Page 10 of Invade Me

"So, are you excited? First time with a scenario like this, right? Here’s a detailed script." He handed me some papers, double-checking as usual to make sure I had the right folder.

In the system, the scenarios only covered the act itself, with no mention of personal details such as the address, the layout of the apartment, how to access his bedroom. Mr. Ragu always provided that information in person.

"It’s a simple scenario; you won’t have to exert yourself too much. He lives in a tiny studio near the East Coastline Campus, where he’s majoring in computer science. A harmless kid, terribly shy. Honestly, when he came to us, I was surprised he even wanted to hire services like ours. Desperation? Who knows. But our policy is not to judge our clients, so I didn’t ask his reasons!"

"Yeah, well, it’s an unusual case," I replied, wincing a little at Mr. Ragu's chubby, stubbornly grinning face.

He ignored my remark and continued, "The student lives on the first floor; the window should be left slightly open. You’ll be able to sneak into the kitchen and go straight to his bedroom. He’ll resist a bit, but you’ll handle it. At the beginning, he wants to feel overpowered, helpless, to sense your strength."

Mr. Ragu pointed to the papers I held. "So a bit of wrestling on the bed won’t hurt, pressing him down with your body weight. Then he wants to be tied up—just hands, symbolically. He doesn’t want to see your face, so you’ll wear a ski mask. And no unrelated conversations; he wants everything scenario-focused." His large beard swayed as he talked.

Then he leaned in low and murmured, "Though, I’ve sometimes considered offering clients normal conversations—like in a therapist’s office. Some people just need a person to listen, maybe even hold their hand."

As he rambled on with ideas, I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Mr. Ragu always loved his side tangents, relishing the sound of his own voice. But he was my boss, so I just sighed.

Abruptly, he returned to the case. I looked up, meeting his gaze, bringing my focus back.

"This is your first job involving sex, Storm. Are you ready?" He bent forward, staring almost accusatorily.

I scoffed. "He’s a young omega; I shouldn’t have any problems."

"Any questions?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I know how to have sex," I replied mockingly.

"Don’t doubt it, but do you know all our rules? The safe word for this kid is ‘Rose’. When he says it, you stop immediately, no matter how into it you are."

What the hell?

"That’s a given! These are consensual scenarios, not a real assault."

I felt insulted that he would even explain it to me at all. I could bet he didn't tell it to anyone but me, all because of my 'rapist’ slash ‘criminal' past. The fucker.

Mr. Ragu nodded, pursing his lips. "He wants this to happen within the week, so we’re already four days in. Only three left. I’m not sure why he’s in such a hurry; maybe he’s going somewhere? I didn’t ask. Just try to do it tonight or tomorrow at the latest. Then you will meet Johansson, your loyal fan."

I tried to keep my face indifferent, but it wasn’t easy.

"I'll try to do it tonight. $1000 is not exactly the dream price, especially with my bills piling up, but I'll do it."

Mr. Ragu scratched his beard, smirking and tilting his head. "You’re just too slow picking assignments! But don’t worry, Johansson will repair your budget—substantially!"

Oh, could you just stop, jerk?I could tell him what I thought about it, but then I’d have to start looking for new employment.

Furrowing his eyebrows, Mr. Ragu added in a lower tone, "I wanted to ask you something else, about your previous job for my husband. You were an aspiring matchmaker, right, Storm? With some good achievements."

Wait. I flinched. A glitch in the matrix? What did he say? We never—ever—talked about my previous job for his husband. He’d always seemed to completely ignore my past, so why the change? Quite a twist in the conversation.

"Yes, I worked for Mr. Ren as a client assistant. At first, I was just… well, assisting, but in the last three months, I handled matches myself. I also helped finalize and enforce deals for clients since I graduated from law school, specializing in marriage and divorce laws." I lifted my chin with pride. Maybe I was a pathetic ‘assaulter specialist’ now, but it hadn’t always been this way. Once, I had a more… reasonable career.

Mr. Ragu scratched his beard, a strange flicker in his eyes as he smirked slightly. "Did you know my husband has big plans for Fate’s Choice?"

"Well, it’s already flourishing. Your husband’s matchmaking agency runs the biggest marriage contract fairs in the city."

Mr. Ragu preened a bit, shifting like a hen on a perch.

"Yes, yes, we are a formidable presence in the market, and we've been drawing a lot of attention lately. But… well, before we go even bigger, we need to wrap up some old business that could potentially drag us down, reputation-wise. There are some loose ends. We, uh—" He cleared his throat, hesitating. "We made a lot of promises to attract clients and outshine other agencies."

I noticed he’d switched to ‘we’ while talking about his husband’s business. He must have been heavily involved in it too.

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