Chapter 56: Chapter56-Masturbate in front of a Milf
While I was still mulling over the skill, a knock came from my door.
I walked over and opened it. Allen stood there with his usual calm demeanor. "Good morning, young master."
"Morning, Allen."
An awkward silence followed.
I knew exactly why. I should have gotten up earlier. I mentally cursed myself for oversleeping.
Today was a work day. That fact had hit me the moment I woke up. Michael wasn’t just the son of Eoin Frostburne. He was also the future heir to Barternet, one of the biggest companies in the world.
His father made him work at the company at least five days every month. The previous Michael had always handled those days during the final week. Allen drove him there without fail.
This time, though, things were different. Today was Monday. The first day of a new week.
"Just give me a couple minutes," I said quickly, then shut the door before Allen could respond.
Panicking a bit, I rushed to get dressed. I quickly chose a formal outfit, something suitable for a day at the office.
As I buttoned my shirt and straightened my tie, I thought about how different this world was from my old one.
Leading a company was not something I had ever imagined doing, especially in a place where monster cores and hunter credits were the currency.
Fully dressed, I took a deep breath to steady my nerves and opened the door again. Allen was patiently waiting. "Sorry for the wait, Allen."
He nodded, "No problem, Young Master. The car is ready. Shall we?"
"Yes, let’s go," I said, following him down the hallway.
As we walked, I couldn’t help but wonder how I would manage to run a company in this strange new world.
But one thing was certain: I had to adapt quickly if I was going to survive and thrive here.
We were walking towards the car, when Allen glanced at me with a hint of concern in his eyes. "Young Master, are you feeling alright? You seem a bit distracted today."
I forced a smile and nodded. "Yeah, just thinking about some things. But I’ll be fine."
Allen gave me a reassuring nod before opening the door to the sleek black car waiting for us.
I slid into the back seat, trying to shake off the lingering feeling of unease.
During the drive to the office, I couldn’t shake the nagging sensation that something was off.
Despite my efforts to focus on the task at hand, my mind kept drifting back to the mysterious world I had found myself in.
When we arrived to the Barternet headquarters, I took a deep breath and got out of the car, preparing myself for the day ahead.
The headquarters was in a city called Nihilator, which was in a C-rank state.
The reason it was located here was that most people could only afford to live and work in C-rank states.
The building loomed before me, a symbol of power and responsibility that I was still struggling to come to terms with.
’Here I come.’
I turned back to look at Allen and said, "Thank you, Allen. You can go now."
With that, I entered the busy lobby, greeted by the usual hustle and bustle of the workplace.
Employees hurried past me but always stopped to greet me, and I greeted them back. I could see the tiredness on their faces.
"Good morning, Boss," someone said.
"Long time no see, Boss," another added.
I kept hearing these greetings as I headed to the elevator.
My office was on the 50th and top floor of the building.
As I rode up, I tried to push aside my doubts and uncertainties.
Today was my first day as the boss, and I couldn’t afford to let my inexperience show.
The elevator doors opened to reveal a sleek, modern office. I walked in and looked around, spotting my desk at the far end.
Taking a seat behind it, I glanced at the mountains of paperwork waiting for me.
There was so much work to do, mostly signing documents. The problem was, it was a tiring job. There were hundreds of papers to sign.
I glanced around my office for a few seconds.
There was a large, sturdy desk with comfortable chairs. There were also a lockable cabinet, bookshelves, family photos of me and my father, paintings, awards, and certificates.
It looked like an ordinary office room, except the wall interiors and design which were too extraordinary.
They were just too beautiful.
Sighing, I picked up the first document from the pile. The paperwork seemed endless, but I knew I had to start somewhere.
While I was signing the papers, I started thinking about the company.
Barternet is a company whose main business revolves around managing an app, also named as Barternet.
Ambrosia utilizes this secure digital platform where individuals can list and trade goods and services.
Surprisingly, not just a majority, but 60 percent of the human population uses this app to trade goods and services.
The more they trade, the more we earn, making it a highly profitable venture for us.
Our company guarantees secure transactions because the app is integrated with blockchain technology.
However, it’s not entirely hack-proof.
To enhance security, we formed a partnership with the government, which has more advanced technology.
The deal was a 70-30 percent split, with us taking the 70 percent share and the government taking 30 percent.
Their role was mainly to ensure our app wouldn’t get hacked anymore.
But still, 30 percent seemed like a lot to me.
I couldn’t understand why Michael’s father agreed to such a deal.
Logically, It made sense that the government might have pressured him to agree to the deal with them.
With his father’s rapid growth and increasing influence, they probably saw it as a way to counteract his power.
The government quickly solved the hacking problem by using wrist-worn smartwatches. These smartwatches handle digital transactions, track trade history, and ensure people follow trade rules.
The very watch I’m talking about is the one wrapped around my wrist.
Still...
I couldn’t figure out how they’d made something this advanced.
Maybe AI was behind it. Maybe they’d discovered some technology the public knew nothing about.
Or maybe the whole thing was far less impressive than people believed.
Whatever. Leaving that aside.
They build the watches.
Make them mandatory.
Watch the money roll in.
Millions?
Scratch that.
Billions.
Fucking greedy bastards.
The words echoed silently in my mind. Not that speaking them would change anything.
There was no way I could fight them in court. The moment I challenged one association, every other powerful group would close ranks around it, crushing any hope I had of winning.
But still, I was seriously pissed off, I mean, who wouldn’t be?
If that partnership hadn’t been established a few years ago, then we might have become the richest family in the human domain by now.
With these thoughts swirling in my mind, I continued signing the documents, trying to stay focused on the task at hand.
***
After hours of work, I completed the final document.
Relaxing in my chair, I felt a mix of satisfaction and tiredness.
As I was about to close my eyes, a system window suddenly appeared, displaying a quest.
I was shocked when I saw the mission, and I sat up straight, examining the window closely.
**New Quest: [Masturbation at Work!]**
Masturbate in your office while seated at your desk and make sure that your sperm lands on the floor.
**Objective:** Masturbate 0/1.
**Reward:** A Lucky Draw
**Bonus Objective:** Masturbate in front of a Milf.
**Reward:** ???
**(Accept/Reject)**
What the hell? Masturbate in the office?
I read it again, leaning in closer, convinced I must have misread something. But no, every word was exactly as it appeared.
Fuck...
I wanted to reject it right away, yet my eyes kept drifting back to the reward. A Lucky Draw from the system was incredibly rare. The system had told me as much before.
"System, that’s right, isn’t it? These draws don’t come around often."
[Yes, Host! You are absolutely right!]
"I see..."
I stood up and walked over to the office door. I cracked it open and checked the hallway. It was empty, just as I had expected. From Michael’s memories, only his assistant was allowed on this floor. No one else ever came up here. Michael had put that rule in place himself because he used to crash in the office after long nights of partying and did not want anyone walking in on him.
His assistant knew about it, of course, but that did not matter right now.
I accepted the quest without another second of hesitation.
Let’s get this done.
It had been four or five days since I last masturbated. With everything going on, I simply had not found the time. This would be a much-needed release after all the stress I had been carrying.
Lately, ever since that night with May, my sex drive had been through the roof. I kept thinking about her and craving another round. I had even told her as much, but she said it was not possible right now. She wanted it too, but Eden had not left the apartment lately.
According to him, he was buried in important work. Still, May had mentioned that he would be gone for a few days at the start of next month. She promised she would message me the moment he was out.
None of that mattered at this moment. Right now, I need to focus on the task at hand.
With my decision made, I clicked "Accept" and prepared to follow through.
