Hearing Gwenneth agree made my heart immediately start pounding. A mix of fear, nervousness, and a wild anticipation coursed through my veins.
Truthfully, there was a much easier and risk-free way to complete this quest: using the [Slave's Collar] I had obtained.
[Slave's Collar
-> A collar that, when placed on someone, transforms them into an unconditionally obedient slave. The user cannot be harmed by this slave, and all commands given must be obeyed, even if they go against the slave's will. The collar cannot be removed by any means, even by the user themselves]
The description was clear—anyone who wore it would become an unconditionally obedient slave, incapable of harming me, and forced to follow every command, no matter how shameful or degrading. It was a guarantee of absolute victory.
But... I didn't want to use it on her. Not now. The item felt like a trump card, and something inside me said to save it for a more... strategic target. Gwenneth, with all her arrogance and power, I would defeat with my own methods.
After getting her permission, I finally took a moment to observe Gwenneth more carefully. Unlike my little stepsister, Angeline, who was petite and doll-like, Gwenneth was the perfect incarnation of my alluring stepmother.
Her long, wavy golden hair cascaded down to her slender waist, reflecting the room's light gracefully. Her beautiful, sharp face with its straight nose and thin, sensual lips was currently adorned with a challenging expression.
She was wearing a short-sleeved white crop top that boldly showcased her full, firm chest and her flat stomach with a shapely navel. Below, tight black leggings hugged her long legs snugly, mercilessly accentuating her sexy waistline, her curvaceous hips, and her perfectly rounded buttocks.
As she turned to lie face down on the bed, my gaze reflexively dropped to the enticing shape of her buttocks, pressed against the leggings. Lust and curiosity took hold of me. Without a second thought, I whispered inwardly, "[Eye of Desire]."
Instantly, my vision changed. A faint, warm pink aura seemed to emanate from Gwenneth's body, as if marking erotic zones on certain parts.
Simultaneously, I called up the information about this woman.
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NAME: Gwenneth Socheron
AGE: 24
CLASS: Light Knight
RANK: S
DOMINANCE: 1%
SEXUAL AROUSAL: 19%
VAGINA VIRGINITY: No
ANAL VIRGINITY: Yes
WEAK POINTS: Vagina, Breasts.
FETISH: Sadistic and Dominance
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I had suspected as much. The information just confirmed what I'd always felt. An S-Rank Light Knight with a fetish for dominance and sadism. No wonder she enjoyed every second of demeaning me so much.
Gwenneth suddenly turned her head, her sharp eyes catching me spacing out.
"Why are you just standing there like an idiot? Hurry up and do it!" she snapped coldly. As if remembering something, with a quick, dismissive motion, she grabbed the hem of her crop top and pulled it off, tossing it aside. Now only a red bra remained, restraining her ample chest, and her flat stomach was fully exposed.
"I don't have all day."
I nodded, my tongue feeling stiff. "O-Okay."
With heavy steps, I approached the bed. The faint scent of her expensive perfume mixed with post-mission sweat filled my senses. She had lain down in a prone position, her head turned to one side. Her smooth, beautifully shaped back stretched out before me, the red bra straps creating a tempting contrast.
The lower part of her body, tightly wrapped in black leggings, looked even more enticing up close. Her large chest was pressed against the mattress, forming a silhouette that sent my imagination running wild.
I could feel my pants tightening, a shameful yet thrilling bodily reaction to such a sexy and simultaneously dangerous sight.
Now, the real challenge began.
When I said I was decent at massaging because I was often ordered to, it wasn't a complete lie. Those bitter academy experiences had at least given me basic knowledge of muscles and pressure points.
I started with her shoulders, the area clearly bothering her. Her skin was smooth and warm under my sweaty palms, but I restrained myself immediately from the temptation to caress it. This had to look professional, at least on the surface.
Placing both hands on her firm shoulders, I used my thumbs to press deeply into a hard muscle knot. As I circled and pressed the spot, I secretly activated [Lustful Touch].
Instantly, Gwenneth's previously relaxed body stiffened momentarily, followed by a soft gasp escaping her closed lips.
[Gwenneth's Sexual Arousal increased to 20 (+1)]
'It works!' my inner voice exclaimed joyfully. A faint smile spread within my heart. 'This method really works'
Gwenneth suddenly turned her head, her sharp eyes narrowing as she stared at me suspiciously. "Is something wrong?" I asked, trying to sound innocent.
She looked at me for a moment, as if trying to read the intent behind my face. My touch had indeed given her an unexpected, strange sensation—a warm, tingling feeling that instantly spread throughout her body, but... it didn't feel bad. In fact, it was kinda pleasant.
"No," she said finally, her voice sounding slightly huskier than before.
"Continue." She laid her head back down, closing her eyes, but this time there was a different tension in her shoulders, as if her body was awaiting my next touch.
My heart pounding, my hands went back to work. This time, my palms traced the area along her spine, moving down from her shoulders to her upper back with firm but not painful pressure.
I kept [Lustful Touch] active, like a continuous low current. Soon, notifications started popping up alongside changes in her body. Her initially regular breathing began to change, becoming deeper and heavier. Occasionally, soft moans escaped her throat, seemingly beyond her control.
[Gwenneth's Sexual Arousal increased to 21 (+1)]
[Gwenneth's Sexual Arousal increased to 22 (+1)]
[Your Dominance over Gwenneth increases to 2%.]
[...]
My hands continued their journey, now reaching her mid-back. With the aid of [Eye of Desire], my vision picked up faint, softly pulsing pink points along her spine and paravertebral muscles.
These points weren't as bright or intense as the areas on her chest or between her thighs, but they were there. I focused my massage on those points, using my fingertips to apply deep, circular pressure, while [Lustful Touch] transformed that physical pressure into rippling waves of pleasure.
[Gwenneth's Sexual Arousal increased to 52 (+1)]
I even started to hear her muttering softly, fragmented curses, as if cursing the pleasure from my massage.
I continued downwards, now reaching her lower back. My hands worked on the hardened muscles above her hips, using my palms to rub and my thumbs to press tense points.
The temptation to squeeze her round buttocks, just centimeters from my fingers, was almost unbearable, but survival instinct overrode lust. I knew one wrong touch there would end everything with a punch. Instead, I moved my hands back up towards her shoulders, repeating the cycle.
[Gwenneth's Sexual Arousal increased to 65 (+1)]
[...]
I repeated the pattern, moving up and down her back. Her breath now sounded ragged. And then, as I pressed a specific point along her spine, her body shuddered violently, followed by a long moan she could no longer hold back.
[You have successfully made Gwenneth climax.]
[Gwenneth's Sexual Arousal automatically drops to 48.]
[Your Dominance over Gwenneth increases to 5%.]
Success! It took about twenty minutes, but one climax was achieved. Just four more to go.
Just as I was about to continue, Gwenneth suddenly ordered, "Step back." Her voice was hoarse.
I was puzzled, but complied. I took a step back, watching her. She rolled onto her back, and her gaze froze me solid. It was no longer a sneer or a look of disgust and raw lust, like a predator seeing its prey. My blood ran cold, my pants felt even tighter.
Is... is she going to...? My mind immediately jumped to various forbidden scenarios. Was she going to pounce and unzip my pants? Damn, I've read and watched too much porn stuff. But I couldn't suppress the wild anticipation bubbling in my chest.
"Is... something wrong?" I asked, my voice trembling between fear and hope.
All I heard in response was a low, dangerous grumble, "You little bastard..."
And before I could react, she moved like lightning. A hard fist slammed into my chest, throwing me to the floor. A sharp pain spread, followed by a darkness that swallowed me so quickly, taking all my stupid fantasies with it.
Looking down at her stepbrother lying unconscious on the floor, Gwen stared at his limp body, then her gaze fell upon the bulge in his crotch. With a sinister smile, she placed the sole of her foot on top of it and began to press down slowly.
"What a disgusting little brother," she muttered mockingly, feeling the shape beneath her foot.