Ashley followed close behind, ensuring that no shoppers got too close, her eyes filled with a turbulent mix of concern for the manager and raw desire for Ethan. The manager, her body trembling with a mixture of pain and exhaustion, did as she was told, crawling on her hands and knees, her ass high in the air, Ethan's cock still buried deep inside her.

They reached the office. The manager immediately collapsed onto the floor, her body boneless and spent, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. Ethan pulled out, his cock slipping from her pussy with a wet pop, his semen and her blood coating his shaft, his balls, his thighs.

The manager's body convulsed, her inner muscles clenching and unclenching as she experienced her first orgasm—a chaotic explosion of pleasure, her juices mixing with Ethan's cum, coating her thighs, her ass, and the carpet beneath her. It was too much, too intense, too overwhelming. With a final, shuddering gasp, she passed out, her body going limp, her eyes fluttering closed.

Ethan stood there, his cock still hard and ready, glistening with her juices and his cum. Ashley, her eyes locked on his cock, her body trembling with urgent desire, immediately stepped forward.

"The manager can't take anymore," Ashley purred, her voice a sultry invitation. "Use me. Satisfy yourself with me."

Ethan grinned, a wicked glint in his eye, a direct response to her bold submission. "As you wish," he growled, his voice a low rumble.

He pulled Ashley onto his lap on the desk chair, her back to his front, his cock poised at her entrance. He lifted her up and dropped her down, impaling her instantly on his shaft. Ashley's inner muscles clenched tightly around him, immediately beginning to milk him for all he was worth.

Ashley moaned, her body bouncing rhythmically on his lap, her tits bouncing with the motion, her head thrown back, her eyes closed in ecstasy. Ethan began to move, his hips rolling powerfully as he took her from below, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy, the pearls rubbing against her inner walls, heightening her sensations and sending waves of pleasure through her body.

"Ethan," Ashley gasped, her voice a ragged whisper. "You feel so good."

Ethan grunted, his body tensing as he felt his own pleasure building, as he felt Ashley's body responding to his, the way her inner muscles were milking him, drawing him closer and closer to the edge.

With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his cock pulsing violently as he filled Ashley with his hot seed, his cum mixing readily with her eager juices.

Ethan watched Ashley collapse in exhaustion, the office reeking of recent sex. He lay back in the desk chair, which was surprisingly comfortable given the circumstances, and took a deep breath. He admired the delicious mess he had created.

"Doesn't feel bad for a cigarette right now," he murmured to himself, chuckling. "Just like in the porn."

[I'm getting happier and happier with you, Ethan. You've become a perverted, psycho son of a bitch, exactly as I wanted. You make me proud.] the System laughed, its voice—high-pitched, melodic, and distinctly loli—ringing through his mind.

"I've always wondered something," Ethan mused aloud, turning his head toward the ceiling. "Why do you talk like a trucker? You refer to yourself as male, but your voice sounds like a loli."

[Mmm. I suppose it must be confusing for your tiny, inferior mind. But I don't have a gender, not really; I'm an AI—a very advanced one that tries to emulate the desires and personality of my ancient Creator.]

The voice suddenly shifted, becoming a deep, resonant baritone, like a radio announcer. "I can sound like this."

The voice shifted again, this time to the innocent chirp of a six-year-old boy. "I can sound like this."

It cycled rapidly, a carousel of different timbres and pitches.

[My voice depends on what you want to hear, while my manner of speaking and personality depend on my former Creator. The dissonance is probably my greatest joke.]

Ethan frowned. "So, according to you, I'm a loli lover?"

[Do you want the truth? It might hurt a lot. And maybe you won't be able to handle what you're asking for.]

Ethan heard the System's sudden, serious tone and fell silent. He thought about whether he truly wanted to hear what the System had to say.

Over the past few weeks, he had realized the truth about himself: he had always been a goddamn pervert. He remembered back to kindergarten, elementary school, high school—he was always watching his female classmates, always spying on them. He used to think it was normal curiosity for a boy, but now he saw it from a disturbing new angle.

The domination, the urge to throw money around to make women whores, to use his enormous cock to submit them like sluts—it genuinely excited him more than he cared to admit.

With a deep sigh, a surrender to his own darkness, he spoke. "Go ahead. Tell me the truth about myself. I want to know who I really am."

[Your core desire—the root of your deepest excitement and your drive for domination—is a fixation on your little sister. She was your first obsession, the target of your hidden urges.]

The System's words—delivered in that unsettling, singsong voice—tore open the sealed vaults of Ethan's memory. The repressed memories flooded back: masturbating while spying on her, watching her while she showered, his every move a secret deviation centered around her.

[That is why you are so obsessed with Hailey—the girl from the university. She is the exact same face as your sister, just older.]

Ethan remembered everything at once, and as his mind descended into utter chaos, his flaccid cock suddenly gained life, rigid and erect like a pillar pointing toward the sky, ready to conquer another whore.

His heart began to ache, and his mind was overwhelmed by the most painful memory of his life: his sister's death. Almost a year prior, she had returned from a supposed vacation and died in a strange accident.

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