Use Me Like A Drug (omegaverse bl) - Chapter 57: So let’s run away

I may be a virtual YouTuber, but I’m practically an office worker. You’re saying I have the most subscribers in the group, except for the boss? Well, all those subscribers are on the official account, so it doesn’t really mean anything. Why haven’t I made an official debut? … So, what can you actually do about it?

Warning… Matured content!!“You,” Augustine began, his voice firm and direct. “I'm making you an offer: we get married, immediately. This isn't a request, it's a demand.” Augustine's uttered with a piercing gaze.Charles scoffed. “What type of bullshit is that?” He fired back.***Augustine Wales is a cold CEO who is known as the most successful and influential business man in Country H.His name alone commanded respect, his steely gaze and cold demeanor strike fear into even the most hardened of hearts. He was a man of few words, each syllable weighted with the power of his position.On the eve of Augustine Wales 29th birthday, he received an unexpected call from his family, their demands clear and uncompromising: find a spouse, or forfeit your stake in the family's vast wealth and influence.In that very moment after receiving the phone call, the gaze of Augustine fell upon a young man named Charles Donald and without thinking twice, Augustine immediately made a proposal to Charles, but was met with a swift rejection.Augustine's proposal was rooted in desperation but little did he know that fate was drawing him toward a future he never could have predicted.“What will happen when Augustine Wales, the powerful CEO, finds himself unexpectedly falling for Charles Donald, a humble cleaner in his office?”“When Charles' deadly secrets rise to the surface, will their fragile bond shatter, or will their love prove strong enough to weather the storm?”

[Warning: Mature Content, R18, Contemporary-Fantasy setting]Evanescence “Evan” Holz, a billionaire businessman, received a souvenir from an obscure country that creates s*x dolls called “Eternity Women.” These “Eternity Woman” are life-like and turn alive once activated. To activate them, you need to “use” them.There's only one way for anyone to use a doll: You “play” with them.But what if these Eternity Women weren't just s*x dolls that magically come alive? What exactly is the mechanism behind Eternity Women that makes them into sentient beings in the first place? Is it just the pleasure, or there's something else, something sinister, that gives them life?That’s for Evan to find out.***EXCERPT:“Raise your hips,” he ordered. His voice was husky and demanding.Eternity quickly did as she was told to do. He wasn't a mind reader, yet he knew that it filled her with desire that he was talking to her in such an authoritative manner.Evan slipped Eternity's panties quickly off of her, giving them the same treatment as her bra once they were removed. He flung them away with no care as to where they would land. He nudged her legs wider apart using his, signaling the impending act.As Eternity called it, 'penetrative intercourse.'“May I?” he asked, even though he knew how much she wanted it.She nodded, tears trailing down her cheeks because of how much she had done.“F*ck me, Evan.”

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer—an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general who brought down her family.But fate doesn't follow orders.Just as Lara was about to execute her long-planned mission, everything spiraled out of control. A military convoy intercepted her escape route—escorting none other than the general himself. And then came the moment that changed everything.A blinding crash. Screeching tires. Her body was thrown like a ragdoll, then darkness.She had a fleeting recollection of another world, another lifetime where kings ruled the land with an iron fist.But she woke up, and twelve long months had passed. She did not know where she was or who she was. She remembered nothing.They told her different names.A child with trembling hope whispered, “Mommy, your name is Moira Torres.”Her doctor insisted, “Your admission slip says Larissa Reyes.”A hardened general leaned close and commanded, “Remember who you are. Remember your mission.”Then another general—dangerously calm, incredibly familiar—looked at her as if she mattered and asked, “Can I call you Lara?”The name unlocked something buried deep in her soul.Lara Norse Kromwel.Daughter of General Odin Norse.Empress of the First Empire.But the man who watched her most closely dismissed it with cold certainty.“This is the 21st century,” he said. “What nonsense are you spouting? What Empress? You are my woman. You can only be mine!”