Hairy had several candidates in mind to further his plans to achieve immortality via the creation of his Hornycruxes.
He scattered the photos on the table. He had hired a paparazzi to help him cum-pile the shots, before killing them, partly because dead people didn't talk (unless they were resurrected… a tale for a later chapter…) leaving no loose ends, but mainly because he felt like it, and why not? Like it was fun, and then he also didn't need to pay them as well! Replying to emails… lodging taxes… nah. It was far easier to just kill the guy, and just sweep everything under the rug.
Of course, you would know, being a grandmaster reader of this novel, that this last statement of course, was to be taken… literally.
He glanced fondly at his cashmere rug, underneath which was a trapdoor that housed various things, one of which included his plans to create his own undead army at a later date using the literal bones of his enemies - and he had many…
Well, back to the task at hand. He surveyed the images on his coffee table.
There were a few more possible candidates he was considering to be his next Hornycruxes.
First up was Gin-knee - a girl with high alcohol tolerance and flawless knees. She always wore long stockings which accentuated the wonderful hinge joints on her legs. She would be a challenge, but eventually, he would bend those knees - and her - to his will…
Choke Chang, a cutie who was very attracted to being dominated in a 'specific way', as well as 'length'…
And then… to name a few more...
Dobbie… who apparently was a very popular - and cursed - celebrity on social media.
Dumb Bell… an old wizard who was rumoured to have lasted the longest in a 'wand duel' with Grin Dell, a fellow practitioner of the Dark Arts.
Severus Sl*t… a 'potency master' who specialised in helping people 'straighten out' their wands when they became limp.
The last three he discounted.
Causing the readers who were on the verge of a nervous breakdown due to repressed PTSD memories both past, present, and in the future to breathe out a shaky sigh of relief.
That is to say, he discounted them as worthy receptacles for being Hornycruxes, but still, what was the harm in a little fun?
The esteemed readers immediately hyperventilated yet again. That is, the still sane ones, although it was unknown how many of these persons still existed, the majority of the readers, all upstanding, outstanding individuals by day, but who in fact revelled in the unhinged chaos of their favourite webnovel during their in-between-work breaks and by night…
Hairy let out a laugh lathered with lunacy.
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Upon witnessing Zhang Lu's improved response and seemingly smooth induction into the Dark Rizzard Alliance, Itvasme was actually quite pleased.
As a result, she decided it would be good to give him a little… reward.
She wasn't an unreasonable person, Zhang Lu had to a large degree worked hard to fulfill his part of the bargain, and he had claimed that he no longer wanted power stones, magic castles or spaceships - instead, he had claimed that he just wanted… her.
It made her… feel things.
That said, "not unreasonable" wasn't entirely the same as 'sane'.
Accordingly, it was still ingrained in her nature to control, and so, she had gifted Zhang Lu a 'chastity cage', a kind of device which she had made him wear at all times, which allowed him to perform basic bodily functions, but denied him access to pleasure - unless of course, she personally allowed it.
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…Zhang Lu moaned.
He had exchanged his handcuffs, chained to the desk, for another kind of slavery.
He was now wearing pink fluffy kitten ears and a matching pink fluffy 'tail', was topless, clad in only his chastity-controlled… contraption, and being forced to write Hairy Pee from 9-12, 12-1 was lunch and toilet break, then 1-4 afternoon shift, and if he was good, then he would get a bit of a tease, sleaze and release from Itvasme, 5-6 was Dark Rizzard Alliance Research, 6-7 was Dinner, and then after one more final surge from 7-10, 10-11 reply to some fan mail and do some social media posts to convince the world all was well, and then it was time for bed, and the cycle would continue.
"You said you just wanted me, huh? Then… prove it." Itvasme whispered.
Zhang Lu moaned again. He had never felt so bad, and yet so good.
It was wrong, but so right.
He was enslaved, and yet, he had never felt so free.
It was the classic paradox. Despite personally having no autonomy, he had in fact never been so productive ever in his entire life.
"This… is just… part of my… research…" Zhang Lu convinced himself, even as he shuddered, half in pleasure, half in pain.
Of course, on the other hand. Itvasme, for all her control and power play, was in fact ironically masking her own vulnerability… deep down, she wondered if Zhang Lu would actually like her or choose her if she ever actually gave him the choice…