The final class passed relatively peacefully—if you could call occasional deliberate bumps, spit from behind, and other minor taunts peaceful. But compared to the usual torture I endured, this was a breeze.
Surprisingly, Yukie and her gang didn’t bother at all. They seed satisfied after tornting earlier, or perhaps they were too focused on preparing for the exam that was supposedly coming up soon.
After three months of skipping school, I had fallen behind on a lot of theoretical and practical material. But I didn’t really care. This academy’s focus was on forging strong Hunters, so most lessons were practical: weapon training, dungeon exploration, monster-killing techniques, and the like.
Academic grades? Graduation? Not my concern. I ca back here with only one goal: revenge.
My gaze shifted to Yukie. She was still the sa—perfectly beautiful with a deadly cold aura. She and her four friends were currently ignoring .
No. Apparently, except for one person: Nerissa Rishbell. Throughout the lesson, the pink-haired girl kept staring at with a strange smile. I could guess what was on her mind: she must be eager to turn back into her lab rat after class.
’Alright,’ I thought, formulating a simple plan.
Calling it a plan might be a stretch; I was basically just going to use my [Ti Stop] and [Mind Control] skills on her, then punish her in her own private laboratory. Just the thought of it excited . What kind of expression would she make when I raped her roughly in the sa place she usually used to torture ?
However, nothing happened after class ended. Nerissa just glanced at once more with that smile before leaving with the others. I was a little disappointed, but there would surely be an opportunity later. For now, what I needed to do was buy sothing.
I walked along the sidewalk, my eyes unconsciously following the busy traffic. My mind wandered, pondering the next steps of my revenge plan. I was completely unaware that soone had been following since I left the academy gates.
I glanced at the shop’s sign—The Kinky Corner—a na too honest for a sex shop. A na was lewd enough to make anyone hesitate to enter, or perhaps it piqued their curiosity. I had learned about this shop from the internet.
As the door opened, a small bell chid softly. A warm aroma greeted —a mix of cinnamon, vanilla, and sothing sharper, maybe latex or leather. The interior was dimly lit and too cozy for a shop selling indecent goods.
Behind an antique wooden desk covered with purple velvet cloth stood the shopkeeper. A mature woman with a pretty, calm face, but her bright blue eyes held a mischievous glint.
Her long blonde hair flowed beautifully, revealing a slender neck and smooth, honey-toned skin. Her body was slim but curvaceous, with perky breasts almost spilling out of the tight, deep red dress she wore. The curve of her hips was perfect, and her prominent, large butt was eye-catching—assets that might rival my stepmother’s, or even surpass them.
Not far from her, a girl in a black hoodie stood choosing from three pink dildos of different sizes before promptly selecting the largest one and paying the shopkeeper.
This girl felt familiar.
"Welco, handso," greeted the shopkeeper in a voice as sweet and lodious as honey. "Can I help you? Everything you need to explore your wild side is here." Her hands, adorned with dark red nail polish, patted the wooden desk gently.
I cursed inwardly upon seeing her breasts almost spilling out and her nipples clearly outlined against the dress fabric—she wasn’t wearing a bra. My blood stirred.
"I... I’m just browsing for now," I replied, my voice slightly hoarse.
It was then that the hooded girl turned upon hearing my voice. She wore a mask that covered most of her face, but her sapphire blue eyes widened, unable to hide her surprise.
I imdiately activated [Eye of Desire].
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NA: Sonya Treybern
AGE: 25
DOMINANCE: 31%
SEXUAL AROUSAL: 18%
VAGINAL VIRGINITY: No
ANAL VIRGINITY: Yes
WEAK AREAS: Vagina and Breasts.
FETISH: Submission
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No wonder she seed familiar. It was Sonya Treybern—the older sister of Maximus, the bastard who always beat up. After our first encounter, I had gathered information about her through social dia.
"Sonya?" I said, approaching her. "I’ve missed you every night. It’s so sad you never contacted ."
Sonya was startled, then tried to run away. Seeing this, I chased her out of the shop and grabbed her arm.
"Let go! I don’t know you!" she protested, her voice trembling.
"If you don’t know , why did you run away from in such a hurry," I said cynically, making Sonya fall silent and glare angrily.
I removed her mask. Her pale, beautiful face was revealed. "I’m disappointed you forgot . Didn’t we have enough fun that night? I saved you from those thugs, then comforted you after you broke up with your boyfriend."
"I don’t know what you’re talking about!"
I took the large vibrator she had just bought from her bag. "You’re buying a toy like this? This one isn’t even bigger than , you know."
"You lunatic!" she snapped, roughly snatching the vibrator back.
"Just two weeks ago we had sex, and you’ve already forgotten ?"
"I was drunk after breaking up with my boyfriend! I don’t rember anything!" Her face flushed, her breath quickened.
"You really don’t rember how you begged ? How you moaned when —"
"I’ll scream! I’ll call people and report you to the police if you don’t let go right now!" she threatened, her eyes welling up.
Seeing her determination, I released my grip. Sonya imdiately darted away, disappearing around the corner of the street.
I ruffled my hair with a mocking smile. Let her run. I already knew where she lived. And I was indeed planning to visit her later.
But in the distance, Sonya, running fast, felt her heart racing uncontrollably. Her body grew hot, mories of that night slowly resurfacing in her mind. She was so shocked by the discovery that she didn’t notice the Nine Stars academy uniform I was wearing. Otherwise, she would have panicked even more.
"You were very rude to that woman. Is that how you treat won?"
I froze on the spot. That voice, it felt familiar. Slowly, I turned, and sure enough, there stood Ruth Anvilhart with her sharp gaze. Her dark blue hair was tied simply, her blue eyes staring at with a mix of curiosity and slight reproach. Even though she was only wearing a simple long-sleeved black shirt and light blue jeans, her beauty still shone through.
Ruth Anvilhart. The Hamr Maiden. What was she doing here? Was it just a coincidence? I wondered inwardly, slightly panicked, but quickly cald myself.
I sighed, deciding to be blunt. "She just broke up with her boyfriend and used as her sex friend to get her outlet. She took my virginity, and now she’s pretending not to know . Should I be sweet about it?"
I hoped my vulgar answer would disgust her and make her leave. But the opposite happened. Ruth actually smiled and chuckled.
"You’re very blunt. I like that."
Seeing her sudden smile, I was slightly dazed. I turned to go back into the shop, but suddenly Ruth grabbed my tie firmly, pulling my face until it was just inches from hers. The scent of her fresh perfu and a slight hint of blood from her body filled my senses.
"Why so hurry?" she whispered, a faint smile still playing on her lips. "Are you that unwilling to talk to ?"
I was surprised by her boldness.
"Miss, your behavior is rude. We don’t know each other."
Ruth chuckled again, her voice like a small bell that tickled. "How could you forget ? Are you pretending not to know after all you did to that day? After you used like that..."
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