Julien gazed at the city through the glass wall, leaning back in the leather chair. From this height, streets looked like thin lines and cars crawled like tiny dots. He wore a white shirt of fine fabric and tailored black pants.
But despite the view, irritation simmered under his skin.
"Tch," he muttered. "You can't even do one job properly, and you call yourself my servant."
"I-I… a-polog-ize…" Natasha's voice trembled, her mouth full.
"Suck properly." Julien's cold, unimpressed gaze pinned her. "Use your fucking tongue."
She shivered and obeyed, taking him deeper until his tip pressed into her throat. A low groan rumbled from his chest, his fingers tightening in her hair.
Saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth as she bobbed faster, wet sounds filling the room.
Her tongue swirled; her throat clenched. He pushed her head down, holding it until she gagged softly.
Her hands gripped his thighs, nails digging in lightly.
She sped up, her head bobbing fast. His cock throbbed, and he gripped her head, cumming in thick streams into her mouth. She swallowed it.
When he let go, she gasped for air, then dove back down, licking him clean before pulling away, lips wet and swollen.
Julien smiled slowly, satisfied. "Now you're getting it."
A knock came at the door.
"Come in," he said, voice calm.
The door opened. Natalia, dressed in a sleek black dress, stepped inside. Her eyes flicked toward Natasha for only a second before she spoke.
"Master, I've found the item you were looking for."
Julien smirked. "Great. Bring it inside."
A few hours ago…
He had been in bed, reading an adult webnovel called Superhero Academy Romance.
It was about monsters appearing through dimensional portals and people awakening superpowers like telepathy, super speed, regeneration, all the usual crap.
The story started fine, with the protagonist joining an academy, hiding his top-tier unique superpower. But then he turned out to be an idiot, getting euphoric from holding hands and thinking girls would fall for him just because he talked to them.
Worse, the author delayed every sex scene until the very end of the novel, only for them to be interrupted by some doomsday twist.
And the ending?
One shitty line about the protagonist and his harem saving the world and living happily ever after.
Julien burned with frustration. He'd wasted a week reading this garbage.
He typed a comment in rage: "Third-rate protagonist. Third-rate plot. Third-rate novel. What a complete waste of time."
Then suddenly his phone began glowing.
It grew brighter and brighter until he couldn't see anything.
When his vision cleared, he was in an endless white space.
A tall woman appeared in a flowing white gown, golden crown on her head, and a wide golden sash around her waist.
"I am the Goddess of Purity," she declared, her voice booming like thunder. "And the author of the story you dared to insult."
Julien raised a brow.
"I know how vile humans are," she said, glaring. "But you are the most disgusting of all. A man who indulges in vulgar acts of—"
"Pfft," Julien cut her off.
Her face darkened.
"No wonder the novel sucked if the author is such a fucking loser," he sneered.
She snapped."HOW DARE YOU!"
But he continued, "And did you call yourself Goddess of Purity?" He laughed. "You should rename yourself to Goddess of Virgins."
Her fists clenched, teeth biting her lip in fury.
"An adult novel without sex scenes is just a kids' romance story." He scoffed.
"Fine." She raised her hands; light flared between her fingers. "Live as the third-rate villain in the third-rate story you so despise."
Golden light burst.
The next thing he knew, he was in the body of Julien D'chesray, whose parents had just died in an accident an hour ago, while his elder siblings scrambled to seize the family's properties.
Worse, in the novel, this whole arc was reduced to a dog fight, ending with the original Julien going berserk, becoming a national threat, then dying pathetically when the protagonist showed up to save the day.
'And that's exactly what the goddess must be hoping for me.'
'But…'
His eyes fell on the dark mana stone Natalia had brought him, a stone said to grant an ability strong enough to rival even the protagonist's.
He picked it up.
Dark violet flames burst from his palm, twisting upward like living serpents that curled over his shoulder and wrapped around his body.
The flames gathered before him, swirling tighter until a book emerged. Its scorched leather cover was locked with metal clasps, strange symbols pulsing faintly along its spine.
The book snapped open on its own. Pages flipped rapidly before stopping halfway. Lines of text bled into existence across the parchment.
- - - - - - -
Contractor: Julien D'chesray
Contractee: [ … ]
Rules:
1. Contracts must be fair.
2. Both parties must agree willingly. Forced contracts are void.
3. Terms must be clear and understood by both parties.
4. Breaking a contract brings severe consequences.
- - - - - - -
His gaze lingered on the book for a moment before breaking as Natasha and Natalia stepped forward. "Congratulations, Master, on awakening your superpower."
Julien turned, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
His tone sharpened. "Now answer me honestly. What is the most valuable thing in your life?"
They replied instantly, like clockwork, "It is you, Master."
The faint smile on his lips deepened into a confident smirk.
His voice rose. "I, Contractor Julien D'chesray, hereby propose a contract to Contractees Natasha and Natalia."
A translucent violet thread stretched between their chests, connecting their hearts.
"In this contract, Natasha and Natalia sell their life, soul, and everything they have to me. In exchange, I vow never to harm myself."
He tilted his head. "Do you accept?"
Their gazes steadied, and they knelt in unison. "We agree."
The words etched themselves into the book. The violet thread pulsed once, then faded.
The book closed with a heavy thud, and the violet flames vanished.
Then, without wasting time, Julien murmured, "Steel Strength."
A rush of energy surged through him, raw and alive, tightening his muscles.
He raised his hand and slammed it down on the desk.
The table shattered into two pieces as if it were fragile glass, not solid wood.
A slow smile spread across Julien's face. Just as he suspected, he was now able to use Natasha's superpower.
Natasha clapped softly. Natalia shot her a sharp glare, silently warning her to behave.
Before Julien could respond to their brief silent exchange, a servant entered without knocking. "My lord, your siblings will arrive in twenty minutes."
Julien glanced at Natalia.
She met his gaze and said, "The route is prepared. We can leave anytime."
"Good." Julien's voice was calm but firm. "Pack everything. We leave in five minutes."
Natasha and Natalia bowed and left.
Julien grabbed the long black coat from the chair and slipped it over his white shirt.
'Family drama?' He smiled coldly. 'The solution is simple, just leave the fucking nation.'