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Chapter 116 - The Server Room
Gowtham reached the office on Sunday morning with dark circles under his eyes and a storm in his chest. The moment he stepped out of the lift, his gaze locked onto the parking area.
Rahul’s sleek Sedan was already parked. Varsha was stepping out of it, laughing at something Rahul said. She was wearing a new crisp white shirt and a fitted black skirt — clearly expensive, clearly a gift. The outfit hugged her curves perfectly, the top two buttons left deliberately open to show a tempting hint of cleavage and the black lace bra beneath.
Gowtham’s jaw clenched so hard it hurt. He already bought her clothes?
Their flirtation had leveled up dangerously.
Throughout the morning, with only the three of them in the office, Rahul became bolder. He openly complimented Varsha’s figure, leaned in too close while explaining the tender modules, his breath brushing her ear. Once he even brushed his hand along her lower back, fingers grazing the curve of her ass. Varsha played along perfectly — smiling, touching his arm, laughing at his jokes, occasionally biting her lower lip in that seductive way that made Gowtham’s blood boil.
By lunch, it became unbearable.
Rahul and Varsha sat together in the pantry, trays side by side, their chairs pulled so close their knees touched. Gowtham, who usually ate alone, found himself unable to look away. Rahul’s hand rested on his own thigh, slowly rubbing over the growing bulge in his pants while whispering something filthy to her. Varsha’s cheeks flushed pink, but she didn’t stop him. Instead, she leaned in closer, her full breasts pressing against the table edge, whispering back, their faces inches apart.
Gowtham’s blood boiled.
The sight of Rahul’s hand stroking himself under the table while Varsha watched made his stomach twist with rage and unwanted heat.
By 5:30 PM, he lost all patience.
He grabbed Varsha’s wrist near the restroom corridor and pulled her into a corner, voice low and venomous.
“You slut,” he hissed. “Just in two days and you’ve already found someone else? What the fuck is your game?”
Varsha didn’t flinch. She looked straight into his eyes, calm and composed.
“You’ll see soon enough,” she whispered, her breath warm against his lips.
At 6:30 PM, the laughter between Rahul and Varsha suddenly stopped.
Gowtham watched from his cabin as Rahul stood up first and walked toward the restricted server room. A minute later, Varsha followed, her hips swaying with every step. Before she closed the heavy door behind her, she glanced toward Gowtham’s cabin and threw a small crumpled paper in his direction.
It landed near his desk.
Gowtham picked it up with trembling hands.
On it was written:
Server Room Password: V@ct1v8#97
ID: RAHUL_BACKUP
You have only 15 minutes. Break open the door before 15 mins and stop it.
His mind went blank for a second. Then adrenaline kicked in.
He rushed to Rahul’s cabin, logged into the system using the ID, and quickly traced the files. His heart sank.
Inside the dimly lit server room, the moment the door clicked shut, Rahul’s hunger exploded.
He grabbed Varsha by the waist and pushed her back against the server table, his mouth crashing onto hers in a desperate, sloppy kiss. His hands roamed greedily over her body, squeezing her breasts through her shirt and bra, pinching her nipples until they hardened visibly against the fabric.
“Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this all day,” he growled against her lips, grinding his already hard cock against her thigh. “You’ve been teasing me since morning… that smile, that ass in this skirt…”
Varsha let him kiss her for a few seconds, her hands on his chest, but she didn’t fully melt into him. She pulled back slightly, breathing heavily, her lips glistening.
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“Slow down, Sir,” she whispered teasingly, her voice low and seductive. “We have time… but not that much.”
Rahul didn’t listen. He yanked her shirt open, exposing her black lace bra. He buried his face between her breasts, kissing and sucking the soft flesh over the cups, his hands frantically squeezing and fondling her heavy breasts through the bra. He tried to pull her closer, grinding his erection against her, desperate to feel more.
Varsha gasped, arching her back, but her eyes remained sharp and controlled. She let him devour her breasts for a moment, then gently pushed him back.
“Sit on the table,” she ordered softly.
Rahul obeyed instantly, sitting on the edge, his cock straining painfully against his pants. Varsha stepped between his legs, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and then his belt. She pulled his pants and boxers down in one motion, freeing his thick, throbbing cock. It sprang up, heavy and leaking, veins pulsing.
Varsha wrapped her fingers around the base and gave it one long, slow stroke from root to tip, her thumb circling the swollen head, spreading the precum.
Rahul groaned loudly, head falling back. “Fuck… Varsha… please…”
She stroked him deliberately, torturously slow, never letting him build real rhythm. Every time he tried to thrust into her fist, she loosened her grip or pulled back, keeping him on the edge.
Rahul grabbed her breasts again, squeezing them hard through the bra, pinching her nipples. He tried to pull her closer for another deep kiss, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth while his hands roamed down to squeeze her ass.
But Varsha controlled the pace masterfully. She turned her face slightly, letting him kiss only her neck and jaw, while her hand continued its maddening, teasing strokes on his cock.
“Darling, I want to fuck you so bad,” he panted, voice hoarse. “Bend over the table… let me take you from behind…”
Varsha smiled against his neck, her hand tightening around his shaft for a second before slowing down again.
“Not yet,” she whispered. “I want to feel how much you want me first…”
She kept stroking him — long, firm, torturous strokes — her thumb constantly teasing the sensitive underside of his head. Rahul’s thighs trembled, his cock leaking profusely in her hand as he begged.
Meanwhile at the Rahul cabin..
Gowtham figured out, it was all there — the complete tender quotes, pricing strategies, and internal calculations had been sent to their biggest competitor through a dummy email account. Rahul was the leak.
The cars, rich lifestyle all matches now, even a 10% Commission would land him crores.
Ten minutes had already passed.
He Realised Varsha needs him.
Gowtham sprinted toward the server room.
He knew there was no CCTV inside.
His hands shook as he punched in the password.
The door clicked open.
What he saw inside stopped him cold.
Rahul: “Please… Varsha… I can’t take it anymore…”
Gowtham stood there, breathing hard, eyes wide.
Rahul’s head snapped up in panic. “Varsha — he saw us!”
Varsha turned her head slowly toward Gowtham. Her hand was still wrapped around Rahul’s throbbing, leaking cock, giving it one final, deliberate stroke right in front of him. Her full breasts heaved in her bra, nipples hard and visible. She looked straight into Gowtham’s eyes — calm, calculated, and strangely victorious.
A small, satisfied smile played on her lips.
Gowtham reached the office on Sunday morning with dark circles under his eyes and a storm in his chest. The moment he stepped out of the lift, his gaze locked onto the parking area.
Rahul’s sleek Sedan was already parked. Varsha was stepping out of it, laughing at something Rahul said. She was wearing a new crisp white shirt and a fitted black skirt — clearly expensive, clearly a gift. The outfit hugged her curves perfectly, the top two buttons left deliberately open to show a tempting hint of cleavage and the black lace bra beneath.
Gowtham’s jaw clenched so hard it hurt. He already bought her clothes?
Their flirtation had leveled up dangerously.
Throughout the morning, with only the three of them in the office, Rahul became bolder. He openly complimented Varsha’s figure, leaned in too close while explaining the tender modules, his breath brushing her ear. Once he even brushed his hand along her lower back, fingers grazing the curve of her ass. Varsha played along perfectly — smiling, touching his arm, laughing at his jokes, occasionally biting her lower lip in that seductive way that made Gowtham’s blood boil.
By lunch, it became unbearable.
Rahul and Varsha sat together in the pantry, trays side by side, their chairs pulled so close their knees touched. Gowtham, who usually ate alone, found himself unable to look away. Rahul’s hand rested on his own thigh, slowly rubbing over the growing bulge in his pants while whispering something filthy to her. Varsha’s cheeks flushed pink, but she didn’t stop him. Instead, she leaned in closer, her full breasts pressing against the table edge, whispering back, their faces inches apart.
Gowtham’s blood boiled.
The sight of Rahul’s hand stroking himself under the table while Varsha watched made his stomach twist with rage and unwanted heat.
By 5:30 PM, he lost all patience.
He grabbed Varsha’s wrist near the restroom corridor and pulled her into a corner, voice low and venomous.
“You slut,” he hissed. “Just in two days and you’ve already found someone else? What the fuck is your game?”
Varsha didn’t flinch. She looked straight into his eyes, calm and composed.
“You’ll see soon enough,” she whispered, her breath warm against his lips.
At 6:30 PM, the laughter between Rahul and Varsha suddenly stopped.
Gowtham watched from his cabin as Rahul stood up first and walked toward the restricted server room. A minute later, Varsha followed, her hips swaying with every step. Before she closed the heavy door behind her, she glanced toward Gowtham’s cabin and threw a small crumpled paper in his direction.
It landed near his desk.
Gowtham picked it up with trembling hands.
On it was written:
Server Room Password: V@ct1v8#97
ID: RAHUL_BACKUP
You have only 15 minutes. Break open the door before 15 mins and stop it.
His mind went blank for a second. Then adrenaline kicked in.
He rushed to Rahul’s cabin, logged into the system using the ID, and quickly traced the files. His heart sank.
Inside the dimly lit server room, the moment the door clicked shut, Rahul’s hunger exploded.
He grabbed Varsha by the waist and pushed her back against the server table, his mouth crashing onto hers in a desperate, sloppy kiss. His hands roamed greedily over her body, squeezing her breasts through her shirt and bra, pinching her nipples until they hardened visibly against the fabric.
“Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this all day,” he growled against her lips, grinding his already hard cock against her thigh. “You’ve been teasing me since morning… that smile, that ass in this skirt…”
Varsha let him kiss her for a few seconds, her hands on his chest, but she didn’t fully melt into him. She pulled back slightly, breathing heavily, her lips glistening.
“Slow down, Sir,” she whispered teasingly, her voice low and seductive. “We have time… but not that much.”
Rahul didn’t listen. He yanked her shirt open, exposing her black lace bra. He buried his face between her breasts, kissing and sucking the soft flesh over the cups, his hands frantically squeezing and fondling her heavy breasts through the bra. He tried to pull her closer, grinding his erection against her, desperate to feel more.
Varsha gasped, arching her back, but her eyes remained sharp and controlled. She let him devour her breasts for a moment, then gently pushed him back.
“Sit on the table,” she ordered softly.
Rahul obeyed instantly, sitting on the edge, his cock straining painfully against his pants. Varsha stepped between his legs, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and then his belt. She pulled his pants and boxers down in one motion, freeing his thick, throbbing cock. It sprang up, heavy and leaking, veins pulsing.
Varsha wrapped her fingers around the base and gave it one long, slow stroke from root to tip, her thumb circling the swollen head, spreading the precum.
Rahul groaned loudly, head falling back. “Fuck… Varsha… please…”
She stroked him deliberately, torturously slow, never letting him build real rhythm. Every time he tried to thrust into her fist, she loosened her grip or pulled back, keeping him on the edge.
Rahul grabbed her breasts again, squeezing them hard through the bra, pinching her nipples. He tried to pull her closer for another deep kiss, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth while his hands roamed down to squeeze her ass.
But Varsha controlled the pace masterfully. She turned her face slightly, letting him kiss only her neck and jaw, while her hand continued its maddening, teasing strokes on his cock.
“Darling, I want to fuck you so bad,” he panted, voice hoarse. “Bend over the table… let me take you from behind…”
Varsha smiled against his neck, her hand tightening around his shaft for a second before slowing down again.
“Not yet,” she whispered. “I want to feel how much you want me first…”
She kept stroking him — long, firm, torturous strokes — her thumb constantly teasing the sensitive underside of his head. Rahul’s thighs trembled, his cock leaking profusely in her hand as he begged.
Meanwhile at the Rahul cabin..
Gowtham figured out, it was all there — the complete tender quotes, pricing strategies, and internal calculations had been sent to their biggest competitor through a dummy email account. Rahul was the leak.
The cars, rich lifestyle all matches now, even a 10% Commission would land him crores.
Ten minutes had already passed.
He Realised Varsha needs him.
Gowtham sprinted toward the server room.
He knew there was no CCTV inside.
His hands shook as he punched in the password.
The door clicked open.
What he saw inside stopped him cold.
Rahul: “Please… Varsha… I can’t take it anymore…”
Gowtham stood there, breathing hard, eyes wide.
Rahul’s head snapped up in panic. “Varsha — he saw us!”
Varsha turned her head slowly toward Gowtham. Her hand was still wrapped around Rahul’s throbbing, leaking cock, giving it one final, deliberate stroke right in front of him. Her full breasts heaved in her bra, nipples hard and visible. She looked straight into Gowtham’s eyes — calm, calculated, and strangely victorious.
A small, satisfied smile played on her lips.
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