My Milf System

Outside her day job at Sad Mart, Secretary Kim lived a double life as a fitness Vtuber. It was a passion project—one she was convinced would provide enough mental distraction to drown out the burning heat flooding her veins and the hyper-sensitivity singing across her skin.

She put her phone into its tripod, kicked off her shoes, and went live, throwing herself directly into a high-intensity workout.

Outside the door, Asher’s patience wore thin. Curious about her "distraction," he raised a hand and flicked his wrist. A razor-thin blade of compressed wind sheared through the deadbolt. The lock snapped apart and the door swung open.

Kim gasped, her pulse spiking as the heat in her blood violently intensified the second he stepped into her space. She opened her mouth to scream, but Asher simply raised a single finger to his lips, locking his eyes on hers.

’Quiet. Keep streaming.’

Trapped between her panic and the digital audience watching her, Kim tried to push through the routine. It was agonizing. Sweat poured off her collarbones, soaking through her clothes, while a dark, betraying dampness bloomed between her thighs.

Her phone screen flickered with a relentless torrent of live comments:

>GamerX: Is everything okay, Black Lily? You look out of it.

> NightOwl: God damn, she’s sweating today. That face is turning me on.

>V_Fiend: Look at those eyes... she looks completely wrecked right now.

Ignoring her completely, Asher methodically rifled through the drawers of her bedside table.

"Well, well. What do we have here?" He pulled out a thick, veined silicone dildo, its surface slightly tacky. "A little lonely, are we? Left it unwashed, too."

He tossed it back and dug deeper until his fingers brushed against smooth leather and cold steel. A pink leather collar with a short, heavy leash chain.

"Keen role-player as well? Hmmm...makes me want to tame you more."

A cruel smirk cut across his face. He stepped around the perimeter of her workout mat, staying strictly out of the camera’s field of view, and tossed the collar onto the carpet in front of her.

Kim flinched, her knees shaking as she tried to scramble to her feet.

"Don’t stand," Asher’s voice was cold and absolute. "Kneel. Good girls stay on their knees and wait for instructions."

"Fuck... you," Kim hissed, fighting with everything she had to push herself up. But the Sexdusa skill lashed through her nervous system like high-voltage current. Her muscles gave out, slamming her back to her knees with a choked bark of pain.

Asher stepped forward, resting the broad sole of his bare foot against her abdomen, forcing her flat on her back. "Soon enough, you’ll be begging to call me Master. How painful that process is depends entirely on your compliance."

"Go... fuck yourself," she spat out through gritted teeth.

"Won’t have to! I’ll have you to dip my cock into."

He removed his foot from her gut and locked eyes with her, intensifying the potency of the Sexdusa charm.

Despite her iron ego, Secretary Kim found her hands trembling uncontrollably. Her fingers acted against her own will, grabbing the pink leather collar and snapping it tight around her neck.

Asher smiled down at her. "Good girl."

He knelt beside her, keeping his back to the camera, and grabbed her lips, brushing on them softly before forcing her to look him dead in the eye. "You’re a strong woman, Kim. Your will is stronger than any woman I’ve encountered so far."

He wasn’t lying. Usually, after activating his charm skill, most women lost their minds completely and turned into mindless sluts. But Kim was still clinging to her pride.

"However... this is where the real fun begins," Asher whispered darky. "Heavenly Pulse, Activate!"

[Skill Activated: Target’s erogenous zones sensitivity increased by 500%]

Asher flashed her a sinister smile. She was the very first woman to force him to stack two seductive skills at once, and he was eager to see her break.

"Well, well, well... let’s see how you like this!"

Kim blinked, her stomach instantly churning with intense butterflies. "What...? What did you do to me this time?!"

"Oh, nothing crazy. Just hit you with a massive dose of aphrodisiacs. Think of it as a little help for your workout...and training."

Kim shook her head violently, desperately trying to wake up from what felt like a nightmare. But as she moved, her head grew heavy and her vision blurred.

Worse, her body began heating up even more brutally than before—she was literally turning into a human oven. Was it really the aphrodisiac he talked about? Was it working already? Or was her own mind playing sick tricks on her?

"T-Training...? Explain yourself!"

"What’s there to explain, girl?" Asher purred into her ear. "You’re going to be trained like any good dog. To obey your master, to submit to me... and most importantly, to live, breathe, and crave servitude."

"Never in my life will I serve your limp dick!" Kim wheezed. She tried to jam a finger under the pink collar to catch her breath, but it suddenly felt suffocatingly tight. Her body was burning up, her lungs gasping for air as the leather choked her neck.

"First off," Asher commanded, "strip yourself."

Kim let out a wet, desperate chuckle. Was this fucking pervert really asking her to strip naked during a live stream? In front of millions of her online followers?

She was wearing a ragged skirt, thigh-high stockings, and a tight crop top. Despite wearing so little, her skin was completely flushed and feverish. And no matter how hard she scowled and tried to fight it, her panties were becoming thoroughly drenched with her own boiling arousal.

Against her own brain, her hands immediately clawed at the hem of her crop top, fighting a losing battle against the urge to just flip it over her head.

’Just pull it off... relieve the heat... show him...’ her thoughts echoed back to her, traitorous impulses whispering inside her skull.

"Go on," Asher urged, his eyes dark as he watched her fight herself. "Good dogs don’t wear clothes. They only wear collars."

With Asher’s skills making her pussy and erogenous zones tingle uncontrollably, her own body had turned into a traitor.

’Show your tummy and be submissive,’ her mind urged again.

Her hands wanted to pull her top off to relieve the agonizing heat and show off her massive aroused breasts. Her hips wanted to shake and thrust, desperately trying to vent the potent arousal building up inside her pelvic bone. Her fuzzy willpower could barely hold back the urges.

Her hands slid up against her control, hauling her top up to expose her round, sexy underboob. Asher’s breathing accelerated as he glared down at her hungrily. Her hips shook violently, Kim biting her bottom lip raw as she fought not to start humping the air lewdly on camera.

"Your panties too. As much as I’m enjoying the sight of your tits, I want my girl showing off the full package."

Hearing that snapped Kim out of her minor daze, reigniting a spark of her original resistance. She fought back the urge to hump her hips and icily peeled her damp panties off her legs. She laid them beside her, making sure every motion was as slow, methodical, and unappealing as humanly possible. When she was done, she tried to cover herself to maintain some shred of modesty.

But when she glanced up at her phone on the tripod and saw how completely nude and lewd she looked on the front camera in front of her viewers, her pussy gushed even wetter. Her chat was losing its absolute mind:

>HornyToad: I’m jerking off right now! Holy shit!

>SexxyBlack: [Gifted a Golden Elephant worth $1000]

>Anon101: Who’s the lucky guy talking off-camera? His voice is making me wet!

>VtuberLover: Are they... roleplaying, or are we watching Black Lily get tamed live on stream?!

>CoomerX: Whatever the case, I’ve cummed two times already and I’m running out of lube, lol! Might have to use lotion!

Gifts and filthy comments kept flooding the screen. Most of her followers had always been men who sexualized her, but now that they were seeing her completely bare and exposed, they were going wild.

Bizarrely, seeing their reactions gave her broken ego a sick little boost, making her feel perversely worshipped.

She squeezed her thighs tight together, placing a hand over her crotch while her other arm draped across her luscious breasts. Her mind tumbled with violent fantasies and hateful thoughts, her expression darkening as she glared up at Asher.

He knelt down, grabbing the steel chain attached to her collar, and yanked it hard. The sharp tug caused her immediate pain and discomfort, pulling her chin down toward the floor.

Despite her anger, her brain buzzed with repetitive, helpless affirmations of submission—reminders that she needed to obey. The intense tingling in her nethers exploded with each yank on her neck, blending the pain of being choked with the overwhelming heat of the sexdusa skill.

Finally, with her chin pressed to the carpet and her rump arched high in the air, wincing and clenching, she slowly raised her hand away from her crotch.

Clinging to her fingers was the glistening, silvery proof of her total physical defeat. Cunt honey, thick and sticky, coated her palm and stretched in long, wet strings down to her pussy folds.

Kim’s soaking pussy was now on full display for Asher and her millions of viewers. It was a swollen, lusty pink slit, throbbing from the intense heat forced upon her body.

She could feel her wet hole squeeze down on nothing, clenching desperately in the hope of being plugged by a massive cock. Her eyes fluttered, her mind succumbing to the hazy, pink submission Asher was dragging her into.

He grinned, looking down at the broken remains of her pride. "Let’s hear it! Are you ready to beg for my cock?"

Her dazed eyes flicked down to his massive cock bulge straining inside the boxers that kept him hidden from the camera. Between her legs, her treacherous body throbbed violently, drowning out her final thoughts of resistance.

To be continued...