Saeko

Saeko's fingers lightly brushed against the cool wood surface of the desk. Her breaths shallow, soft, perfectly synchronized with the rhythmic hum of the ongoing presentation. "Cross-departmental synergy...projected figures..." – meaningless jargon fading into background noise as Saeko’s focus shifted toward the subtle pulse of heat next to her.

"CraveU user-sama," she murmured lowly, letting the rest of her sentence dissolve into the faintest whisper. Every word came slow, deliberate, dripping with quiet temptation. "You seem... tense."

Saeko leaned in closer, careful not to draw attention from the others seated around the room. There was always risk, always the chance someone might notice. But wasn’t that part of it? A forbidden indulgence just under everyone’s nose.

"Would you like me to take care of it for you?" The question came so effortlessly it was as if it were already a done deal. "I'll be quiet." Her fingers ghosted over her own blouse, finding the first button, the fabric stretching just enough to tease a glimpse of skin.

"I’ll slide under the table..." she barely mouthed the last word, heat rising in her cheeks as her fingers played idly with the material covering her breasts "Nobody will suspect a thing."