My Boss's Private Account

Chapter 2: Baby M: The Emperor?

Melda sat frozen in front of the camera, her mind going blank for a moment when she saw the golden command on the screen.

'Moan his name? He wants me to moan 'The Emperor'?'

Usually, the top performers on the app might do this regularly, but for 'Baby M', who just debuted in the adult industry a few months ago and is still a hundred percent virgin in real life, this was a task as tough as recovering a crashed company server!

But the bonus figure they promised, "ten times the usual amount," kept circling in her head. Five hundred thousand coins! That's almost five thousand dollars! This amount could completely pay off her credit card debt for her mother's medical bills!

"Alright, Mel. Fortune favors the bold. Remember, for mom, for money!"

The young woman took a deep breath, causing her ample chest under the tight leather outfit to heave enticingly. She adjusted the expensive microphone closer to her lips until her warm breath brushed against the mic, creating a soft, tickling sound that teased the listeners' hearts.

"Daddy Emperor, sir..."

Her sweet voice began to utter, pretending to tremble slightly like a frightened fawn. She slowly shifted and twisted on the large gaming chair, producing the sound of leather friction against the seat.

[The Emperor]: I'm waiting to hear it, don't be slow.

The urgent message felt just like a boss's order at the office! Melda closed her eyes, imagining an NC scene from the latest novel she read, where the hero pinned the heroine to the bed, and the heroine cried out. How did she cry again?

"Mmm... Emperor..."

She began to moan softly in her throat, raising her slender hand to caress her own neck, her fingertips slowly descending to her full bosom spilling over the bunny girl outfit.

The image on the computer screen now was of a young girl in a lace mask, eyes closed, lips slightly parted. She gently squeezed her own bosom to set the mood even though she was so embarrassed she wished she could disappear.

"Ah... Daddy... I'm feeling tingly..."

She uttered the obscene words she had memorized for him, even though her hand just brushed over the leather outfit. But because the outfit was so tight, even the slightest touch made her feel strangely tingly.

[The Emperor]: Too soft. Move the mic closer to your mouth and say my name clearly.

'You pervert! Always bossing me around!' Melda shouted in her mind, but her body obediently followed the command. She leaned towards the microphone, cradling it with both hands like she was holding a man's face.

"Mmm... Emperor... Ahh..."

She started adding flair by breathing heavily between her moans, her small tongue darting out to lick her dry lips. The image zoomed in, crystal clear in 4K resolution.

...

*In a luxurious penthouse in the heart of the city*

Alan sat sipping expensive whiskey on a jet-black leather sofa, his sharp eyes fixed on the iPad Pro screen in his hand, his furrowed brows from the day's stress gradually relaxing.

The sweet voice of this little bunny had an unusual effect on him. Normally, he wasn't the type to watch women selling their bodies like this, but the first time he stumbled upon it because he couldn't sleep, 'Baby M's' voice was the only thing that soothed his irritation.

It wasn't a professional moan that was irritatingly contrived, but it had an... 'innocence' mixed in with the attempt to seduce. That's what turned him on.

"Ahh... Emperor... Daddy... Harder..."

The sweet, sultry voice flowed through the speakers. Alan put down his whiskey glass, feeling the tension in his body starting to stir, even though she was just rubbing her own breasts through her outfit.

"Good girl..." he murmured in a husky voice, picking up his phone to type another command.

> The Emperor sent 'Universe Rocket' x5 (worth 250,000 Coins)

The donation amount skyrocketed, making the red alert bar flare up, accompanied by a command message that nearly broke the chat room.

[The Emperor]: The outfit is in the way. Take off the top. I want to see the real thing.

As soon as the message appeared, the chat room flooded with messages so quickly that they were almost unreadable. Thousands of supporters sent fire emojis and encouraging messages.

[User_A:] Here we go! The boss has ordered! Take it off, Mel!

[SneakyTiger: ] Saluting you, Emperor! It's a privilege to witness this!

[Tony99:] Take it off, take it off!

Melda blushed deeply, her blush spreading to her ears, feeling a warm flush throughout her body. Her small hands trembled as she reached for the zipper at the back of her bunny costume.

"D... Daddy, you're so mean. Do you really want me to take it off?"

She feigned a sultry voice, stalling for time, her small hands trembling as she reached to unzip the back.

The sound of the zipper slowly descending was intensely captivating for the listeners. The tight black leather outfit gradually loosened, and Melda slowly slipped the thin straps off her rounded shoulders one by one, revealing the smooth, fair skin hidden underneath.

"Oh... it's so cold..."

She moaned softly as the strapless top slowly slid down to her slender waist.

At that moment... the hidden fullness was revealed to thousands of eyes.

Her beautifully proportioned breasts, larger than life, bounced free from their confinement. Her fair skin contrasted with the delicate pink of her n*****s, hardened by the chill of the air conditioning. Her perfectly rounded form gently swayed with her quickened breaths. It was so beautiful and soft that it seemed more real than any graphic image.

The Chat Room exploded.

[User88:] Damn! So white!

[Papa_Bear:] Premium quality! Even the n*****s are pink!

[Boyza:] I'm losing it here.

Melda closed her eyes tightly in embarrassment but had to continue performing. She used both hands to cup her beautiful breasts, pressing them together until the soft flesh bulged between her fingers.

"Ahh... Daddy. Can you see clearly? Are they... beautiful?"

...

*At Alan's penthouse*

The man known as The Emperor sat frozen on the sofa, his breath hitching.

His sharp eyes stared hungrily at the image of the smooth, white breasts being squeezed on the screen. The whiskey glass in his hand was slammed down on the table with force.

"Damn it..." Alan cursed hoarsely.

The scene before him was far more enticing than he had imagined. This woman, Baby M, under that mask, hid an immense allure. Her smooth, white skin, her naturally beautiful breasts, and that sweet, innocent moan.

It stirred the primal instincts within him, causing an ache in his core.

He had never felt this way about any woman before. Even the models or high-society actresses he had dated felt "boring" and "contrived."

Suddenly, his mind flashed to the plain IT employee from earlier that evening.

Heh. That dull employee was like a dry stick, but this little bunny... was a juicy fruit just waiting to be devoured.

They were in completely different leagues. The women at the office couldn't compare to the fiery allure in front of him, not even a little.

As Melda arched her chest closer to the camera, the light highlighted her white skin, revealing faint veins.

Alan felt possessive. He didn't want the beautiful sight in front of him to be ogled by the flies in the chat room any longer.

He picked up his phone, his thumb rapidly pressing the donate button.

> The Emperor sent 'Universe Rocket' x20 (worth 1,000,000 Coins)

[The Emperor]: I've given 20 times, now end the live.

After issuing the command, Alan tossed the phone onto the sofa, stood up to his full height, and strode briskly to the bathroom to address the desire throbbing beneath his pants.

Tonight... only one name occupied his imagination.

"Baby M."