There was a reminder of tension in the scene lingering in the air as Denzel slowly averted his gaze.

’She’s really trying to stand against me. This is new.’

The thought passed quickly, but it didn’t leave him.

’I should be surprised... but I’m not. I just didn’t expect it from her.’

Up until yesterday, everything had felt firmly under his control.

’I handled her perfectly yesterday...and made her submit. ’

Everything had unfolded smoothly too smoothly, in hindsight. And now, something had shifted.

’And now she’s resisting?’

His jaw tightened slightly.

’I should be angry... no, I am angry...She needs to remember her place as my bitch, only needed to satisfy me.’

But beneath the anger, another thought surfaced colder, more measured.

’Still... I can’t force this. If I push too hard, she’ll dig in deeper. Sophia is stubborn. Once she sets her mind, she won’t bend.’

He exhaled slowly.

’And if this drags on, Antonia will interfere.’

The conclusion formed with quiet certainty.

’Keep it controlled. Keep it smooth. For now.’

Denzel looked back at her, a faint smile returning to his face.

"You’re really let me get the job at all, are you? even though it’s me... your own dear brother?"

Sophia didn’t answer right away. Her gaze shifted away from him, as if weighing something she wasn’t ready to say out loud.

"You wouldn’t understand, Denzel." she said at last, her voice low.

Denzel’s expression didn’t change. The smile stayed calm, almost reassuring.

"Let’s just get this over with. Even if you change your mind later, we still need to settle this."

She hesitated for a moment longer, then turned and walked toward the door.

He followed closely behind.

"Don’t close it." he said, his voice cutting through the quiet.

Sophia paused but didn’t object.

The room beyond was quiet, carefully prepared.

A massage slab was set up at the center, neatly arranged with oils and folded linens. Candlelight flickered softly against the walls, and open windows let in a cool breeze that softened the atmosphere rather than disturbed it.

Sophia moved to a corner and picked up a towel, wrapping it around herself with deliberate care. For a moment her back was turned, then she glanced over her shoulder at him.

Her expression was uncertain.

"Do you really want to do this?" she asked quietly.

"You’re not going to like what I have to say."

Denzel stepped forward slightly, his tone steady and controlled.

"Just lie down and relax, Sophia."

A heavy silence settled again, stretching between them as neither of them moved.

Sophia took one last glance at him before she moved and lay down on the slab.

’She’s still holding back. Even now... come on Denzel, keep up some composure.’

Denzel watched as she settled, his expression steady almost unreadable. After a moment, he stepped closer, a faint smile returning to his face.

’Still within expectations... for now.’

"You know, Sophia darling..." Denzel said quietly, his voice calm and measured.

"I’m your brother. You can talk to me about anything. I understand you may have your own reasons for taking this job...but I want you to know-"

Sophia’s fingers tightened slightly against the surface beneath her.

"Denzel, please," she replied softly. "I really don’t want to talk about it."

’Same wall response... she’s not letting me in... fucking bitch.’

Denzel’s gaze sharpened for a fraction of a second, though his tone never shifted from gentle.

’ she’s just making this harder than it needs to be.’

But just as quickly, that edge disappeared. He smiled again....soft, composed, almost reassuring.

"Alright, Sophia. That’s fine."

He took another step closer, closing the distance between them.

"Just lie there. Relax... and yield to the pleasure."

He had muttered those words with full intent and the moment the words left his mouth—

[Ding.]

A sharp system chime cut through the silence.

[Skill Activation Phrase Detected]

[Skill is now active.]

"What? Did you say something?" Sophia muttered, slightly confused but Denzel didn’t waste any second at this point.

"Me? No...Not that I recall though."

With that, his hand stretched gently, until finally, it rested on her shoulder as he gave it a gentle squeeze.

Right as he did this, her mouth instantly opened, tearing wide as soft moans came out.

Oh, oh

She moaned, her body slightly trembling, as Denzel stared at her, feeling a sense of accomplishment as he watched her cower in pleausre.

’Don’t worry, it’s just a matter of time... before I show you why you should never stand up to your master, you bad, bad bitch.’

As he thought this, he stretched out his other hand, grabbing one of the oil bottles as he spilled it all over his hand before resuming his carresses.

Sophia however, remained as she was, mouth agaped as she could do nothing but moan softly with each of his skilled oily touch.

Denzel however continued his plot as he thought inwardly.

’ I have five minutes to use this skill. That is five minutes to completely destroy this bitch, so she understands she has no right to step up to me. ’

As he thought this, he smiled as he muttered to her, "Don’t worry dear sister... everything is gonna be all right." He muttered to her as he gently began to run his hand against her shoulder, her lips parting as more and more, as his movements gradually progressed to be more forward.

She cried out as much as she could into her shut lips, holding it in ad much as she could.

Denzel could see this, her eyes tightly shut as she covered her mouth with her palm.

But Denzel saw this as nothing more than an opportunity. You see, he wasn’t a simp, he wasn’t going to give her a normal massage, as they had all expected.

Right then, one of Denzel’s hands began to move while the other remained on her shoulder, caressing her sensually whilst he worked towards his true intentions-

His other hand moved, beginning to travel down to the supple curve of her fat ass...in a move to begin his taboo sin with Sophia.