"You, you, bastard,"
Sophie was glaring at me, and the anger was evident in her eyes, her teeth were clenched, and her body was trembling, and the only thing stopping her from doing anything was the fact that there were many people present in the room.
It wasn't like she was weak.
No.
In fact, she was just as strong as Nisha. They were rivals of sorts in terms of everything.
Their magic, their strength, and even the grades they got.
Everything was almost the same, and that was why the two of them had a rivalry of sorts and would compete with each other.
Their beauty, their curves, and their breasts' roundness were also almost the same, however, despite having the same, their hair and eye color were different.
The other difference between the two was their facial features.
Where Nisha's face was a little longer and her eyes were sharper, Sophie had a more oval-shaped face, and her eyes were not that sharp.
"You bastard, you will pay for this,"
Sophie pointed her finger at me and I, with a smile on my face, looked at her.
That same cliche line.
I have heard this before, and it has always been the same.
The protagonist's enemy, or the antagonist would threaten the protagonist and would say, "You will pay for what you have done, meh, meh, meh," or whatever.
It is such a common cliche line, and I don't understand why anyone would even use such a line.
Is there some sort of unwritten rule about using that line?
Well, no matter.
"What? If you are going to do something, then, write down my address, 'XXXXX'."
I gave her the address of my house. I don't know how but I just knew it, maybe it was the system's doing or something.
But that wasn't important and I continued to speak.
"If you send any men then they will either come back with their bones shattered or their limbs severed, and their faces are smashed."
Saying that, I glanced at Nisha, who had a smile on her face and her eyes were flashing a glint of sadism, a glint of satisfaction was evident in her eyes.
"And," I turned my head and looked at Sophie before continuing,
"If you send any women then, they won't be able to return. So, think carefully, before you make any decisions."
I smiled and patted Sophie's shoulder, and a shiver ran down her spine.
"However, if you came yourself, then, it will be a different story."
My hand was on her shoulder, and she, despite her anger, didn't slap it off. Instead, she bit her lips and her gaze avoided me, her eyes wandered around the hall.
"You, I won't let you off," She muttered under her breath, her voice low, as she didn't want me to hear it.
However, I could hear her loud and clear.
But, I didn't say anything and just shrugged.
I removed my hand from her shoulder, and then, Nisha grabbed my arm.
"Let's go, Rael."
"Sure,"
I nodded and we left the hall.
As for Sophie, I will just wait for her tomorrow, since I believe she will be the one who will visit me.
....
..
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After reaching outside and getting in Nisha's car, she quickly turned the engine on and drove away from the mansion.
The road was empty, and we were driving for a few minutes when Nisha spoke.
"You did great, Rael,"
She complimented me and her lips curved into a grin, her eyes focused on the road, as she increased the speed.
Nevertheless, alongside her happy mood, there was also another emotion present.
Blush was apparent on her cheeks, and her thighs were rubbing against each other, and I could see her nipples poking against her dress.
It was obvious, that Nisha was feeling aroused, and was looking forward to ahem, what she promised me.
However, I decided not to mention anything about her horny state and just continued to sit beside her.
"R-Rael,"
She was struggling to maintain her composure, her thighs were trembling and her hands were clenched tightly on the steering wheel.
I already know what she is gonna say.
But, let's pretend like I don't know.
"What is it, Nisha?"
"Umm, where do you want... want to go, Rael."
She must mean where I want to violate her.
"Hmm, let's go to my house."
I suggested and a surprised look appeared on Nisha's face.
"Y-your house?"
"Yes," I nodded.
"W-why, your house? Why not, a hotel, or something like that?"
"Nah," I waved my hand and said, "The feeling of doing it in your own home is different. It's special."
I told her my reason, and Nisha's blush deepened, and her eyes widened, and the car swerved a little.
She was shocked, but not because of the fact that we were gonna do something we shouldn't, but because I wanted to do it in my own home, in the place where I lived.
And Nisha was feeling a lot more embarrassed.
She had imagined that she would be in a hotel, where no one knew her, or where she could get embarrassed.
But, to do it in my place means that my stepmom and step-sister would also hear us.
It was an embarrassing thought, but at the same time, a little exciting.
She was feeling ashamed, but she didn't say anything and just focused on driving.
"A-alright, let's go to your place, then."
Nisha agreed, and I didn't say anything, and the ride became silent.