I work as an online late-night sleep therapist, specializing in treating male sexual dysfunction anxiety. I have succubus bloodline and can directly enter clients' minds, customizing the wildest erotic dreams for them. They regain their vigor in dreams, while I secretly feed on the overflow of dopamine to stay eternally young. If I encounter a drop-dead gorgeous guy, I don't mind personally joining him in the dream for some mind-blowing sex. "Thanks for your business. Remember to leave a five-star review when you wake up!" I rubbed my aching lower back, having just kicked an extremely handsome client out of the dreamscape. Before I could catch my breath, my phone suddenly vibrated. "Do you take urgent orders? I seem to have lost interest in all women." Hearing the voice on the other end, I jumped in shock. It was actually my uncle, the one I've loved but could never have. I disguised my voice and immediately accepted this big job. "Don't worry, I guarantee your satisfaction~" Rodriguez was an orphan adopted by my grandfather, the current head of the Bruno family. And I, a granddaughter of the Bruno family, had fallen in love with this uncle. Since he delivered himself to my doorstep tonight, I wasn't going to hold back. I rolled out of bed, lit the dream-inducing incense, and locked my psychic power onto Rodriguez's brainwaves. Once I entered the dreamscape, I would transform into the woman his subconscious most desired. No way he wouldn't get it up. After the sensation of weightlessness passed, I landed steadily. Opening my eyes, I found myself in an underground parking garage. Who would've thought Rodriguez's subconscious space would be this wild. I followed the sound of heavy breathing. Rodriguez was leaning against a car door, his eyes flushed red. Wearing a slip dress, I walked over and trapped him between me and the car door. "Mr. Rodriguez, were you waiting for me?" I hooked his tie and wound it around my finger, forcing him to lower his head. My other hand tore open his shirt, fingertips tracing circles on his chest muscles. Rodriguez's whole body tensed. He didn't push me away. He just stared at me, Adam's apple bobbing, body rigid. "Why so quiet?" I pressed closer, my thigh brushing against his pants. "You're pretty intimidating at the office normally, aren't you?" "But now... you don't even dare touch me?" "Don't play with fire." His voice was hoarse. He raised his hand and gripped my wrist, not forcefully, as if suppressing himself. "What if I do? What can you do about it?" I stood on tiptoe and bit his earlobe with my teeth, tongue trailing down his neck. My palm roamed across his back, leaving several red marks with my nails. This feeling of taking advantage of him with full justification excited me tremendously. Rodriguez gasped, fists clenched, back pressed against the car door. He closed his eyes, letting me cling to him and ignite the fire, tilting his head back, muffled groans escaping his throat as he endured this torturous pleasure. I was waiting, waiting for his body's response. But five seconds passed, ten seconds passed. Sweat dripped down from his temples as I teased him. But where our bodies pressed together, there was dead silence, no reaction whatsoever. No way, right? He was this aroused, but down there was truly out of commission? Not believing it, my hand continued downward along his V-line. The instant my fingertips touched the bottom line, Rodriguez's eyes snapped open. "Get lost!" He shoved me away and I fell onto the concrete floor, scraping my palm. The dreamscape began to shake as his emotions collapsed. He was forcibly waking himself up. I cursed and cut the connection, retreating. Bouncing up from bed, I gasped for air, clutching my bruised arm. Rodriguez was psychologically enjoying the teasing, but physiologically showed no response at all. How severe was this psychological barrier? My phone lit up with a Twitter message from Rodriguez: "Didn't feel anything." I stared at those three words, anger surging. I worked so hard in the dream, he enjoyed it with his eyes closed, and now he says he didn't feel anything? Clearly, it's you who can't perform! I replied through gritted teeth. "Don't worry, Mr. Rodriguez. Tonight I'll give you stronger medicine. I guarantee it'll cure your condition."
After the first treatment failed, I spent all day reviewing what went wrong. Physiological dysfunction stems from subconscious defensiveness. An oppressive space like an underground parking garage would make him vigilant. What if I switched to somewhere he's most familiar with? The next day, I timed my entry into the dream perfectly. The scene was set in his actual bedroom, at the Bruno estate. I opened his closet, picked out a white shirt and put it on, then sat leaning on his bed. The door opened and Rodriguez walked in carrying a glass of water. When he saw me sitting on the bed, his footsteps froze. He stared at my exposed legs, Adam's apple bobbing. "Come here." His voice was hoarse. I walked in front of him. Smirking, I took the glass from his hand. Then I tilted my head back and poured the water down my own neck! The water soaked through the white shirt, exposing my body's spring scenery completely. Rodriguez's pupils contracted sharply. I pushed him down onto the bed! "Tonight, I'll take good care of you." I straddled him on the bed, dripping wet, hands braced on either side of his waist, looking at him. The excitement of freely touching my beloved made my fingertips tremble. I leaned down and pressed against his lips. Then I moved downward, kissing past his Adam's apple and collarbone. I used my teeth to grip the buttons of his shirt and pulled them open one by one. His chest muscles were exposed. I pressed my lips against them, tongue tracing the lines of his abs. Throughout it all, Rodriguez lay face up, hands tightly gripping the sheets beneath him, veins bulging on the backs of his hands. He remained passively receiving, with only increasingly heavy breathing. I was so excited I was nearly going crazy. When my lips stopped at his belt buckle, I felt his abdomen instantly stiffen. I opened my mouth to bite open his final line of defense. Then a hand grabbed me. Rodriguez suddenly turned the tables, flipping me over and pinning me beneath him on the bed! "Had enough fun yet?!" He roared, yanking off his tie and binding my hands to the headboard. "Rod... Mr. Rodriguez..." I was even more excited by this turn of events. Rodriguez's hands, through the soaked shirt, caressed my body. Everywhere his palms touched, my skin burned. Being touched by my beloved, excitement and desire made me arch my back in response. Soon, as long as he breaks through his psychological barrier... I closed my eyes, waiting for that final penetration. But he stopped right at the edge of losing control. Rodriguez buried his face in my neck. His body pressed tightly against mine as he deeply inhaled my scent. Then the bedroom around us began to melt away. He was forcing himself awake, dispelling this intimate moment. I snapped my eyes open and punched the pillow. So close! Why would he rather bury his face in my neck sniffing than just go for it?! The next morning, I woke up with dark circles under my eyes and decided to go to his house to investigate. As soon as I entered the living room, I saw Rodriguez sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper. And beside him, pressed close to him, was his fiancée, Vivian. "Well, if it isn't Natalie." Vivian glanced at me and rolled her eyes. "Coming over to mooch breakfast first thing in the morning. Really treating this place like your own home." I glanced at her, too lazy to engage. But Rodriguez suddenly put down his newspaper. "Pour me a glass of water." No choice. I walked to the coffee table to pour water. As I bent down, I felt a gaze land on me, full of aggression. I followed my intuition and looked over. Rodriguez's eyes were fixed on my exposed collarbone and legs. That look was exactly the same as last night! My heart jumped. I steeled myself and handed him the water. The instant we exchanged the glass, his fingertip brushed across the back of my hand. My whole body trembled. Vivian sensed something was wrong, her expression darkening. Just as she was about to explode. "Your hand is so cold." Rodriguez dropped this comment and went upstairs with the glass. Vivian remained in place, trembling with anger. I lowered my head, staring at the back of my hand. Something was off. Had he recognized me?!
After returning home from his place, my mom called. "Hurry up, change your clothes and come downstairs! Today's blind date is the heir to the Edgar Group. "Stop pining after Rodriguez. You two are absolutely impossible!" My head throbbed. Ever since graduating college, my mom had been forcing me on blind dates. She'd seen through my feelings for Rodriguez and feared I would ruin the Bruno family's reputation. I threw on a t-shirt and went out, meeting the man at a restaurant. "Miss Natalie, even though your uncle is running your family now, you're still one of the heirs. After we get married and have a son, won't the Bruno family assets return to your hands?" The man said this while reaching out to touch me. Disgusted, I grabbed the water glass on the table, ready to smash it in his face. A hand suddenly reached over and clamped down on his wrist. He screamed and slid from his chair to the floor on his knees. I looked up in shock. Rodriguez was already standing beside me, his face dark. "Mr. Rodriguez..." The man's face went pale with fear. "Get lost." Rodriguez growled, and the blind date scrambled away. Rodriguez turned his head and stared at me. "Miss Natalie has such low standards she'd even consider this kind of trash?" He dropped this line and turned to leave. I stood there, eyes stinging, fists clenched. Fine. You think I'm desperate, is that it? Tonight, I'll make you taste what it's like to want something you can't have! Third dream entry. I set the scene in his CEO office. I wore a fitted pencil skirt, white blouse, black stockings and heels. This mature woman outfit would drive him crazy. Rodriguez pushed the door open. When he saw me, his breathing clearly deepened. I didn't pounce on him directly like the previous two times. I stood up and walked in front of him. Extending my fingertip, I lifted his tie, traced circles along his chest, then slid inside his jacket, caressing his waist. Rodriguez's eyes darkened. His Adam's apple bobbed as he raised his hand, wanting to pull me into his arms. I stepped back half a step, slapped his hand away, expression turning cold. "Mr. Rodriguez, please restrain yourself. This is an office." Rodriguez's hand froze in midair, eyes rimmed red. "You..." He gritted his teeth. Ignoring him, I turned and walked to the filing cabinet, pretending to organize. When he approached, I suddenly turned and lightly licked his Adam's apple with my tongue. "Hiss~" He sucked in a sharp breath, whole body tense, eyes locked on me as he again reached out to press me against the desk. "Smack." I slapped his hand away again, pulling back distance, adjusting my glasses. "Mr. Rodriguez, there are still two contracts that need your signature. Please focus on your work." I turned and walked to the office desk, facing away from him, hands braced on the edge. I bent my upper body down. The pencil skirt hugged my waist and hip curves with the movement, black-stockinged legs gleaming under the lights. I heard gasping behind me. Rodriguez pressed up against me, his hand reaching for the top of my thigh! I quickly dodged sideways, slipping away from in front of him, retreating to the other side of the desk. I raised my chin, speaking coolly: "Mr. Rodriguez, your self-control seems rather poor." "If you can't even maintain professional conduct, I don't think our meeting tonight needs to continue." Finally, Rodriguez's veins bulged and his rationality completely snapped. "Fuck the work!" He grabbed my collar and pinned me against the floor-to-ceiling window! Ignoring my resistance, his large hand yanked and the shirt buttons instantly flew off. His palm slid down along my waistline and ripped open the black stockings. I was pressed hard against the glass, our bodies tightly joined. In that instant, I clearly felt it! That place that had been dead silent finally showed signs of rising! That massive presence was pressing against my body. I clutched his shoulders and in the heat of passion blurted out: "Uncle..." Rodriguez's whole body jerked to a halt. "What did you call me?!" He released me and stepped back two paces. The rising trend instantly softened after that word "uncle." He gasped heavily, bit down on his own lip, and blood welled up. He stared at me intently. "Why... why does it have to be you..." He murmured these words. Then the dreamscape collapsed and I was ejected back to reality. Damn it! Just one final step away, and my stupid mouth, why did I have to call him uncle at the most critical moment?!
I didn't sleep well all night. I'd planned to rest and battle Rodriguez again tonight. But tonight was the Bruno Group's tenth anniversary gala, which I had to attend. My mom dragged me along, probing about my progress with Edgar. I answered evasively, but my peripheral vision stayed locked on Rodriguez. Rodriguez had been forced to drink quite a bit tonight. Looking slightly fatigued, he was helped into the private lounge by his assistant. I excused myself to the restroom and secretly slipped inside. Rodriguez was lying back on the sofa, eyes closed, already drunk and sound asleep. I walked to the coffee table and picked up his fallen phone. My fingertips trembling, I entered my own birthday. The screen unlocked! I opened the photo album. Inside was only one photo of me sleeping at home. So he'd had feelings for me in reality all along! Trembling with excitement, I looked at Rodriguez lying on the sofa. Since we always fell short in dreams, and now he was completely defenseless, why not strike while the iron's hot? I put down the phone and walked to the sofa, half-kneeling on the floor. I extended my finger, trailing down from his Adam's apple. My fingertip unbuttoned his shirt, palm pressed against his lower abdomen, following the lines of his abs, going directly downward, slipping my hand inside to play freely. I felt the muscles beneath my hand tighten. Rodriguez's breathing grew heavier, and that place was rapidly awakening. I licked my lips, about to lower my head and go further when— My mom's voice suddenly came from outside the door. "Where did Natalie run off to? She was just here." "Don't worry, Rodriguez is resting here. She probably went to find Rodriguez." Vivian was there too. Footsteps grew closer, stopping right at the lounge door! I startled and quickly withdrew my hand. Before I could stand up to find somewhere to hide, Rodriguez, who had been on the sofa, opened his eyes! He grabbed my wrist and dragged me into the adjacent storage closet. Rodriguez locked the closet door behind him. From outside came the sound of the door opening and conversation. "Strange, Rodriguez isn't here. Where's Natalie?" On this side of the wall, I was pinned against the door by Rodriguez. It was very narrow here. Our bodies pressed tightly together. My phone vibrated violently in my pocket—my mom calling. But Rodriguez's hand explored over, lifting my skirt inch by inch. Right here, I clearly felt— It was rapidly growing larger, pressing hard against me! I stared wide-eyed in shock, pressing down on his hand, frantically shaking my head at him. Rodriguez lowered his head, whispering in my ear. "You played so wild in the dreams—soaking wet, black stockings, office... trying every trick on me." "In reality, how come you're scared?" My brain completely crashed, my consciousness becoming hazy. Rodriguez suddenly tightened his arms around my waist and thrust his hips! "Mmph!" My whole body went soft, pupils contracting sharply. I could only desperately cover my mouth, forcing the moan back down my throat. Outside the door, my mom was knocking on the storage closet. "Why is this door locked? Is anyone in there?"
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