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In My Nasty Boss, Emily White paints a world of sleek glass offices, simmering tension, and the kind of slow-burn attraction that turns irritation into fire. Her illustrated stories pulse with expressive faces, charged gestures, and the intimate electricity that hides beneath everyday routines. In this universe, desire is visual, emotional, and impossible to contain. The title story follows Aisha, who begins her day exhausted by the arrogance of Matthew Morrison—her infuriating, impossible, maddeningly magnetic boss. Her thoughts sharpen like blades, her irritation a spark against steel, until even the sound of her own heartbeat feels loud in those cold corridors. In one striking visual moment, she presses her forehead to the office door, breath fogging the glass, imagining her anger melting into something far more dangerous. When a smile from Fernanda, or a rumor about Beatriz Chaves, hints that the company isn’t all misery, Aisha wonders what really hides beneath Matthew’s harsh exterior—and why her pulse keeps betraying her. A story of rage, attraction, and the thin line between them… waiting to be crossed.
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My Nasty Boss
Sexy Stories for Adults with Erotic Manga Images
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Emily White
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Table of Contents
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Table of Contents
Introduction
My Nasty Boss
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
Thank You!
Introduction
Welcome to a captivating journey where my enthralling stories seamlessly intertwine with enchanting illustrations that redefine the very essence of desire in the world of hentai erotica.
Within the secret pages of these forbidden tales, I invite you to immerse yourself in a fiery universe of unrestrained passion. Every word is a whispered moan, and each illustration is a visual embrace that transforms the realms of fantasy into tangible reality.
This collection is not for the faint of heart. It's a bold manifesto, an invitation urging you to delve into the dark depths of lust, where pleasure is painted with audacious strokes and details that promise to quicken the rhythm of your heart. The illustrations are provocative gateways, guiding you into sensual dimensions where every hidden desire finds its expression without remorse.
Are you ready to plunge into a whirlwind of seduction and temptation, where the pages themselves transform into a stage for your most secret fantasies? Allow yourself to be carried away into a realm where sin transforms into art, and art seamlessly merges harmoniously with the ecstasy of desire.
Lift the cover and prepare for an experience ignited by the flame of passion. This is not just another collection; it's your exclusive ticket to the boldest manifestations of anime eros, written masterfully by me, Emily White.
My Nasty Boss
CHAPTER 1
I roll my eyes as I leave my boss's office
boss's office. The guy is so stupid, so stupid that he needs an assistant and two secretaries, he probably has a nanny to feed him too. And it's not because he likes to give people jobs, it's because he's so much work that one person can't handle the daily stress.
The number of people who resign every day at this company because they can't stand Matthew Morrison must be greater than the population of China. I heard that one of my predecessors resigned and threw hot coffee in his face, so now he only drinks cold coffee brought to him by his assistant or former assistant and close friend, Beatriz Chaves.
If I get fired, I'll throw him through one of the glass walls in his own office and let that bird of prey learn to fly before he hits the ground.
Jerk!
I run my hand over my face and clench my fist, imagining his throat being squeezed between my fingers. It's still nine in the morning and I already feel so exhausted. The urge to quit is overwhelming, but the crisis at home is even greater.
I blow air, banging my forehead against the closed door. What can I do? I've only been here two hours? God. Staying here until seven at night looking at Matthew Morrison's face would be enough to ruin anyone's life. I wonder what the suicide rate is at this company.
Almost recovered from my boss's early morning tantrum because a project wasn't delivered, I walk towards the coffee room. That place is almost paradise, and no one survives here without caffeine.
"Bad day, Aisha?" Fernanda, the secretary-receptionist, asks with a kind smile, sitting behind her desk a few feet from the president's office.
I always wonder how she manages to smile in here. I see so many sad people that I thought it was company policy to be unhappy and have no prospects in life.
"And what day is a good day here?" I reply, throwing the paperwork for our next project on her desk.
"It depends on your perspective." She smiles as she picks up the papers. She smiles. Again. She must have sex before coming to work every day. And it must be really good sex.
Since my first day, she's the only one I've never seen yelling or sad, and she seems to be the one who can handle our boss the best, after Miss Chaves. And she looks to be a little over twenty-six. Too young to have so much patience. I know she's been working here for over four years, started as an intern, is still here today, and has no plans to leave.
Amazing!
Besides being beautiful inside and out. She is black, has very short, curly hair, light brown eyes, is very thin and short, but has a huge heart. In other words, Feh is a wonderful human being, young, beautiful, and intelligent. She should be in Hollywood or on display in a museum, not here. This place doesn't deserve her.
"Where's Miss Chaves?"
"You know Bea hates being called that." "It's company policy. Don't treat your colleagues like friends."
"No one obeys that rule, but Miss Chaves just said she's not coming in today."
Ugh! Every time she's late, I have to spend a week with Matthew Morrison in my ear telling me that this isn't how he likes things done. And of course, talking a lot of nonsense while I work for both of us. I imagine now that she's not coming to the office because she got promoted and transferred to the new branch in New York.
Life is so unfair. How is it that he, who only gives orders, has built an empire, while I, who have been working since I was fifteen, have only managed to get a postgraduate degree to serve cold coffee and take orders. I wanted to be transferred too, I didn't even need a promotion.
"I'll kill myself if I have to put up with everything alone. Only Beatriz gets along with our jerk of a boss. And I can't stand him for long.
When he and I are in the same room, sparks fly and there's a lot of provocation.
"Calm down, honey, you'll get used to him soon and then you'll get along better. You've only been here a year."
"And I already want to quit. How can you guys work here for so many years?
