A continuation of the story of Oliver and his unusual abilit..

A continuation of the story of Oliver and his unusual abilities. Part 7.
Attention! Long Read!
At the end of the story, I'll give links to the previous parts.
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For the first time in a long while, Oliver felt truly inspired and confident. The upcoming workload no longer seemed overwhelming, and the clients’ demands felt less absurd.
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"Lucky me that the system chose me for this. Things are only going to get more interesting from here. Just as long as I don’t get electrocuted again -definitely not my idea of a good time," Oliver thought to himself, sorting through his work materials.
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A little later, his manager sent him to another department to get some documents signed. Since he was still relatively new to the company and hadn’t yet built up much reputation or respect, he sometimes ended up running errands or delivering coffee.
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"That’s fine. Sooner or later, the manager will recognize my creative skills and business acumen. And if not - well, I'll put that thought in her head with my dick, heh.", he mused with a smirk, stepping into the elevator. As he dreamed of recognition, a soft chime announced his arrival at the designated floor.
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Oliver stepped out of the elevator, still dangling in indecent fantasies, and walked toward the department he'd been directed to until he realized something was wrong around him. The floor was too quiet. There were none of the typical office sounds: no background noise of conversations, no rustling of papers, no clacking of keys. It seemed as if all the people on the floor had disappeared, and all the work was frozen.
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"Wait… frozen? Could this be… Time Stop? One of the abilities of the Demon King’s heir? But I didn’t activate anything."
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Just in case, Oliver double-checked his settings and the skills he was using: time stop was indeed not “on” at the moment. Strange. He decided to proceed to the director’s office to confirm whether the entire floor was empty. If it was, well, not his problem - he could just head back to his regular duties.
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The conference room Oliver was walking past was suddenly filled with suspicious noises. Oliver stopped and listened. Slaps, restrained moans, it seemed that even something had fallen. "Ho-ho, someone decided to have some fun in the middle of the workday too?"
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The smart glass was in opaque mode and the door to the conference room was closed, but the sounds coming from inside were so seductively lewd that Oliver couldn't resist opening the door just a little bit to peek in. At the same moment, a notification from the system appeared in front of him:
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//New quest: meet another Heir of the Demon King and get information from him.

Maximum reward: level up and unlock a new ability. Good luck!//
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Oliver, who considered himself the only participant in this mysterious game, "... another Heir?... What information should I get? What's the new ability? At least give me some specifics!"
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Suddenly there was a particularly long moan, and Oliver was instantly distracted from the difficult questions. The picture that appeared in front of the peeping boy looked like a standard 18+ video: the very boss who was supposed to sign the documents was now practically lying belly-down on the conference table. Some coworker Oliver didn't know was rhythmically pounding into her from behind. With one hand, he covered her mouth, preventing her from moaning at the top of her voice, and with the other hand he was holding her waist, groping her bare breasts, or leaning her against the table so that she would bend over. The expression on the man's face was slightly bored, as if he wasn't enjoying the whole process.
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“Come on, entertain me more. Isn't that what you wanted when you told me off in front of the whole department? Maybe I should have fucked you right there. It's been a little boring lately, so come on, try harder.”
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The boss didn't seem to understand what was being said to her at all. She tried to grab onto something on the table, but all she could do was flick some papers to the floor.
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“Oh, look, just when I said that, we got an audience! Let's change our pose so he can see better.”
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Oliver instantly bounced away from the door when he realized he'd been spotted, but then the smart glass switched to transparent mode. The woman was now held upright, keeping her thighs spread so that Oliver could see all the deliciousness. Her entire appearance was a mess, her hair disheveled, her white blouse unbuttoned, her dark tights torn in several places. Her bossy face was both tearful and extremely satisfied. Her pussy was tightly gripping his cock, as if not wanting to let go. Her huge breasts were moving up and down. Tears or lubricant dripped onto the floor. The rhythm of the movements quickened, and the woman moaned louder. Her head fell back, her legs trembling badly.
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Oliver watched the whole thing like a mesmerized. Unable to tear himself away from the spectacle, he started to think that jerking off in the middle of the office in someone else's department wasn't such a bad idea, but suddenly the glass was opaque again. He sighed disappointedly.
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"Well, how do you like the front row seat?"
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...To be continued.

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