«Quite unexpectedly, Saki was visited by such a misfortune. The young employee pushed open her door, freezing at the sight: his powerful CEO, bound and gagged, the red bikini a scandalous contrast to her predicament. Her chest heaved with each muffled cry, the ropes accentuating the swell of her breasts, her thighs quivering against the chair’s leather. He blinked, assuming this was some bizarre corporate display, and stammered, “Saki-sama, the meeting—come to the boardroom.” Her eyes flashed with fury, her head shaking as she tried to speak, the gag turning her words into erotic moans. She gestured frantically with her bound hands, pleading for release, but he hesitated, his fingers brushing the knots, unsure whether to untie her or marvel at her vulnerability.

The knots held firm, or perhaps he lacked the will to free her, his gaze lingering on the way the bikini hugged her curves. “It’s part of the presentation, isn’t it?” he muttered, misreading her distress. The meeting loomed, and with a shrug, he wheeled her chair toward the boardroom, the wheels rolling over the carpet with a rhythmic thud. Her body rocked slightly, the ropes tightening with each turn, her muffled protests growing desperate. As they entered, the room fell silent, then erupted in gasps and stifled laughter. Her employees—men and women in suits—circled her, their eyes devouring the sight of their once-imposing leader, now a bound spectacle. One leaned close, his breath warm on her neck, while another traced a finger along the bikini’s edge, their amusement fueling her humiliation.»