Angela, a member of an assassin organization, was currently in the middle of seducing her target.

The man lay n*ked on the bed, and I—now inhabiting the character called “Angela”—had climbed on top of him, moments away from making my move.

I’d done everything imaginable to seduce him. As a result, I’d successfully gotten myself invited to his home and made it all the way to his bed.

Now all I had to do was make him my captive and extract what I needed. Mission complete.

The target was the game’s final boss, a character famous for having zero interest in women. He’d been an absolute fortress—I’d put in countless efforts trying to seduce him up until now.

But today, all of that would finally end.

Successfully getting into his bedroom meant he’d opened his heart to me to some degree. Which meant the peak of success was right before my eyes.

I planned to manipulate the villain into revealing the location of that item. I’d touch his p*nis and pamper him, and once he got worked up, he’d spill everything on his own.

When I stripped off the man’s pants, his p*nis sprang out from where it had been hidden. I’d never seen one bigger than this before, so just looking at it made me gulp. My saliva went down.

I merely flicked his p*nis once with my finger, but I could feel the man’s body trembling.

“Hngh, Angela… P-please stop.”

The innocent man’s reaction brought a satisfied smile to my face.

“Leave it to me. I’ll take care of everything.”

I wonder what it tastes like.

I grasped the man’s member with my hand. I could feel its substantial weight. I’d expected it to be hard and bumpy, but the texture was different from what I’d imagined. It was soft and smooth.

Still holding his p*nis, I lightly traced along it.

“Ah, you can’t.”

Given the difference in strength, the man could easily push me away. But he didn’t. I boldly kneaded his fully er*ect p*nis.

“Aah, you can’t. Please.”

Gasping for breath, the man pleaded with me.

His earlobes and neck flushed red like heated metal. Through his disheveled hair, I could see tears pooling in his eyes.

Can’t do what, exactly?

Even if the man came, I had no intention of letting him go.

I’d worked hard to get to his bedroom, hadn’t I? There was no guarantee I’d get another opportunity like today. So I was determined to make him my captive today, no matter what.

“Ah, stop. Hngh!”

The man, coming undone, flailed about and ended up pressing some kind of switch.

At that moment, the ceiling split open in half, revealing what had been hidden inside. Wondering what on earth was happening, I looked up and froze in place. Because painted on the ceiling was a massive portrait depicting Angela’s face.

It wasn’t just any portrait. It was more radiant and vibrant than Angela’s actual appearance. It looked like someone had captured a beloved existence within the painting.

What the h*ll is this situation? Why is there a picture of Angela on the ceiling?!

The target I was supposed to seduce was a man rumored to have no interest in women. I’d thought I’d barely managed to hook him, but what the h*ll was going on? Why the h*ll is Angela’s portrait painted up there?!

In my confusion, I couldn’t utter a single word.