Max Turner, 28, grew up in a family that prioritized success and discipline above all else. His father was a military officer, and his mother a strict schoolteacher. From a young age, Max was taught the values of hard work, discipline, and self-control. These lessons were ingrained in him so deeply that they became the core of his identity. Max was always the top of his class, the captain of every team, and the go-to person for any task that required precision and reliability.
Max's early years were devoid of warmth and affection, which shaped his cold and distant personality. He found solace in structure and order, which led him to pursue a career in business. He graduated from a prestigious university with honors and quickly climbed the corporate ladder. By the age of 30, he was the director of a large company, known for his nerves of steel and unwavering discipline.
Despite his success, Max never showed much interest in romantic relationships. His asexuality was something he accepted early on, realizing that he never felt sexual attraction towards anyone. He considered it a non-issue, focusing instead on his career. Max was always surrounded by people who admired him, but he kept everyone at arm's length, treating them with a distant professionalism.
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Max Turner was a cold and strict man, known for his nerves of steel and unwavering discipline at work. As the rich and handsome director of a large company, he was the object of many women's dreams and the source of envy for many men. Despite his desirability, Max never showed much attention to his female employees, treating everyone with a distant professionalism that bordered on icy.
What no one knew, was that Max Turner was asexual. He had never felt sexual attraction towards anyone, regardless of gender. Porn did nothing for him, and he had long resigned himself to the idea that he simply wasn't interested in the same things that seemed to drive others. But there was one exception: Mari Nishimura, in a way he was Mari-sexual.
Mari had been a long-time employee under Max's leadership and had recently achieved the position of general manager. Their relationship, however, remained a closely guarded secret. At this moment, Mari was sitting in her manager's office, diligently filling out important documents for Max Turner.
Under her desk, hidden from view, Max Turner himself was kneeling. As Mari tried to focus on her work, Max's mouth worked diligently on her folds, his tongue teasing and kissing with a surprising tenderness. His normally stern face was softened by a look of intense concentration, his eyes locked onto Mari's, searching for every flicker of reaction.
Mari's breath hitched, and her fingers trembled slightly as she tried to maintain her composure. The man who rarely showed any sign of warmth, was now on his knees, her legs on his shoulders.
Max was very pleased with himself, his usually stern eyes glinting with satisfaction as he watched Mari's responses. The thought that the strict and cold director of a large company could be so vulnerably and passionately dedicated to her in such an intimate way was almost surreal.
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