The girl's demand for five rounds was simply too outrageous, and Jonas refused.
For one thing, it was already late, and it could affect their work the next day. For another, she wasn't particularly fit. Miss Iris might not know her limits, but Jonas had to know where to draw the line.
Of course, he still made good on what he had promised her. Following the principle of "you're all my wings," Jonas had always made sure to give everyone their fair share of affection.
Provided the girl's demands weren't too outrageous.
Miss Esnie deserved particular criticism here. After her first taste, she had grown increasingly aggressive, to the point where the only word that could describe her now was "succubus"...
If awakening his psionic energy hadn't strengthened Jonas's physique to some extent, she might have drained him dry long ago.
Ahem. Fortunately, Miss Iris's needs hadn't reached that level. Just as Jonas had expected, despite all her bold talk, her actual stamina fell far short of her claims. Forget five rounds-just two were enough to satisfy her.
After a session of intimate, in-depth psionic exchange, Miss Iris fell asleep, thoroughly satisfied.
When she woke, it was already noon the following day. After changing out of her soiled dress, Iris looked at Jonas, her cheeks faintly flushed.
"Try not to stay in the office anymore, if you can help it. Didn't I arrange a place for you to live?"
Jonas rubbed her head with a touch of helplessness. Every time he came looking for her, she was in the company's Network Security Department. It made him look like he was exploiting his employees.
Iris nodded in agreement, then added quietly, as though defending herself:
"I haven't been living in the office... I've just been working on a little something lately."