New Earth, New Yu(ki) [Man to Asian Woman TG] - Part 3

Businessmen like Charles Adley are the reason Earth went wrong, not that he sees it that way. He made his money, and now he is off to New Earth, humanity's first colony in the stars, ready to take the business world by storm. Unfortunately for him, something goes wrong during transit, and instead of waking up in his new cybernetic body, he awakens in the one he had made for his assistant, Yuki. Now a busty Asian woman, Charles must learn how to adapt not only to his new body, but the new ways of thinking on his new planet.

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Part 3

The grand chandelier above the room gleamed with a warm, artificial glow, casting shadows that flickered against the freshly polished wooden floors. Music played softly in the background, not enough to drown out the murmur of voices but just enough to create an atmosphere of elegance. 

The lavish spread of canapés: gold-dusted caviar, truffle-stuffed foie gras, lobster claws dipped in champagne butter, lined every available surface. They had been obscenely expensive given the colony's current state, but it would be worth it. This was my statement, a testament to the life people around me could hope to have if they simply toed the line on how I could throw the best, most extravagant office party, even with the colony half-finished. 

I stood at the centre of it all, resplendent in my tailored suit, a glass of champagne in hand. At first, wearing a suit in this busty body had felt a little strange. Finding a suit vest that fit over my chest comfortably had been a nightmare, but now that I had something perfect, I was actually rather fond of it. Being a woman in a suit felt powerful, and I could see the eyes raking over me as people stepped into the room. The dark fabric paired perfectly with my long, straight hair, smokey eyes and red lipstick.

The towering, glittering decorations were a bit over the top, but they had to be. Everything had to be perfect. This was my attempt to show my employees that their CEO wasn’t some out-of-touch figurehead. When they saw just how much I was willing to spend on them, any naysayers would be silenced. I’d made sure to invite everybody to the office event, even the people from the mailroom and research labs. And though it was below me, I planned on socialising with them all. 

I made my way over to one of the tables with a coy smile, the same one that made Samuel so flustered and sidled up next to one of the men from engineering. 

“Enjoying the food?”

"Quite something," he muttered.

"Quite something?" I frowned, making sure my voice carried. "These canapés alone cost more than most of your yearly salaries. Do you know how hard it is to get truffles on a planet with almost no workforce?" 

I took a sip of my champagne, the sharp bubbles giving me just the confidence I needed.

"But I’ve always prided myself on bringing only the finest to the table."

The engineer and the group surrounding us murmured politely. A few exchanged glances, then quickly looked away as though they didn’t want to make eye contact. I ignored them, adjusting my cufflinks with a flourish. They were young, probably colony-born, they didn't know what the finer things in life even were. 

I spotted Jacob standing off to the side, his hands clasped behind his back as he surveyed the room. He didn’t look impressed at all. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in his stance that felt like...amusement. 

"Jacob!" I called out, making my way over to him. "You’ve got to try these canapés. Some of the riffraff certainly don't know how to enjoy it.”

His eyes met mine, and there was a certain sharpness to them.

“You really have no idea what’s going on here, do you?”

My mouth opened and closed a few times in shock before I flicked my hair over my shoulder with a huff.

“I am getting sick of this New Earth way of talking, that is for certain. Back on Earth, people with my station and wealth were shown respect.”

“Well, here, we value openness and not…what was the term, ass-kissing?”

I snorted.

“Okay, you say that, but it can’t possibly be true. Everybody likes to think they are above all this stuff, but they’re not actually.”

"You’re spending a lot of money for a handful of people, though. And I think most of them are wondering why you decided fancy canapes were more important than funding the cybernetics research you’re famous for." 

"What are you talking about?" I felt my chest tighten. “This is what they deserve. This is what they want: luxury and elegance. It’s not wasteful; it’s... it’s an investment.”

Jacob raised an eyebrow at me. He didn’t look impressed by the extravagance, and it annoyed me more than I cared to admit. 

"Do they really, though? Or is it just that you’re trying to prove something?"

My jaw clenched, and my heart began to pound. 

"Prove something?" I scoffed. "I’m showing them that their hard work has its rewards. Not everyone can throw a party like this in times like these." 

Jacob’s lips twitched ever so slightly.

"Exactly. Most people would rather be given practical rewards. What good are these canapés if the company’s bottom line is being drained in the process? If you were going to throw this sort of money around as a reward, I think most people would prefer it in their paycheque."

Jacob’s words sucked the fun out of the room. I looked around, properly focusing on people’s faces for the first time, and it was clear that they weren’t impressed by my opulence. They quietly whispered amongst themselves, their eyes flicking nervously toward the lavish spread of food and the oversized decorations. I remembered the look of those youngsters when I mentioned the cost of my necklace; their sheer shock. I’d assumed they were jealous, but now I wasn’t so sure. I strained my ears to hear what they were saying without being too obvious. 

"Does he really think this will fix anything? Look at all this waste."

"Money should be going into real investments, not this... circus."

"They say he’s a genius, but I don’t know... this seems like a person who spends recklessly. Can’t be good business sense."

“What do you expect? He’s part of the old guard; they are the reason Earth got so bad in the first place.”

A pit formed in my stomach. I opened my mouth to respond, to defend my actions, but the words caught in my throat. I had no counterargument. Everything I had done tonight was supposed to impress them, to show them my vision, my strength. Instead, it felt like I was falling into a trap of my own making. Jacob, still watching me closely, leaned in ever so slightly. 

"You can’t buy respect, Mr. Sterling. And you can’t fix a sinking ship with glitter." 

I felt my face flush, something unfamiliar gnawing at me. People had always said things like that; that money couldn't buy friendship or respect, but back on Earth, that’s all it had been: words. With enough money, you could buy anything. But here…maybe New Earth wasn’t what I’d been imagining. 

“Do you want my advice?” Jacob said with a coy smile. “If you want their respect, you have to earn it through action.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Getting off your high horse and spending time with those ‘beneath’ you’.” Jacob grinned, offering his hand. “May I have this dance?”

My cheeks flushed bright red, and I instantly felt cool sweat on the back of my neck. The CEO dancing with a secretary? It just wasn't done; secretaries weren't even supposed to be seen, let alone the centre of attention. I swallowed, ignoring the way my body responded to Jacob’s palm closing around mine. I could see eyes on us both, and time seemed to freeze. Call it business sense, but sometimes certain talented people, such as myself, were able to tell a pivotal moment as it was happening. This was one of them: if hard cash wasn't going to work on this planet, I needed to learn how to use soft power.

And that meant taking Jacob’s lead. 

He led me into the middle of the room, and we began to sway together slowly, bodies pressed close. His hand held the small of my back, creasing the back of my suit, but I suddenly didn’t care. I could see approaching nods; people were watching, and for once, there was a look of actual respect in their eyes.

“He’s dancing with his assistant? I didn't think somebody that arrogant would dare.”

“Bold, too, considering he’s actually a guy, I thought a lot of those stuffy men against anything gay?”

“Is it gay if he’s in a woman’s body now?”

I stopped listening; their words were only making my face hotter. But without the whispers to occupy my attention, I had no choice but to realise just how wet I was getting. I didn't want to be turned on by Jacob and his twinkling eyes and handsome smile, but my new body had a mind of its own. Jacob grinned down at me and the difference in our heights became apparent for the first time. I could see it in his eyes; he knew exactly what he was doing to me. 

My nipples started to harden against my will, and I clenched my jaw. I refused to be brought low. How many times had I fantasised about this body, about sleeping with Yuki when we got here and finally feeling the soft skin beneath my fingertips? Oh fuck, it made me so hot. I hadn’t had release in so long as now this man was driving me wild.

H hand brushed lower, fingertips touching the top of the curve of my ass for a second. A shiver ran down my spine. The touch was deliberate, but undeniable. It was only a matter of time before he did something that pushed me over the edge. But even then, I refused to be turned into the horny maiden, too awash with desire to take charge. 

Without waiting for his response, I grabbed Jacob’s wrist and pulled him toward the door. He followed willingly, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. We strode out of the main room and through the offices to the elevator, where I slammed my hands against the button for the top floor. 

“Where are we going, Ms. Adley?” He asked with a knowing smirk.

I fixed him with a hard glare. 

“Somewhere more private, and I am no Ms.”

“Let’s be real, you are now.”

Another shiver down my spine, his smooth voice calling me that did make my pussy clench.

“Fine, you will call me, Ms. Adley…but nothing else and only because I said so. Understood?”

“Yes, Ms. Adley.”

Even on the top floor, there were a handful of people milling about, there was nowhere private. Damn these open-door policies. I led him down a corridor, away from prying eyes, until we reached a small broom closet. I pushed open the door, the musty smell of cleaning supplies assaulting my senses. Jacob raised an eyebrow. 

“Here?”

“Here.”

I pulled him into the small space and then turned to face him, my body mere inches from his, and I could feel the heat radiating from his skin.

“Did I finally tease you too much?” Jacob chuckled, and I bristled. 

“Perhaps. But I make the rules, Jacob. And I decide when and where we play.”

His eyes lit up with excitement, and he nodded.

“And what are we going to play, Ms. Adley?”

I stepped closer, my body pressing against his, and he groaned softly, his hands moving to my hips, pulling me even closer. His hands slid up my body, his fingers tracing the curves of my waist before moving to the buttons of my blouse. With deft fingers, he undid each one, exposing the lacy black bra beneath. I shivered at his touch, my breath coming in short gasps as he explored my body. 

“You're so beautiful, Ms. Adley.”

I arched my back, trying to hold back as my hands moved to his hair, urging him closer. He pulled back slightly, his eyes burning with desire.

“I need to hear you say it. I need to know you want this as much as I do.”

Fuck. I refused to let this man take the last of my pride. His hands tightened on my hips, and he growled, a primal sound that sent a rush of heat between my thighs.

“I-I…want you, Jacob. I want to fuck you.”

“You want to fuck me? Not the other way around?”

“Oh yes.”

With that, he lifted me onto the narrow counter, my legs wrapping around his waist, my skirt riding up to expose my bare thighs. I could feel the bulge in his jeans pressing against my core, and I moaned, eager for his touch.

He kissed me then, his lips claiming mine in a fierce, passionate dance. His tongue invaded my mouth, exploring and demanding, and I responded in kind, our mouths moving in perfect sync. His hands roamed my body, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples through the lace, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. It was a battle for dominance, neither one of us wanting to give in. 

Clothing was ripped off, my jacket fell to the floor, then my blouse and Jacob’s trousers came next. At some point, my stockings wound up hanging from one ankle as he pressed me into the wall. I gripped his hips hard and somehow, despite my now petite frame, switched out positions and nipped at Jacob’s through, hand reaching down to press against the head of his cock in a way I knew drove men wild from personal experience. 

“This is no longer a game,” I whispered. “Once I start, I won't stop until you're begging for release.”

“Fuck, take me, Ms. Adley. Show me who's in control!”

“Not yet, I want you to finger me.”

I felt his fingers trace my folds, teasing, before he slid a finger inside me, eliciting a moan from my lips as I pumped his cock in kind. 

“More!” I demanded

Jacob obliged, adding another finger, stretching me, filling me, his thumb circling my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I bucked against his hand, my hips moving in a desperate rhythm, seeking release. I stopped my pumping and instead held fast to his cock. 

“H-harder! Come on, I won't let you cum till you make me see stars!”

He increased the pace, his fingers working me relentlessly, his thumb pressing against my clit, sending me closer and closer to the edge. It felt so overwhelming, but I refused to moan his name like my tongue wanted to. 

“A-alright, you’ve earned y-your reward.” I stammered, right on the edge. “I’ll fuck you now.”

Jacob withdrew his fingers and I forced him back onto a small shelf so he was sitting. For a second, I stood over him, half naked and panting, before slowly crawling into his lap and mounting his cock. For a moment, I hesitated, reeling from the realisation I was about to fuck my assistant, my male assistant. But then my pussy quivered with need, and I no longer cared. I slid down to engulf him in one smooth motion, and the breath shot out of my lungs. I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as I centred myself. It was like no pleasure I’d ever felt before. 

“Oh, Ms. Adley, you feel so good! So tight, so wet, squeezing me like a vice-!”

I moaned and rose up before falling down again. The confined space of the closet only added to the intensity, our bodies pressed together, sweat mingling as we moved as one. He bucked up to meet me, but I held him in place, squeezing him tight with my inner walls. His cock hit my sweet spot with each stroke, and I found myself speeding up. 

“That's it, Ms. Adley, come for me. Let me feel you climax around my cock…”

His words were like a trigger, sending me over the edge. I cried out, my body convulsing around him, my nails digging into his flesh as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He continued to buck until, a moment later, I felt him shudder inside me. 

I was left gasping, my sharp nails digging into his shoulder as I came to grips with what I’d just done. After a moment, I leaned back to stare at his face in the gloom. Even with the low light, I could still make out his expression: utter bliss.

A sense of power coiled inside me, and I smiled, leaning in close to press my tits against his chest again and watching as Jacob’s pupils dilated in response. Maybe money wasn't my source of power anymore, just like in that board room; it was this body. A few more trysts like this and Jacob would be my loyal dog. That was well worth more of those delicious orgasms. I pressed a nail against his cheek and kissed him deeply. Finally, my future here and the way forward was clear. 

“Now, if you’re a good boy, I’ll do that again,” I whispered. “But only if you keep it our little secret.”

Jacob nodded.

“Yes, Ms. Adley.”

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This is the end for now, I like the idea that the story could continue, but if it ends here, we have a future in mind for Miss Adley.