Neurolink System in the Modern World

Chapter 81  Secret Note

Finally, the long and tiring day had come to an end. I was lying on my bed, completely drained, not just physically, but mentally too. The room was softly lit by a bedside lamp, casting comforting shadows on the walls. I let out a sigh of relief as I felt the burdens of the day slowly lifting from my shoulders. "It's finally over," I muttered to myself.

"Alyssa, come here," I asked her to come over, and she came out of the bathroom wearing a thin white nightgown. It was so thin that I could see her skin and nipples underneath, highlighting her attractive figure. Despite being in a role where I had authority over her, I did not forget to program the importance of taking care of her body. It was crucial to me that she remained in good health and didn't lose her physical appeal. "Zyden," she said, her voice filled with affection. I had intentionally deactivated the "Domination" mode, and now she perceived me as her beloved nephew, someone she had developed deep feelings for. In our intimate moments, I'd rather have her with emotions than treating her like a mindless robot. It's way more entertaining this way. I mean, who wants to play with a doll that just stares back blankly?—no fun at all!

She walked over to me, settled onto my bed, and then pulled me into a tight hug. I could feel the smoothness of her soft skin and smell the soothing scent of lavender that enveloped her. She had just taken a shower, and the fragrance added an extra layer of temptation to the moment. To be honest, there's not much I can point out as a flaw in her appearance; she's truly stunning. Even to this day, only Alice can compare to her in terms of sheer beauty. Of course, it's not that they are the most beautiful women in Seoul, but rather because I've only met a few. I'm pretty sure that idols and actresses are equally, if not more, beautiful. "Do you want me to give you a massage?" she offered, not because I had asked her to, but because she noticed my tired expression. It felt really nice to have someone care for me in that moment. I knew it was because of my system, but honestly, who cares, right? "Massage? Yeah, that sounds nice," I answered as I laid down, allowing her to work on my back.

I could feel the softness of her hands, slick with aromatic oil, as they glided across my back. Each movement sent a wave of relaxation through my body. I had to admit, she was incredibly skilled at massaging, and I let myself sink further into the blissful sensation as she continued her expert touch.  .

I had initially planned to start with a massage session first before fucking her, but something grabbed my attention. On the headboard of the bed, my eyes were drawn to an inconspicuous detail—a secret compartment. My curiosity piqued, I pressed it, and to my surprise, it opened too easily . "What is this thing?" I asked Alyssa.

"It's just a piece of paper. Your uncle must have put it there for some reason," she answered.

"A piece of paper?" I muttered to myself, intrigued as I let her continue to massage me, all the while unfolding and examining the contents of the folded paper.

As I opened it, I realized it was indeed just a piece of paper. However, something unusual caught my attention. It was a detail I wouldn't have noticed if not for my passive skill. I had an inkling that this was no ordinary paper.

"Stop," I ordered, then turned around to face the paper in the ceiling light.

"Do not listen to the whisperer?" I muttered to myself, the name unfamiliar to me. But as I uttered those words, my heart began to race.

"What is this feeling? Why am I suddenly filled with anxiety? Whisperer?" I wondered aloud, my unease growing. (Hypnotizer —> Whisperer) "Are you alright, Zyden?" she asked, her concern evident in her eyes.

"Do you know about the whisperer?" I asked her, wondering if this might be some kind of secret code.

"No," she shook her head, her expression still puzzled.

Realizing that she didn't have any information about the mysterious message, I decided to carefully fold the paper and hide it back in the compartment. I made a mental note to conduct some research on it later. For the time being, I needed that massage more than ever to help me relax and unwind. "Hey, how about you start massaging my junior instead?" I teased her playfully as I reclined, trying to lighten the mood. She giggled at my suggestion and playfully started rubbing my dick as if it was a magic lamp, her fingers moving with gentle and deliberate strokes. Maybe she was secretly hoping for a genie to appear and grant her three wish.

Unfortunately for her, there were no genies or magical wishes to be found .

As she began to love it, she suddenly opened her mouth, licked the tip of my dick, and then continued to lick my balls as if they were some sort of ice cream. She did not mind the salty taste and feel of my dick on her tongue because I've sweat a lot when I was wearing the protective gear. She continued sucking it like a vacuum as her racing thoughts drove her to tease every area of my dick with her masterful blowjob. Then ,she continued to up her game by licking my dick and then putting it between her boobs. The sensation of her tongue combined with the warmth between her boobs intensified the pleasure, leaving me craving more as I stroke it back and forth against her soft skin. I must say that getting a blow job and tit-fuck from her made me forget about the trouble she had cause. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

'All right, all right. I forgive you for killing your ex-lover and forcing me to do unnecessary work.' I laughed sarcastically to myself. After this, I'm going to wreck her pussy so badly that she won't be able to walked without taking painkillers .