Forced Pearl Tasting in Break Room - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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"Don't worry, Jessica. Once you finish a hundred pearls, you're free to go!"
Ryan grinned, holding out a massive box overflowing with boba pearls.
A hundred pearls—enough to fill half a bucket!
"No! I don't want bubble tea, and I definitely don't want those pearls. Just let me go, Ryan. Please."
By now, my head was clear, and I was shaking it violently. No way was I drinking that tea—or swallowing a single one of those chewy little spheres.
I'd always thought Ryan was a decent guy. Sure, he used to sneak me extra pearls sometimes, but I never pegged him for a total creep.
And now he wanted to use that place—
Panic and rage surged through me as I thrashed against his grip.
Did he think I was some kind of… bad girl? Was this his twisted idea of punishment?
"You can't do this! It's illegal! The second I get out of here, I'm calling the cops. They'll shut your shop down and haul you off in handcuffs, you freak!"
I screamed like a banshee, but Ryan didn't even flinch.
Okay, fine—maybe my cravings were a little stronger than other girls my age. But I'd never even had a boyfriend! How dare he treat me like this?
Tears streamed down my face as my body trembled.
Then—Ryan laughed.
"Jessica," he said, amused, "what exactly do you think is happening here?"
His question caught me off guard.
"It's just a taste test. Why are you freaking out?"
Before I could answer, he popped a glossy black pearl into my mouth.
"Chew slowly. Really experience it."
His voice was calm, professional—but his eyes still held that unsettling warmth.
Wait… had I completely misread this?
Was he seriously just making me sample boba?
"How's the first one?"
"It's… fine. Smooth, a little firm, but chewy—"
Mid-sentence, I noticed him scribbling my exact words onto a notepad.
He fed me another pearl.
Then he set the notepad beside me. "Take your time. Describe every detail—texture, flavor, everything."
He was dead serious. This was just a taste test!
White-hot fury burned through me.
"Ryan! What kind of psycho makes someone eat a hundred pearls? You're a monster!"
"You promised to satisfy me, remember?"
He smirked and kept feeding me—one pearl after another.
By the time I hit a hundred, I'd filled the entire notepad with flavor notes.
Finally, he let me go.
"Why did you have to restrain me just to critique boba? Couldn't I have eaten them like a normal person?"
"Restraint sharpens focus. Tension heightens the senses."
"You're disgusting," I spat.
Instead of offended, he just grinned wider. "Isn't that the appeal? Bad boys get the girls."
I had no comeback for that.
And then—my gaze accidentally dropped.
That very noticeable bulge…
So. He wasn't completely unaffected after all.
Ryan grinned, holding out a massive box overflowing with boba pearls.
A hundred pearls—enough to fill half a bucket!
"No! I don't want bubble tea, and I definitely don't want those pearls. Just let me go, Ryan. Please."
By now, my head was clear, and I was shaking it violently. No way was I drinking that tea—or swallowing a single one of those chewy little spheres.
I'd always thought Ryan was a decent guy. Sure, he used to sneak me extra pearls sometimes, but I never pegged him for a total creep.
And now he wanted to use that place—
Panic and rage surged through me as I thrashed against his grip.
Did he think I was some kind of… bad girl? Was this his twisted idea of punishment?
"You can't do this! It's illegal! The second I get out of here, I'm calling the cops. They'll shut your shop down and haul you off in handcuffs, you freak!"
I screamed like a banshee, but Ryan didn't even flinch.
Okay, fine—maybe my cravings were a little stronger than other girls my age. But I'd never even had a boyfriend! How dare he treat me like this?
Tears streamed down my face as my body trembled.
Then—Ryan laughed.
"Jessica," he said, amused, "what exactly do you think is happening here?"
His question caught me off guard.
"It's just a taste test. Why are you freaking out?"
Before I could answer, he popped a glossy black pearl into my mouth.
"Chew slowly. Really experience it."
His voice was calm, professional—but his eyes still held that unsettling warmth.
Wait… had I completely misread this?
Was he seriously just making me sample boba?
"How's the first one?"
"It's… fine. Smooth, a little firm, but chewy—"
Mid-sentence, I noticed him scribbling my exact words onto a notepad.
He fed me another pearl.
Then he set the notepad beside me. "Take your time. Describe every detail—texture, flavor, everything."
He was dead serious. This was just a taste test!
White-hot fury burned through me.
"Ryan! What kind of psycho makes someone eat a hundred pearls? You're a monster!"
"You promised to satisfy me, remember?"
He smirked and kept feeding me—one pearl after another.
By the time I hit a hundred, I'd filled the entire notepad with flavor notes.
Finally, he let me go.
"Why did you have to restrain me just to critique boba? Couldn't I have eaten them like a normal person?"
"Restraint sharpens focus. Tension heightens the senses."
"You're disgusting," I spat.
Instead of offended, he just grinned wider. "Isn't that the appeal? Bad boys get the girls."
I had no comeback for that.
And then—my gaze accidentally dropped.
That very noticeable bulge…
So. He wasn't completely unaffected after all.
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