The Master Programmer-Chapter 100: A Dangerous Game 1

Before she could even say anything, the man had already invited himself in. Emily stepped back her mouth wide as she watched all this and in a short time, Jason had already stepped closed the door behind him with a soft click.

The dim light from her computer monitor bathed the small space in a bluish glow. Looking around, Jason smirked. Well, this girl was a girl with special tastes.

It was just as he had imagined: cluttered with manga volumes, posters of colourful anime characters, and a faint scent of vanilla from a candle burning on her desk. Emily stood in the centre of the room, her face flushed, her hands nervously fidgeting with the hem of her oversized hoodie and loose pants.

Although it was a simple way of dressing, Jason could see just enough and smell just enough to be able to tell what had been going on in this room. And it was something that made his heart rate increase.

"J-Jason," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, "I wasn’t… I wasn’t expecting you. How did you even get in the building?"

Jason turned to her with a sly grin, his piercing gaze holding hers. "A magician never reveals his secrets," he teased, taking a slow step toward her as she took a step backwards like she was some scared deer being chased by a ferocious wolf.

His tone was calm but layered with intrigue, making her pay deep attention to him, leaning into his words. He leaned slightly closer, letting his voice drop just enough to create a sense of intimacy as he got close to her. "But let’s just say I’m here because I couldn’t wait another second to see you."

Emily’s breath hitched, and her cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink. She opened her mouth to respond, but Jason’s lips met hers before she could say a word.

"Mh~!" Emily squealed out as Jason sealed her lips. But she couldn’t go against his gaze, and what she wanted. It was impossible. She ended up falling in line with his wishes.

Jason’s kiss was deliberate, not rushed, as if he were savouring the moment. Her body stiffened at first, but then she melted into him, her hands clutching his blazer as if it were the only thing keeping her grounded.

When he finally pulled back, Emily stood there, her eyes closed, her lips parted, still lost in the sensation. Jason chuckled softly, unbuttoning his blazer and tossing it onto the bed as he settled himself on there as if this was not her room, but his.

Emily opened her eyes when she heard the sound, and seeing him settle on there, her eyes went wide. This was almost exactly the scene she and him had been talking about on the phone, wasn’t it?

"You’re so… unfair, taking my breath away like that…" she mumbled, looking towards the floor and keeping quiet.

He raised an eyebrow, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Unfair?" he asked, his tone playful. "How so?"

Emily crossed her arms, pouting. "You… you just show up out of nowhere, say things like that, and then kiss me like… like…" Her words trailed off as she looked away again, unable to continue scolding him because of her embarrassment.

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Jason gazed at this woman with a smirk. He had already seen the wet spot on the bed. It seemed she was one of those. A squirter. Interesting. He wanted to see it for himself this time.

Jason’s smirk widened. "Like I’ve been thinking about you nonstop?" he finished for her, reaching out to gently take her hand. "Because I have, Emily. And I’m not sorry for it. I want you to know it too… I want you to understand how much I want you, how much I need you."

Her heart skipped a beat at his words, her eyes flickering back to his. Jason layered his confession with a tone of sincerity, emphasizing keywords like "thinking" and "you" to create an emotional connection.

She stood there for a moment before Jason beckoned, and almost as if she was in a trance, she came over. When she was close enough, he pulled even closer, opening his legs for her until she was standing between his knees.

"You’re impossible," she whispered, though there was no real malice in her tone. Instead, there was a hint of affection, maybe even surrender. He was like one of those characters in her manhuas that she loved so much. He was too incredible. She couldn’t run away from him.

"Impossible?" Jason repeated, his hands finding her waist. He pulled her gently onto his lap, his movements confident yet unassuming, not even caring about the wetness of her pants. "I’ll take that as a compliment." Now that she was on his lap, they could play out her fantasy again, couldn’t they?

Perfectly planned.

Emily’s face was now inches from his, her nervousness palpable. "Jason, I…" she began, but the words died in her throat as he leaned in, his nose brushing against hers.

"I missed you," he murmured, his lips barely grazing hers. "And I had to see you. Is that so wrong? Tell me…"

Her resistance crumbled, and this time, she looked into his eyes and kissed him again, with more fervour than she had before. Jason accepted all her excitement, feeding it back to her.

The tension in the room thickened as their passion escalated. Jason’s hands roamed her back, pulling her closer, while Emily’s fingers tangled in his hair. The sound of their breaths mingled. It was a scene full of want and desire. A scene that was just like in her dreams.

But just as Jason’s hands began to slide lower, Emily suddenly pulled back, her face a mix of embarrassment and something else. "Wait," she said, her voice shaky. "I… I’m a mess right now."

Jason tilted his head, his expression softening. She was talking about the wet spot on her pants that she had been badly hiding. But Jason knew something else. This was just the last piece of symbolic resistance. As long as Jason overcame this, she would never fight against him.

"Emily," he said, his voice calm and reassuring. "You’re perfect as you are. There’s nothing to feel embarrassed about."

He smiled, as he reframed her negative thought into a positive one. If he liked her, then what reason did she have to dislike herself? The only opinion she had to consider was not hers, but Jason’s. It was a bit messed up but it worked.

His confidence was contagious, and Emily couldn’t help but relax in his arms, leaning into another kiss.

As things were getting hot and steamy in there, in another place, someone was about to have steam coming out of his ears.

— Meanwhile in the Grayson Apartments Lobby —

Marek, Mousa, and Marcus were standing in front of Thomas Grayson’s door.

"So Jason told you to wait five minutes before calling Mr. Grayson?" Mousa asked, raising an eyebrow. What was this about?

They had heard that Marek had been called outside and they thought it was going to be for something interesting, something that would get them paid, but it was very clear that Jason had some plan he was hatching involving Emily and Thomas.

Jason had sneaked into Emily’s room… and it seemed he wanted to get caught with her for some reason. Did that even make sense? Did he want to cockblock himself?

Marek nodded with the confusion very clear in his expression. "That’s what he said. Wants the old man to catch him red-handed. Says it’ll make him easier to… influence later."

Marcus let out a low whistle. "Man’s got guts. I’ll give him that." He then turned to the boys, "It’s been five minutes. Let’s do it now. He’s our boss and we need to support him, remember?"

They all nodded to each other, and Marek finally knocked on the door, only for the balding man to open it with a frown. "What is it?" he demanded, his tone irritable. But the three had no problems with it. His tone was always irritable to everyone except his daughter.

"Mr. Grayson," Marek began, feigning nervousness. "We… we saw something. Something you need to know about." The other two turned to this guy with interest. What the hell was this? Since when was this fucker such a good actor?

Thomas’s eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about? Did someone steal? Is it some criminals? I thought I told you boys that as long as you take care of the apartments, I will take care of you with any odd jobs I have—"

Taking care of us with odd jobs? That’s what you’ve been doing? You old greedy bastard! Marcus was now realizing just how much he was missing, working for this man who wasn’t really taking any care of him.

Now that he was here, he felt like whatever was about to happen would be the perfect revenge for this man. He felt nothing for him and wished the worst for him.

Luckily, Jason hated the man almost as much as he did.

"It’s Jason," Mousa interjected at that moment. "We saw him go into your daughter’s room."