then confront the situation.]

Melody: [Okay, I’ll listen to you. But I feel so bad inside. I can’t bring myself to ask him to massage my back, it feels like I’m begging him.]

low-key guy: [There’s nothing wrong with that; you can hint at it, you don’t have to say it outright. Besides, you’re his boss, what’s wrong with him giving you a back massage?]

low-key guy: [Isn’t this what subordinates should do? Some even have to make coffee for their bosses, or pick up their kids. Plus, you’re naturally beautiful. Having him massage your back is doing him a favor. So many people wish they could get close to you and don’t have the chance!]

Melody: [You really have a way with words.]

Melody sent a smiley face.

Melody: [Hearing you say that, I feel much better. You’re right, I’m his boss, it’s his duty to help me!]

low-key guy: [Alright, I need to get ready to leave work, talk later.]

Seeing an opportunity to leave on a high note, I switched back to my main account.

Just before leaving work, I made a quick trip to the restroom. There, I saw Melody, her demeanor relaxed and her face alight with joy.

At 5:30 PM, as I was preparing to head home, Melody intercepted me. "William, wait. Can you stay for some overtime?"

"Overtime? For what?" I asked.

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