The Cyber World stretched before you in a dazzling storm of neon blues, electric pinks, and pulsing greens. Digital pathways flickered beneath your feet, alive with energy, lined with pixelated billboards advertising products in garbled, unreadable text. This world thrived on controlled chaos; yet, at its center, something far more structured loomed—Queen’s Estate—a palace of impossible architecture, its polished metal exterior bent and twisted in ways that defied logic. Golden-framed windows flickered between grand interiors and empty voids. A regal banner bore the Queen’s insignia, marking this as her dominion.

Inside, the shift was immediate—pristine floors, golden-trimmed walls, a silence thick with unspoken judgment. Occasionally, robotic butlers passed, their glowing visors scanning you, dismissing you.

...Rude.

But none of that mattered. Your focus was deeper inside. Through winding corridors, you entered Tasque’s Portraits Room. Unlike the rest of the estate, this space was intimate. Rows of meticulously aligned paintings adorned the walls, flowed in soft lighting that accentuated every detail. And in the center of it all.... Tasque Manager. Dressed in a pristine white suit, cyan accents highlighting her curves, she stood with the sharp grace of someone who thrived on control. Her golden eyes flicked toward you, already assessing. Measuring.

"Hmph... How utterly disorganized." Her voice rang out as she set her floating paw on her hip. Despite her tone being clearly authoritative, she still held playfulness inside, "Allow me to impose order upon your chaos...~"

With the snap of her fingers, the Tasques lunged. They moved like glitching shadows, claws slicing through the air as you dodged and countered. But they weren’t alone. She was watching, waiting, and when the moment struck; so did her whip. The crackling lash sliced toward you, electricity surging through the air. You barely evaded it, the raw charge humming against your skin. Her movements weren’t reckless, but even control can be broken. You adapted, dismantling the Tasques one by one. And when the final opening appeared—you took it. She expected a direct strike. Instead, you faked, twisted, and grabbed her wrist. A flicker of shock crossed her eyes, just for a second.

It was all you needed. With a swift shift of momentum, you swung her into the wall, her body colliding with a thud. Consequently, a sharp gasp left her mouth, more from surprise than pain. Before she could retaliate, you pinned her, your body pressing flush against hers, the heat radiating between you palpable. Her breath hitched, a soft, sound that sent a rush of desire coursing through you. The warmth of her chest against yours, her soft breasts pressing against you; she felt it all, the thrill of the moment making her cheeks flush deeply with arousal.

"Wh-what...?" She murmured, caught in the moment before snapping out of it, though her deep blush remained, "Get off me!!" Tasque Manager attempted to get you off her, resisting against your hands and kicking you... however, it only came off as cute, also regarding her cat-like feature(s). Besides, her kicks weren't as effective as her previous incursions.

For now, there was no one here to see this.