The soft light from the bedside lamp shone down on the king-sized bed, now the ruins of a war of lust. The expensive silk sheets were wrinkled and soaked with sweat and love juice. The sharp, fishy scent of semen mixed with Victoria's sweet body odor still hung in the air, creating an atmosphere that was both savage and strangely alluring.
Owen lay on his side, possessively holding Victoria's limp body in his arms. She was still fast asleep, unconscious from an overwhelming pleasure she couldn't handle. Her breathing was faint and steady. The face that was once so arrogant now looked relaxed and innocent, like a small child's.
He looked at his own "handiwork" with satisfaction. His massive cock, having just been through a heavy battle, was still nestled between her soft, smooth thighs, while Victoria's plump pussy was overflowing with the cloudy white semen he had just released, staining the pristine white sheets in a way that was both lewd and beautiful.
Owen reached for his mobile phone on the bedside table as quietly as possible so as not to wake her. He shifted slightly, using one arm to hold her body tight, pressing his face into her soft, golden-blonde hair, before raising the phone to the perfect angle.
With the photography experience he had gained from streaming and OnlyStar, even a quick shot in low light came out with a natural composition. The camera angle revealed his bare, muscular chest, covered in faint scratches from her nails; the play of light and shadow on Victoria's blissful, post-release face; and the image of her love juice seeping from between her legs. Everything was perfectly arranged.
Click…
The silent shutter sounded, capturing the erotic image of possession.
He didn't wait. He opened his email application, attached the photo, and sent it to a familiar address, along with a short, clear, and powerful message.
"To: Alexander Ashford
Subject: Mission Progress Report
-As you can see, the mission is proceeding well. I expect she will be ready to sign the divorce papers willingly within these seven days."
He hit send… The hottest secret report had been sent to his employer…
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That evening... inside the opulent office on the top floor of Titan City Hall, Alexander Ashford sat behind a large teak desk that beautifully reflected the light from the crystal chandelier. The large glass wall behind him revealed a night view of the city, sparkling like a galaxy of stars on the ground.
He was sipping an expensive single malt whiskey while reviewing important city documents with a sharp eye, but his mind wasn't on the budget numbers or the city's development plans at all. He was waiting... eagerly waiting for a report from the "friend" he had sent on a personal mission.
Ding!
The email notification from his computer sounded. It was a soft, polite sound, but it was powerful enough to instantly shatter the oppressive silence of his office.
Alex slowly placed the crystal glass on the table, a smirk appearing at the corner of his lips that he couldn't hide. He set aside the persona of the composed governor and moved his mouse to click open the email, his fingertips trembling slightly with anticipation.
The moment the attached photo loaded and filled the screen... Alex's entire world stopped spinning. The once-composed smile on his face twisted into one of the utmost satisfaction! His breath caught in his throat, and a wave of heat shot through his body.
This… this was the image he had been waiting for… The image of the proud, icy queen, now melted and defiled beyond recognition…
The image of his money-squandering wife... Victoria... sleeping unconscious in Owen's strong arms. Her naked body was covered in the marks of a complete ravaging. The bruises on her neck, the red marks on her ass cheeks, and most prominently... the image of cloudy white semen seeping from between her legs, staining the expensive sheets... The image of her defeat and humiliation ignited the darkest, most primal desires in Alex's heart, making them surge uncontrollably.
"Ha… Hahahaha!"
He burst out laughing like a madman, the low laugh echoing in his throat. It was a perverted victory… the desire to see his arrogant, uncontrollable wife destroyed and possessed by a stronger man. It was sweeter and more fulfilling than any political power he had ever tasted.
If Owen could have seen Alex's state right now, there would be no doubt that the [Choice System] window would have popped up with a notification: "Alex's Affection +10" for sure.
Click…
Alex walked over and locked his office door, then returned to his desk calmly. He stared at the picture without blinking before unzipping his expensive trousers and pulling out his fully erect, 6-inch cock. He gripped it tightly and began to jerk it violently, hungrily, his eyes fixated on the image of Victoria being ravaged by Owen, as if mesmerized.
"Ahh… Victoria… you slut…" he growled low, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Look at you… so pathetic… but god… it turns me on so much!"
He quickened his pace, more and more violently, imagining Owen slamming his massive cock into her body, destroying her dignity over and over…
"Aaaaaaaahhh!!!"
He finally released a torrent of hot semen, splattering all over his expensive teak desk…
Alex stood panting with bliss before casually using a tissue to wipe off his own cum. He sat back down in his chair, as calm and cool as before, as if nothing had happened. He typed a reply to Owen, his hands still trembling slightly with emotion.
"To: Owen Marlowe
Subject: Re: Mission Progress Report
-An excellent progress report, Owen… I am extremely satisfied with your work.
-But next time… to make our evidence more solid and undeniable… I need you to send a 'video.'
-A video of you violently fucking and destroying her dignity, turning her into your obedient toy… making her beg for you to own her… Do you understand?"
He emphasized the word "video" as if it were the most important command… His dark desire… was still far from being truly fulfilled.
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Rewind to Friday... evening at Titan University.
The last golden light of Friday bathed the orange brick buildings of Titan University, making them look as beautiful as a painting. A cool, gentle breeze carried the scent of freshly cut grass and the bright laughter of students. Rosy walked out of her exam room with the widest smile she'd had in a long time. The feeling of relief, as if a mountain had been lifted from her shoulders, made her feel truly free. She had just passed the hardest exam of her final semester.
She hummed her favorite rock song softly as she walked briskly to the public bus stop outside the university gates. Her heart was filled with hope and excitement for the streamer project she was about to start with Owen… Her future looked brighter and more exciting than ever before.
But then… the bright atmosphere was shattered by three disgusting shadows that blocked her path.
A group of middle-aged men in cheap, wrinkled, and tight-fitting suits stepped out from behind a corner to block her way. The smirks that revealed yellow, tobacco-stained teeth and the cheap smell of alcohol that hit her nose made Rosy's smile vanish instantly, replaced by a hard, wary look.
"What do you want?" she asked, her voice blunt, cold, and unfriendly.
"Easy there, little punk-rock girl," the man who seemed to be the leader said, his voice hoarse and disgusting. His eyes raked over her from head to toe without hiding his intentions. "We just dropped by to ask about the 'loan' you came to us for… It's time to pay the first interest payment. Twenty thousand dollars."
Those words were like a sledgehammer to Rosy's heart! She froze for a moment, her brain trying to process the unbelievable number. "Twenty thousand!? What are you talking about! The contract didn't say that! It hasn't even been a month!"
"Contracts can change… to match the 'risk' of the debtor, you see," another man laughed disgustingly. He took another step closer to her. "But if you don't have cash… that's okay." His eyes licked over Rosy's body openly. "A few months of 'special work' at our club should be enough to pay it off… I guarantee you'll 'enjoy' the work."
They laughed among themselves at their own filthy joke, while other students began to look over, but no one was brave enough to intervene.
Anger and humiliation made Rosy's face flush. She clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white. Her first instinct was to punch them in their disgusting faces, but she knew that was the stupidest thing she could do. She was alone and stood no chance against the three of them. A feeling of helplessness began to gnaw at her.
'Calm down, Rosy…'
The cool, powerful voice of Iris sounded in her consciousness. It was like a splash of ice-cold water on the fire of Rosy's anger, extinguishing it instantly.
'Don't do anything stupid that would get Owen into trouble.'
Those words hit Rosy hard. She froze. The thought of not wanting to cause trouble for Owen was stronger than her own anger.
'Let me handle this, my love… Don't lower yourself to play with these filthy worms.'
At those words, Rosy took a deep breath, letting her own consciousness retreat into the shadows, willingly giving the great queen full control of her body.
And then… everything changed.
A second later… the once-angry and confused look in her eyes transformed into one of absolute coldness and formidability. The body that had been tense with anger relaxed, standing with an elegance as if everything was under control. A faint, superior, and dangerous smile appeared at the corner of her lips.
The three laughing men stopped and looked at each other, surprised… The woman in front of them… seemed to have become a completely different person in an instant. The aura she was radiating wasn't fear or anger… it was a power that made them feel looked down upon… like pathetic ants.
"Fine… I'll pay."
The voice that came out was no longer Rosy's. It was cold, steady, and held an authority that made the three men flinch for a moment. "But I don't have that much cash on me. Why don't we talk somewhere more private? I don't like to cause a scene in public."
The three men looked at each other, surprised and pleased. They didn't pay much attention to the change in the young woman. The thought of getting both money and maybe a "bonus" was too sweet to pass up.
"That's a good idea, little girl," their leader smirked disgustingly, revealing his yellow teeth. "We like our privacy, too… Lead the way."
Iris said nothing more. She turned and calmly led them to a narrow alley between two old buildings. Her every step was steady and elegant, like a queen strolling through her own garden. The three men followed, smirking, exchanging lustful glances.
'This little girl is so naive,' one of them thought arrogantly. 'So easy to fool. This will be a piece of cake. The boss will be pleased we got him a new toy so quickly.'
The moment they turned into the dim, deserted alley, the evening sun was blocked by the tall buildings, making the atmosphere instantly colder. The foul, musty smell of rotting garbage and urine hit them. The damp, stained concrete walls made the place look more like a rat's nest than a human walkway.
Once they were sure there were no outside eyes, one of the men immediately showed his true colors. He stepped forward to grab her arm.
"Stop playing games… Come with us quietly. The boss is waiting for his new 'dessert'."
But before his filthy fingertips could even touch her skin…
Fwip!~
Iris's body suddenly vanished from their sight!
She didn't retreat or try to run… On the contrary, her body blurred and shot forward with superhuman speed, becoming nothing but a flickering shadow in their eyes.
"What the!?"
CRACK!
Before the first man could finish his exclamation, Iris's heavy leather boot kicked him squarely under the chin! The sound of bone cracking echoed in the quiet alley. His body lifted slightly before he collapsed to the ground, instantly unconscious.
THWACK!
Iris moved continuously, like an acrobat, not wasting the momentum from her first attack. She spun, swinging her other foot to connect precisely with the second man's temple! His eyes rolled back, his brain severely concussed, and his world went dark.
SMACK!
And finally… as her body landed steadily, just as the third man realized what had happened to his friends, he stared, wide-eyed with panic, but it was too late… Iris used one foot to plant herself and kicked with the heel of her other foot, hard and mercilessly, into his face. The faint sound of his nasal bone breaking was heard before his body collapsed to the ground, the last to fall.
The entire punishment… took less than two seconds. It was a silent and elegant dance of death.
The three men didn't even have a chance to scream. They collapsed to the ground, unconscious in an instant, like puppets with their strings cut.
Iris stood in the same spot, as elegant as if she had never moved. Not even a strand of her hair was out of place. She looked at the three piles of "trash" on the ground with a gaze as disdainful and cold as polar ice.
"Hmph. Not only are they weak creatures, they can't even follow a simple agreement..." she said to the unconscious bodies, her voice chilling. "...In that case, they are worthless, and deserve to become food... or a part of my kingdom."
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