The elevator doors slid open and Jezebelle stepped into the hallway of the 99th floor.

Wow...

It was very different from what she was used to seeing every day. On her floor, the doors to rooms were located in a small hallway, and some parts of the ceilings and walls weren't even finished. Here, the word "hallway" wasn't nearly sufficient.

She stood atop what could almost be described as a balcony. Jezebelle approached the railing and looked over the massive room. It was almost as big as a central plaza of an indoor mall. There was a koi pond, a swimming pool, a library, several restaurants, and even a random grand piano.

This... this is one floor?

Random amenities were scattered throughout the "floor". If you wanted to, you could probably spend your entire life on the 99th floor without leaving...

What is all this stuff made of?

The walls looked like wood, but something on this level couldn't be ordinary. The décor was lavish but not ostentatious. The smooth, striped wood gave the entire floor a clean, sleek look. The 99th floor oxymoronically looked like a waste of space yet efficient at the same time.

Um... now what?

Not just the main area, the entire floor could likely rival a shopping mall... Fortunately, there was a directory a couple of meters to her right.

Jezebelle swiped through the touch-screen directory, and after a bit of a headache, finally found room 9999... Collem's room.

She glanced at the time - 12:55! She only had five minutes to sprint all the way to the other side? Fortunately, there was a transportation service akin to a trolley, and it was much faster than sprinting. But the trolley couldn't send her all the way to a specific room, so she sprinted as fast as her small legs could take her.

After nearly crashing into several walls, she reached the room she was looking for while gasping for air.

The double doors were extremely tall, probably coming in at around 10 meters high. In the center of each, where most people could easily reach, was an old-fashioned metal knocker.

As a girl who was 150 cm tall, she didn't have trouble reaching it, but accessing it was a bit uncomfortable, especially due to its weight.

"Nnnnnnnn..."

After raising the knocker as high as she could, she let it go.

*BANG*

Jezebelle jumped.

An unearthly sound resonated throughout the floor. It was far, far louder than she expected it to be.

But not even five seconds later, the massive double doors opened slowly and silently. And it revealed...

A face with flawless skin.

Luscious dreadlock-esque braids of hair.

Crimson eyes.

A caramel, heavily tanned six-pack and toned muscles on the rest of his body.

Much of it was revealed due to the fact he was wearing a golden bathrobe...

"You're here."

His voice was equally as smooth, and Jezebelle felt blood rush to her cheeks.

Aaaawawaaaawa what should I say?

If this were a cartoon, steam would be bursting from her ears. She was rooted in place.

The corner of Collem's mouth twisted upwards in a half smile.

"I guess you're not used to this, then?" he said as he extended his hand towards her.

Not really having any other choice, Jezebelle took Collem's hand. She couldn't help but notice how different they were from her own.

Hers were extremely fair. His was quite tanned.

Hers were tiny in comparison to his - her entire hand was only slightly larger than his palms.

His grip was firm, but not too tight. And they were softer than she expected...

As Collem dragged her inside, she couldn't help but look around the fabled room 9999. The ceiling extended so far upwards that she had to tilt her head back all the way to even catch a glimpse of it.

A stained-glass chandelier refracted incoming sunlight in crazy ways... sections of the room were dyed in various colors.

The floor they stood on was made of white marble, but Collem took her off to the side and a gray polka-dotted carpet caressed her feet. The floors, as well as everything else, were spotless (even the polka dots).

He sat down on a couch that was lined with very fine furs of chromatic colors. Their colors shifted depending on the angle giving is a somewhat trippy feel. Green, purple, black, and several other mellow colors in between... somehow, it wasn't gaudy. It, like everything else in the place, was far larger than it needed to be. The "sittable" space on this couch already far exceeded a king-size bed. It was even adorned with pillows and blankets

Collem sat down and patted the space next to him.

Jezebelle, this entire time, hadn't made much movement of her own discretion. Collem had dragged her around as she was still starstruck by the entire situation. But now, she had to make a decision on her own.

She nervously gulped.

I didn't come all this way for nothing!

It was far too late to back out now.

With timid baby steps, Jezebelle reached Collem's side and sat down. With her face still red, she stiffly put her hands in her lap and looked at the ground.

Collem chuckled causing Jezebelle to flinch.

"It's not a mystery - you're inexperienced, aren't you?" he asked.

"Uh... Um..."

"It's alright," Collem said as he placed his large hand on her shoulder. Jezebelle expected herself to squirm anxiously at his touch, but for some reason, the warmth from his hand soothingly spread through her entire body. For the first time today, she managed to truly relax. Her breath slowed a bit, but her heart still raced fervently. She finally gathered the courage to look at him in the face.

"Just follow my lead, alright?" he said as he smiled sweetly.

Jezebelle silently nodded.

Collem's muscular arms slowly reached out towards her, but she quickly stopped him.

"I- I'll do it myself..."

There were no thoughts remaining in her head, only a void of embarrassment and excitement. She squeezed her eyes shut as she stripped off her top and clumsily unfastened her bra.

Her heartbeat pulsed in her ears at an unprecedented speed as her chest was freed from its clutches. There shouldn't have been any wind inside, but a cool breeze briefly swirled around her twin peaks.

Jezebelle, whose eyes were already tightly shut, buried her face in her hands.

I... This might be too much for me...

Her head swam in a sea of discomfort, but a warm embrace immediately washed it all away.

"Ah..."

She opened her eyes to find herself up against a pair of very toned pecs. She quickly realized he'd already stripped down. Her gaze traveled downwards and...

It's... smaller than I expected...

A moment of disappointment flashed in her mind, but she quickly shook it away. In truth, it was likely around 6 inches, which made it slightly larger than average. However, she couldn't help the fantasies running rampant through her thoughts.

Though she had toyed with several replicas in the past, it was her first time seeing the real thing.

The hospital doesn't count. Also.. wait. The size of my toys don't make me a degenerate, do they? Hahaha.......

She expected the action to start right away, but that only highlighted her inexperience. Without a "warmup", how could they "play"?

The passion had to build slowly.

Collum's firm hands gently grabbed her shoulder and chin, as if to say, "look at this cute little thing". It wasn't too lewd of an action in and of itself, but the crimson eyes that drew closer and closer began burning her up.

It was almost too much. She closed her eyes in an attempt to calm down. But was this actually a mistake?

With one of her senses missing, the others became heightened. When a foreign sensation struck her lips, it was all the more electrifying.

She didn't know lips could be so sensitive.

It should be obvious, but... It feels so different when someone else is touching...

Maybe because she was ticklish, but she'd try to tickle herself several times in an attempt to replicate the feeling of someone else doing it to her. But it never worked.

Now, a spark that she never knew existed ignited within her mind.

The touch was the spark, and her latent desire was the kindling.

Half-voluntarily, as if she were drunk, Jezebelle's lips latched onto Collem's.

For a split second, he froze. Perhaps it was because he was surprised that such a shy girl took the initiative to continue. But this only ignited the flames further.

Faster than either of them anticipated, the tentative touches evolved into something more playful, and the playful evolved into something almost aggressive.

When something's too bright, your sight is overwhelmed.

When something's too loud, it's your hearing.

These senses on overload prevent the others from working at full capacity.

Right now, the flames of passion burned brightly enough to melt everything else away.

The music of two bodies was harmonious enough to drown out all else.

Not only the lips, but her chest, arms, stomach, thighs... All sections of the choir sang a deafening, enchanting hymn.

After an indeterminate amount of time, the two's lips separated. A clear strand thinner than a spider's silk glistened brightly between them.

Both of their hearts beat violently, but they didn't yet beat as one.

For true unity, one more step was required.

"Are you ready?" Collem said with his forehead pressed against hers. His steamy breath danced across her face.

Shyly, she nodded. Her upper lips were stimulated, but her lower ones still longed for attention as they drooled with hunger.

But as the final pieces of the puzzle strove to connect, Jezebelle's mind went into overdrive again.

After this, a certain part of my identity will be lost. Am I really ready? No, calm down... I've already come this far, it's way too late to back out now... I... this is it... Should I close my eyes again? Should I leave them open?

Their coalescence was nigh.

Ah... Here it comes...

Despite attempting to resolve herself, she instinctively squeezed her eyes shut again. What sort of sensation was she expecting? Even she wasn't sure. But she was expecting to feel something... anything... down there.

But it never happened.

Instead...

*BANG*

Her eyes flew open.

An explosion many times louder than Jezebelle's previous knock on the door echoed through the large suite.

Vast quantities of pulverized materials clouded the doorway in a thick smoke.

It immediately drowned out the bodily chorus, instantly extinguishing the passionate flames.

A new type of adrenaline ran through her - not one of excitement, but one of fear.

Collem seized up.

He whirled around in an attempt to find the cause of this ruckus.

"Who is it?? I'll kill you!"

A Jenga tower was on the brink of reaching new heights, yet someone mercilessly toppled it over. He trembled as an unbridled rage flowed through his veins.

Jezebelle scurried backwards in fear as she noticed the ferocity in his eyes.

This... He's not joking.

Being the heir of one of the most powerful companies on the planet came with the abilities to... bend the law in some cases. If they wanted someone dead, they would only need a couple of words.

But Collem didn't need to speak any further. The source of the trouble... Or rather, what Jezebelle assumed to be the trouble, showed itself.

"Woooow... This place is so pointlessly tacky," a woman's voice said as a figure emerged from a fog.

The first to be clearly visible were the legs. Tanned and toned, they shone despite being encompassed in fog, almost like they were lighting themselves up.

Next was... Or rather were... the two mounds on her chest.

Jezebelle's jaw dropped.

The newcomer was only slightly taller than her, but... each of these mounds were more like mountains instead. Each was easily larger than her head. Were they almost... twice the size of her head? Yet they appeared firm and perky as if they defied gravity.

The next few defining features arose.

Her jet-black hair was done in somewhat of a longer-than-normal bob cut. Her eyelashes were long, but it was obvious they were still natural. Despite her eyes being brown, they gleamed smartly along with the rest of her body.

Her eyes were large and her facial features were small and cute  - Jezebelle was sure any who saw it would be overcome with a desire to protect.

But when the final defining feature revealed itself, all the assumptions she was building up about this person shattered.

Between her two legs was... for lack of  a better euphemism... a third one.

It had to be fake.

The chest... maybe that was still real. Maybe.

But this?

It was clearly swinging around at minimum blood capacity, yet it was already down to her knees.

Even in this state, it was larger than any she'd seen... even in fictional media. There was no way another human existed with these proportions.

As a generally pure girl, Jezebelle had no idea what sorts of kinks people divulged themselves in online. But to her knowledge, this... body... in front of her was beyond a normal person's comprehension.

And the two... orbs... right behind the shaft... were probably even larger than grapefruits.

Jezebelle had smaller hands than average, so she wasn't even sure if she could get her hand around even one of them...

If Collem's nude figure had made her flushed, this one almost made her pass out on the spot.

During all this, Collem clearly noticed everything.

The thing in front of him was clearly an impossibility, yet his pride as a man wasn't something he could fully control. So when he noticed his girl's eyes travel to a specific location... His thinly bottled rage exploded.

"You-! You... Who are you? Leave. Now! Or I'll kill you! I'll fuc-"

Before he could finish speaking, the... "woman"... disappeared for a brief moment only to reappear right in front of him. And what happened next was straight from a movie.

After almost teleporting, she(?) shot out her arm and grasped Collem's throat with a single hand. This scene was common in fiction - a strong character choking and lifting a weaker one with a single arm.

But the scene in front of her now... Well... it may as well have been fiction.

Collem was a tall man. He wasn't overly muscular, but he was toned enough for his important muscle groups to be very, very visible. He shouldn't have been weak.

Even though this woman(?) wasn't weak-looking herself, her muscles weren't nearly as defined as Collem's. On top of this, she was over a head shorter than him. Yet, in this contest of strength, the only loser was common sense.

Collem flailed futilely in this woman's(?) iron grasp. No matter what he did, his attacker didn't flinch in the slightest. From Jezebelle's perspective, it was almost comical. It almost looked like a kid punching a brick wall.

After a few seconds, the woman(?) let go and Collem collapsed to the ground while grasping at his neck in pain. He gasped for air and opened his mouth... but no sound came out.

He tried again... only to look like a fish out of water. Horror and panic kicked in as he realized his vocal chords were completely crippled.

Jezebelle huddled behind the nearest blanket and shivered in fear. Previously, she was at Collem's complete mercy, but at least he'd been treating her fine.

This person... What would they do to her?

But what she said next was so unexpected that Jezebelle almost fainted on the spot.

The woman(?) clapped her hands together in an exaggerated manner as if she was removing excessive amounts of dust from them. And with her hands on her hips... she confidently said...

"No swearing!"