The rooftop terrace was all gleam and glass, the kind of place where money drank money and nobody ever said the prices out loud. White lights glowed from chandeliers hung beneath a glass canopy, polished marble ran slick under expensive shoes, and beyond the railing, the city stretched out in a sheet of gold.
Every man here wore power on his cufflinks. Every woman glittered in pearls and diamond bracelets. But the hum of conversation dropped the instant Jack walked through the double doors.
Helena followed on his arm — pearls at her throat, silk hugging her hips, the faint tremble of someone who'd just turned her back on her husband. Carla trailed behind, hair pinned up too neatly, legs unsteady in heels that weren't meant for climbing into circles like this.
Eyes turned. Phones lifted. Whispers ran like a current:
That's Helena Cross.
With him? Who is he?
And the secretary?
Christ, she brought both…
Jack's grin sharpened as he cut through the murmurs. This was exactly the reaction he wanted.
The System chimed in his skull, the words glittering cold:
[Quest Path Active: Stage the Crown]
Objective: Publicly demonstrate control of Helena Cross and Carla Vance.
Reward: +1200 XP | Reputation +40 | Rival Suppression Multiplied (x2)]
He didn't bother with the corner booths or shadows. He strode straight to the heart of the terrace, where a single lacquered barstool stood beside the counter. Polished wood, worth thousands. A piece of furniture meant to be admired. Jack sat on it like a throne.
The room hushed to a pressure cooker.
The Setup
Helena lingered at his side, eyes darting across the faces staring back at her. These were her husband's peers, men who'd shaken his hand, women who'd complimented her pearls. She could see the judgment in their stares. The disbelief.
Carla hovered a step back, cheeks burning, throat tight. She wasn't built for this room — not the silk, not the skyline, not the way everyone looked at her like she was out of place.
Jack tilted his head, slow, savoring the moment. "Carla."
Her name cut across the rooftop like a whip.
She dropped instantly, knees cracking against marble. Gasps scattered the crowd. A man swore under his breath. A woman's laughter broke sharp, too high, too nervous.
She opened her mouth, lips trembling as she placed her mouth around Jacks cock. First slow, then steadier, letting herself fall into rhythm while the crowd whispered in disbelief. Carla loved it. She kept the rhythm steady twirling her head , and sucking back like a suction cup.
Jack's hand curled in her hair, steadying her, forcing her into orbit. His eyes lifted to Helena.
"And you."
Helena's chest rose, pearls trembling against her throat. She froze. She could feel every stare. She could already hear her husband's voice in her head.
Jack tugged her forward. Her body bent with the pull, dress riding higher as he bent her across the barstool. Gasps rippled again. Someone's champagne glass slipped from their hand, shattering against marble.
With no hesitation, Helena bent over the barstool, body displayed under the lights, her defiance made visible. — All the crowd saw was Helena's bare ass cheeks, shining in the faint glow, pussy throbbing and dripping from watching Carla suck Jacks cock. She was ready for Jack.
The whispers spread like fire:
He's insane.
That's the landlord's wife—
Doesn't she care? Doesn't he care?
Jack didn't hear shame. He heard music.
The System roared approval:
[Reputation +25 | Current: 15 → 40 (Feared)]
[Rival Marcus Weakness Exploited: Envy]
[Control Reduced: 15% → 8%]
The Audience
Every eye was glued to them now. Carla on the floor, Helena bent over luxury furniture worth more than most people's lives, Jack sitting between them calm as a king.
He let the moment stretch. Let the shock calcify into awe. Then his voice cut low, cruel, but loud enough to carry.
"Look at them."
Heads turned. Phones flashed. Nobody dared speak.
"Both of them mine. No rival, no husband, no rumor changes that. Remember it."
Helena whimpered, pearls tangled against wood. Carla trembled on the floor, body already breaking under the weight of the humiliation.
Jack got up firm. He walked closer to Helena, as he brushed his hard throbbing cock against her ass cheeks. He opened her clit and jammed his cock deep inside her hand to throat , thrusting inside her, as the crowd watched. Carla he groaned : get on your knees and eat Helena's pussy now!
Carla bent down tired from the first session , her first public humiliation. She began to lick Helena's clit as Jack thrusted inside Helena. She could feel and taste the sweetness of Helena and the sweetness of Jack. Carla loved every moment.
Jack began to thrust harder into Helena: Carla licked faster but passionately. "I— oh Godddd I am king" moaned Jack. Helena's eyes twirled back , as she squirted all over Carla's face. "Yesss daddy , yes you nasty bitch" Helena groaned, while looking into Carla's eyes satisfied, and disgusted at what she's just done.
The terrace cracked wide with reactions — one man turned away in disgust, another grinned like he'd paid to see it. Women whispered behind jeweled hands. The skyline glowed harder, cameras catching every angle.
The System erupted:
[Quest Complete: Stage the Crown]
Reward: +1200 XP | Reputation +40]
[Bond Strengths: Helena 92% → 96% | Carla 90% → 95%]
Jack leaned back on the stool, grin razor-sharp. Helena clung to the wood, Carla to his leg, both marked in front of witnesses that would carry this story to every corner of the city.
Marcus's Fury
Across the city, Marcus watched through a proxy feed, jaw clenched so hard his teeth ached. He saw Helena's pearls flashing under the rooftop light. He saw Carla broken on her knees. He saw the crowd whispering.
And he saw Jack smiling.
The System mocked him mercilessly:
[Rival Suppression Triggered]
[Status: Humiliation]
[Control Reduced: 8% → 5%]
Marcus's fist slammed against the glass table, spiderwebbing cracks across its surface. His laugh came out sharp, ragged.
"Fine. Crown yourself, Jack. Because when the fire comes, it's going to eat the throne first."
The System hissed agreement:
[Counter-Quest Active: Burn the Ladder]
Progress: Phase 1 — Structural Sabotage in Motion]
The Warning
Back on the rooftop, the System cut cold in Jack's skull, drowning out Helena's whimpers and Carla's gasps.
[Threshold Breached: Reputation 70+]
[Status: Overexposure]
[Consequence: External Forces Alerted]
Jack's grin didn't fade. It widened.
"Good," he whispered.
Helena's nails dug into lacquered wood. Carla clutched tighter to him. The skyline glowed like a crown of fire.
The System purred judgment:
[Authority Notified: City Enforcement Division]
[ETA: 24h — Investigation Incoming]
Jack looked out over the crowd, then past them — to Marcus, to Helena's husband, to the city itself.
"War's only just starting.