Valentine Mansion
Third Floor, Jeremy's Room
At that moment, Elisa was already undressing.
Her hands trembled slightly as she slowly unbuttoned each garment.
Her movements were mechanical, empty, as if her body was no longer connected to her will.
And she did it slowly, piece by piece, following Jeremy's commands.
A drop of sweat ran down her neck.
Her gaze was lost.
Empty.
Extinguished.
All because he was using the power of the Stigma of Slavery—
That cursed seal etched deep into her heart.
No slave can disobey their master's orders.
If they did... they'd die.
The fire of the Stigma burned within her chest like a constant warning.
Jeremy was fully aware of the power he held over her.
And yet, he did nothing but stare at her with eyes overflowing with lust and hunger.
Reclining on the bed, with a twisted smile on his lips and fingers interlaced, he watched her like a hunter admiring his defenseless prey.
He knew nothing could stop him from having her.
Then, with a husky voice full of malice, Jeremy gave the next order:
—"Hohoho, that's right, bitch, keep going... now take off your bra."
—"As you wish, young master."
Her words came out broken, forced between clenched teeth.
She slowly reached her arms behind her back, unhooking the bra with clumsy movements.
Her breathing grew heavier.
Her pupils shimmered with moisture.
—"Hey, slut. Take off your clothes more erotically."
Elisa froze for a moment.
Her body tensed.
Her lower lip quivered.
She was about to cry...
She didn't want this.
But if she wanted to live...
If she wanted to see her beloved family again...
She had to obey the young master's orders.
—"H-how do I do that...?"
Jeremy saw her expression and grew angry.
He scowled with disdain and stood from the bed like a frustrated child whose toy wouldn't work the way he wanted.
—"What's with that face, bitch...? Aren't you happy a noble even looks at a mutt like you?"
—"I-it's not that, young master, it's just..." she whispered, "I don't want to do this."
—"What did you say? Nah… doesn't matter.
I'll teach you who owns you. Who really owns your body."
At that moment, Jeremy grabbed a black blindfold from his desk.
His steps were slow, heavy, almost ceremonial.
He approached Elisa with a degenerate expression.
His fingers clutched the cloth like a trophy—
A tool to finally break what was left of her will.
He tied it around her eyes with soft, disgusting hands.
He did it not just to hide her expression...
But to force her to focus only on the sensations he was about to inflict.
Elisa had already removed her bra.
Sweat ran down her cheeks, her face a twisted mix of terror and resignation.
Even so, she covered herself timidly with trembling hands.
Jeremy pushed her onto the bed.
She fell backward, hair disheveled, body shrinking in on itself.
He leaned over her with a depraved smile and reached for her underwear—
Until the door opened.
***
One Minute Earlier
I was racing against time.
Every step I took didn't just slice through the air...
It slashed through the seconds.
With every passing second, my mother's safety was at risk.
📢 [Basic Skill «Infinite Speed» is active.]
With my speed and agility maxed out,
it didn't take me long to reach the Valentine estate again.
I dashed past the gates like a blur, the mansion's structure rising before me like a dark, silent tower.
But this mansion was huge.
Too huge.
The real challenge now was finding that bastard's room.
I asked Quincy:
—"Quincy, can you locate my mother or that scumbag?"
[Apologies, master... my scanner only detects potential threats.]
—"Remind me to give you a tracking function in your next update."
[Understood, master.]
—"Alright, let's check room by room."
As I entered the mansion...
I remembered the order that damned Count gave me.
And suddenly, without warning...
My Stigma kicked in.
A cold burn slashed across my chest.
—"Argh... damn it...!"
📢 [Basic Skill «Absolute Resistance» significantly reduces the effect of the Stigma.]
—"Damn... without this skill, I'd be dead already."
My vision sharpened.
My breathing steadied.
And just like that, I swept through the first floor at top speed—unseen, unheard.
I sprinted through hallways, flinging doors open like gusts of wind, my awareness total.
I ascended to the second floor.
Along the way, I found a room filled with BDSM gear.
—"Interesting... disturbing, but interesting."
I rushed to the third floor—
Flipping doors open left and right like a madman.
Until I opened one door...
And found that piece of shit Jeremy about to rip off my mother's underwear.
She was lying on the bed.
Her arms trembled.
Her body recoiled.
And her eyes... blindfolded.
I could see them.
But they couldn't see me.
Because I was moving so fast, time itself seemed frozen.
I was furious at that bastard, but I knew I couldn't act recklessly.
I needed a plan—
And I needed it now.
Then, I had an idea.
And I carried it out immediately.
I walked up to Jeremy and stared him down.
His face was frozen in that expression of twisted lust—
Which made it even more revolting.
And with one swift kick, I shattered his leg.
I could feel every bone in that leg
splinter into hundreds of pieces.
The crunch was grotesque—though it hadn't even echoed yet.
My perception of time was just that slow.
With some of the blood from his destroyed left leg, I wrote a message on the wall:
"This is a warning. If you don't want to die...
Don't touch anyone from the Raymond family."
I gently picked up my mother.
Covered her with her clothes...
Not without first breaking his other leg—
In the exact same way I'd crushed the first.
And just like that, I left the Valentine mansion.
I took my mother to a nearby storage shed, a little distance away from the estate.
Then Quincy's voice lit up on the interface.
[Master, why didn't you move further from the mansion?]
—"Because I want to hear that bastard scream... Anyway, Quincy, drop my stats back down to 1%."
[Confirmed, master... adjustment complete.]
📢 [Basic Skill «Infinite Speed» is now deactivated.]
*Time returning to normal flow…
And in that instant, a scream so loud erupted from the Valentine mansion
it woke everyone sleeping there.
—"AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!"
I heard his scream and said:
—"Serves you right, you degenerate piece of trash."