Consciousness returned to me, assaulted by a strange sensation. My whole body felt weak, but an intoxicating wave coursed through my nerves, especially in my groin, which felt warm and sensitive.
Through my half-open eyelids and still-blurry vision, as if looking through a veil of water, I saw a silhouette. A woman with long golden hair, a beautiful, naked body glistening with sweat, was moving on top of me with a rough, powerful rhythm. Her breathless pants and moans mixed with words of contempt aimed at me. "You... useless... trash..."
I tried to open my eyes wider, wanting to see more clearly, to confirm this wasn't an illusion. But instantly, a strong grip choked my neck, cutting off my air and my vision. "Don't... you dare open your eyes, you bastard," the voice hissed in my ear, full of threat.
Darkness swallowed me for the second time.
When I finally opened my eyes, I found myself lying on the living room sofa. My body ached and my head was still dizzy. I sat up, rubbing my tired face. My memory immediately flashed to the moments before I passed out. Right. That bitch knocked me out. But... what happened after that? The flashes of a naked body moving over me and the choking felt so real, yet impossible.
It can't be, I denied internally. It must have just been a dream conjured by my frustrated mind and spiking libido. But why did this strange feeling, these remnants of pleasure, still cling to my body?
I let out a long sigh. It was obvious. After hitting me, Gwenneth must have just dragged and dumped me on this living room sofa, too disgusted to take me to my own room.
Failure.
My thoughts immediately went to the Quest. My attempt only managed to make her climax once before everything ended with a punch. I opened my Status Interface with a sour feeling, just to confirm my failure.
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NAME: Adam Socheron
CLASS: Depraved Time Lord
LEVEL: 19
EXP:5/350
Available Stat Points: 25
SKILLS:
[Time Stop]
[Eye of Desire]
[Lustful Touch]
[Fertility Control]
[Mind Control]
ITEMS:
[Faceless Mask]
[Slave's Collar]
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What?
I blinked, not believing it. Wasn't my level 14 the last time I checked, and all my Stat Points were used up? Now, my level had jumped to 19, and there were 25 Stat Points waiting.
What really happened? Did... did I somehow complete the quest? But that's impossible! I only made her climax once. Or... did I misread the requirement? Did it only need one time? No. I remembered clearly: five times.
The vague memory of me being unconscious and Gwenneth riding me came back to haunt me. Was it real? Did she... continue it herself while I was out? The thought was both shocking and... arousing. But I was too confused and tired to think about it now.
I rubbed my face and decided to shelve it for the moment.
I walked to my room, hoping not to run into Gwenneth, Angeline, or my Step-Mother Delilah. Fortunately, the hallway was quiet. Upon reaching my room, I immediately collapsed onto the bed. It was already seven in the evening. My mind was racing.
I summoned the [Slave's Collar]. A black leather choker with a faintly pulsing red heart pendant appeared in my hand. It felt cold and full of promise. Who should I use it on? Three names immediately came to mind:
First was Delilah, my Step-Mother. From the beginning, I'd had so many dark fantasies about her. That cold, powerful woman was both an object of desire and hatred for me. But she was too strong, both physically and mentally. One wrong move and she wouldn't hesitate to kill me.
I still remembered my breaking my arm when I used Lustful Touch on her.
Second was the Academy Headmistress. If I could make her my slave, all the academy's resources would be open to me. I could also use her to get revenge in the most perfect ways on everyone who ever looked down on me in the past.
Then, Yukie Iceblood. Just her name made my blood boil. She was the woman I hated most in this world, the person I most wanted to torture and humiliate until she begged for mercy.
This was a difficult choice. Each offered different kinds of satisfaction. But the best choice was probably the Academy Headmistress, that fifty-year-old woman who was still very beautiful.
As I was lost in this dilemma, another notification appeared. The [Mind Control] cooldown had ended. Seeing it, a crooked smile formed on my lips.
My mind was filled with various scenarios I wanted to try with my new skill, [Mind Control]. Even though I'd tested it on a passerby earlier for money, my curiosity wasn't satisfied. I needed to understand its limits.
[Mind Control
-> Allows the user to take complete control of a single target's mind and body for 10 minutes. The target will blindly obey the user's commands, as if the user's will were their own. You can choose whether the target remains conscious during control. This skill requires a six-hour cooldown after use before it can be activated again.]
The official description was still too ambiguous and left many questions. For example, if I chose to let the victim remain conscious during control, and then, just before the skill's duration ended, I commanded them to forget everything that happened—would their memory truly be erased after the effect wore off? Or, even more interestingly, what if I gave a long-term command? Like ordering someone to perform a specific routine every day—for instance, if I commanded Angeline to kiss me every morning before leaving for the academy—would she keep doing it even after the Mind Control influence ended?
I had to know.
And who was a better test subject for this than my own little stepsister?
I stopped in front of Angeline's door, just a few steps from my own room. According to her habits, around this time she should be home and in her room, unless she had other business or was out playing.
I knocked softly on her door.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Who?" her voice came from behind the door, soft like a melody.
I deliberately didn't answer, then knocked once more, a little louder.
"Adam, if you're messing around, I don't want to be bothered, okay!" this time her voice sounded annoyed. I heard footsteps approaching, then the door opened.
And in that moment, without giving her a chance to react, I instantly activated the [Mind Control] skill on her.
Instantly, Angeline's body stiffened. The annoyed expression on her face melted away, replaced by a blank, flat stare. She now stood like a puppet awaiting commands, completely under my control.
Seeing Angeline frozen perfectly in place, her beautiful eyes that usually shone now empty and emotionless, a wave of euphoria surged in my chest. It worked. It really worked.
I pushed her door open wide. The fragrant, tidy room, just like its owner, lay before me. I stepped inside, my footsteps muffled by the soft carpet, then closed the door again with a faint click.
Now, it was just me and my perfect angel in this room.
I only had ten minutes. Not a single second could be wasted.
I approached her, my voice a soft whisper yet filled with the authority granted by this skill, "Since our time is limited, my angelic slave..."
My breath hitched slightly, the drive from my Libido flaring up.
"Now, open my pants..." I stared into her empty eyes, ensuring the command sank in. "...and suck my cock."
The command was spoken. Now, I would witness firsthand how far obedience could be enforced by this Mind Control skill.