Neurolink System in the Modern World

Chapter 348 Professionalism

She was startled by my actions, but being a professional, she did not make a commotion out of it.

Instead, she smiled and tried to slowly pull her hands away, but I did not let go. In my current appearance as a middle-aged man, I must have looked quite creepy .

I didn't mean to offend this Joon guy, but he resembled those typical office characters you see in movies—the not-so-handsome ones who act all arrogant and bigshot. You know, the kind of guy who's probably a secret pervert, always taking a sneak peek at his subordinates.

He looked like he walked straight out of a cliché corporate drama, playing the role of the annoying side character rather than the leading man.

Realizing that I wasn't letting go, she glanced at my companions, hoping they would intervene.

However, everyone was ignoring her.

How could she expect any help when they were all under my control?

To be honest, I could save myself the hassle and just magically make her think I'm the most charming person alive, but where's the fun in that? Let's keep things interesting.

"Sir, I don't think this is appropriate," she spoke up, voicing her discomfort.

"Don't be a killjoy. How about we have some fun ? I'm willing to give you a lot of money," I enticed her with the prospect of wealth.

I'd seen my fair share of movies, and I couldn't help but wonder if those cinematic scenes where private stewards provided more intimate services were anything close to reality.

I mean, do they really bring you a glass of wine and then transform into a seductive version of an airline stewardess, complete with a sly smile and bedroom eyes? I was about to find out.

She nodded in response, so I asked Aiku and Bing Da to change seats, giving me more space to work with. What I was planning to do later required some room, after all.

After she sat with me, I was able to fully appreciate her beauty. She was wearing a thin white stewardess uniform with a perfectly tailored jacket, adorned with a logo, and a knee-length black skirt.

The uniform exuded professionalism while accentuating her figure. The golden wings on her chest symbolized her role as part of the cabin crew.

She started pouring the wine into my glass, and I savored its taste while I subtly traced my fingers along her long, slender legs. The smooth fabric of her stockings heightened the sensation, adding a hint of forbidden pleasure to the act.

She began to squirm, a mixture of embarrassment and discomfort evident on her face. Ignoring it, I continued my bold move, pulling down her stocking to feel the smoothness of her skin firsthand.

My hands explored every inch of her legs before continuing to travel between them, reaching the fabric of her underwear.

At this point, she was already feeling the heat from my groping , her breath becoming deeper and hotter. I felt an urge to see her face, so I drank the wine, leaned in closer, and kissed her.

Our tongue met in a deep kiss, the taste of wine lingering between us. She squirmed a bit, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement. I continued to explore, moving my hands along her legs, gently pulling down her underwear to feel her slit.

Her breathing grew heavier as my hands ventured further. I could sense her hesitation, but the allure of the luxurious life I promised with every touch was too tempting to resist.

As I continued, the confined space of the private jet became a hidden world of desire.

In those moments, the private jet soared through the clouds, and with it ,I started thrusting my fingers in her private parts more intensely.

"S- Sir...Please be gentle," she moaned.