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Mandy Forbes never believed she’d be stuck in a dressing room with Chrome Langley of all people. More so, with their mouths locked together in a sloppy kiss.

The bodyguards stormed past the door.

"Check everywhere!"

One of the guards peered through the crack, scanning the room. Her eyes swept past the entangled couple, not registering them as anything more than a pair of reckless young lovers.

"Looks like Miss Mandy isn’t here either."

Another guard grunted in annoyance.

"Tch. Move to the next section!"

"Get a room, you two!"

The dressing room door slammed shut.

Chrome immediately tried to withdraw as his lips finally peeled away from Mandy’s.

But the platinum-haired heiress wasn’t having it. Her fingers dug into his shoulders like claws as she pulled him back in. Her tongue darted past his lips, suckling on his like his saliva was nectar from the gods.

Slurp... Slurp...

Chrome’s eyes widened.

’This woman... is a demon in disguise!’

Mandy’s body pressed against him, soft and warm. She grabbed one of his hands and forcefully placed it on her backside.

Her butt was firm yet pillowy, the kind of flesh that yielded perfectly under pressure but snapped right back into shape. Through the thin fabric of her designer skirt, Chrome could feel the delicious warmt of her skin, the subtle curve where her hip met her thigh. It was the kind of perky ass that made men forget their own names.

Chrome’s breath hitched.

’How did she know I was an ass-man?!’

This must be the trickery of her evil vagenda.

Before he could process that thought, Mandy grabbed his other hand and shoved it against her chest. Her breast filled his palm perfectly—warm and delectably perky. He didn’t squeeze immediately, frozen by the moment.

Mandy pressed her body harder against him.

Their tongues danced hot and hungrily. Chrome’s fingers finally began to move, squeezing her backside with growing intensity. The feeling was intoxicating—the way her flesh molded to his grip, the way she gasped into his mouth whenever he squeezed a little harder.

Between his legs, something woke up.

The stick of his manhood stiffened, pressing insistently against the soft fabric of his pants. It poked against Mandy’s crotch, and even through the layers of clothing, Chrome could feel the heat boiling from her most intimate place.

He was certain the flower there had become a water lily.

She was wet.

Squirt! Soaking through her leopard-printed panties.

Mandy was leaking like a faucet, little by little.

And Chrome didn’t help matters by finally squeezing her breast properly.

"Nnnngh~!"

A soft, shaky moan escaped her lips as she arched into his touch. Her thighs squeezed together, trapping his hand between them.

"Ah... ahhh... Chrome~!"

Her voice was breathless, trembling with an innocence that contradicted her earlier boldness.

"It feels... it feels so strange... my body is burning up... why is it so hot in here...?"

She whimpered against his lips, her hips grinding against his hand unconsciously.

"I’ve never... I’ve never felt anything like this before... is this what it’s supposed to feel like...?"

Chrome’s mind was spinning. This woman who had been so confident, so demanding just minutes ago, was now reduced to a stammering mess. Every touch sent shivers through her body, and she reacted like a virgin experiencing her first taste of pleasure.

Which, he realized with horror, she probably was.

Mandy’s breathing grew ragged as she pressed harder against him. Her soft moans hit the cramped space, each one more desperate than the last.

"More... give me more... I need.... I need something..."

She didn’t even know what she was asking for.

Chrome tried to pull away, but in that moment of shifting opened the dog cage, the sharp tip of his manhood poked against her sensitive crotch.

"HNNNNGH~! ♥️"

Mandy’s eyes flew open wide. A guttural moan tore from her throat—loud, animalistic, very much unlike the composed heiress she pretended to be.

Her entire body convulsed.

And then...

A warm liquid trickled down her trembling thighs. It soaked through her tight panties, through her skirt, and dripped onto Chrome’s hand.

Drip... Drip... Drip...

She’d lost control of herself.

Mandy shoved Chrome away with surprising force. He stumbled back, gasping for air—finally able to breathe after that oxygen-restricting kiss.

His chest heaved.

His lips were swollen.

His hand was wet.

Truly, being a man wasn’t easy.

Mandy stood there, frozen, her face turning a shade of red that rivaled the setting sun. Her platinum hair was a mess, her designer blouse was wrinkled, and between her legs...

Golden liquid continued to trickle down her inner thighs.

She looked down at the puddle forming on the floor, then back up at Chrome.

"I... I can’t believe it..."

Her voice was small, broken.

"I just peed myself... in front of you..."

A thin trail of blood trickled from her nostril, dripping onto her chin. Her eyes were dazed, glassy, like she’d just seen the pearly gates of heaven.

All that cultivation and it was kissing an "average" college student that had done this to her. She had never been more ashamed in her entire life.

To be dominated so easily by a man. Maddening.

Chrome tried to speak.

"Hey, it’s fine, really—"

"WHAT KIND OF LADY PEES ON A MAN?!"

She screamed with humiliation.

"JUST GO! GET OUT!"

She crouched in the corner, wrapping her arms around her knees like a wounded animal. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs.

Chrome opened his mouth, then closed it. Nothing he could say that would make this better. He sighed and slipped out of the dressing room.

---

Across the mall, in the head office of Forbes Mall.

Matilda Forbes sat behind her desk.

She was a tall woman with a bold presence. Her large chest rose and fell with each measured breath, and her stern face was framed by flowing blonde hair. Despite her motherly age she still possessed the kind of beauty that made men forget themselves.

She held a delicate porcelain teacup in one hand as she read a cultivation scroll she’d purchased at a recent auction.

The door opened.

An assistant stepped in, her face pale.

"Matriarch... there’s something you need to see."

Matilda didn’t look up. "What is it?"

"Security footage from the dressing room area."

The assistant placed a tablet on the desk.

Matilda’s eyes finally lifted.

She watched her daughter kiss Chrome Langley with desperate hunger. She watched Mandy grab his hands and place them on her body. Quite intimate and shameless.

Then she took a sip of her tea.

The silence was endless between them.

The assistant shifted nervously.

"Matriarch... what do you plan to do?"

Matilda set down her teacup and closed the cultivation scroll with an unreadable expression.

"Invite the young man to dinner this week."

"I... I beg your pardon?"

"You heard me. Make it clear to him that he doesn’t have a choice. Understood?"

The assistant nodded quickly. "Yes, Matriarch!"

She vanished from the office like a gust of wind.

---

Chrome finished washing his hands in the bathroom, scrubbing vigorously until he was certain every trace of Mandy was gone.

Then he made his way back to the fashion store.

Lana was waiting near the entrance, her face bright with a radiant smile. Her hands were full of shopping bags—far more than she’d started with.

Chrome forced a smile.

"I hope you got enough clothes."

Lana nodded happily.

"I didn’t take any extras. Just the ones you told them to pick out. It’s better to start small, right? If I think I need some more, I’ll tell you."

She smiled up at him.

Then she leaned in close.

And sniffed.

Chrome went cold. ಠ_ಠ

Lana’s nostrils flared as she inhaled deeply, her face shifted from happiness to suspicion. It was that sixth sense women had—the one that let them detect another woman’s scent from a mile away.

"Chrome..."

Her voice was sweet. Too sweet.

"You smell like a woman. Should I be worried?"

Chrome’s mind went blank. His mouth opened, but no words came out.

Then Lana spotted a rack of beautiful overcoats nearby.

"Oh! Look at these!"

She rushed over.

"Chrome, Chrome! Come see!"

Chrome placed a hand on his chest and exhaled.

"Okay. Safe."

He walked over to join her.

Lana held out two overcoats.

One in a soft cream color, the other in a deep burgundy.

"Which one do you like better?"

The attendant, a sharp-eyed woman in a tailored suit, stepped forward to assist.

"The cream coat is from the autumn collection of a French tailor. It emphasizes the shoulders and creates an elegant silhouette. The burgundy is Italian-made, designed to accentuate the waist and hips. Both are priced at three thousand dollars each."

Chrome looked at Lana.

"Just take both. You’ll look nice in them—especially with a belt. It really brings out your figure."

Lana’s smile turned scary.

"Pick one, Chrome. Or do you not know what looks good on me after being with another woman?"

Chrome’s face hardened like a piece of rock.

’She activated her trap card! I fell right into it! Like Mata Hari, she made me let my guard down and now she’s going to pry the information out of me! This angel of mine is also a devil sometimes! Under no circumstances can I fail to give the right answer! I’m a corporate expert—deceit should be my forte goddammit!’

He took a deep breath and walked over to her.

"This one."

He said, pointing to the burgundy coat.

"It’ll bring out your shape but keep you modest."

He gripped her waist, squeezing her butt just enough to make her jump.

Lana’s face turned bright red.

"CHROME!"

She shrieked, slapping his chest.

"There’s an attendant right there!"

He just grinned. "So? I’m your boyfriend."

"Fine, fine! That one!"

She laughed, hiding her red face behind her hands.

---

They were paying for the expensive overcoat and all her other clothes when Chrome heard the total.

"Your total is thirty-two thousand dollars, sir."

He paused.

Lana immediately noticed.

"Is it too much? I can return some stuff—"

"No, it’s fine. That’s not it."

He turned to face her.

"A woman kissed me today. I’m sorry I didn’t pull away immediately. I’m a failure as a man."

Lana smiled softly.

"I know."

She reached up and wiped a smear of lipstick from the corner of his mouth.

"Now, I want to make one more purchase."

"Eh?"

Lana turned to the attendant.

"Where can I find the condoms?"

Chrome’s eyes went wide. "EH?!"