It was a quest that appeared right after I kicked Alex's naked face in the classroom hallway, after humiliating him and walking away. The system notification suddenly floated before my eyes.

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[REVENGE QUEST]

TARGET: Alex Rutherford

OBJECTIVE: Bring Alex Rutherford to absolute despair. Drive him to end his own life.

REWARD: 10,000 EXP.

[Accept: y / n]

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As I read it, my heart was instantly filled with a dark satisfaction.

Perfect. That was exactly what I wanted to do to him.

I wanted him to lose everything—his dignity, his reputation, his family, and finally, his hope. I wanted him to see the hell I created for him and decide the only way out was to cut the thread of life itself.

Knowing the quest existed, that the system acknowledged my intent, felt like a blessing for my cruel plan.

And now, the notification was a sweet confirmation. Alex Rutherford had finally taken the easiest way out for himself.

A deep weariness filled every fiber of my muscles, but I was satisfied. Truly satisfied.

Nothing is more crushing for a bastard like him than ending his own life after losing everything. That's why my revenge on him was the lightest. I let him die. As for the other four—Yukie, Maximus, Isabel, Nerissa—they shouldn't expect such comfort. I'll make sure they live long enough to regret every breath they took near me.

These thoughts floated in my mind but were soon drowned by a powerful wave of physical sensation.

On top of my lying body, Delilah was crawling. Her enormous, plump breasts hung right above my face. I grabbed them; I couldn't help but marvel at their size, my hands barely able to contain them. I squeezed and kneaded them roughly, like milking an actual cow. Her smooth, warm skin felt incredible in my grasp.

"Ahh... M-Master... be gentle..." Delilah moaned. From her already swollen, dark red nipples, thick white milk began to drip.

I didn't hesitate. I lifted my head and immediately took one into my mouth, sucking on her nipple. Warm, sweet milk gushed down my throat. It felt amazing, restoring my energy, but there was so much of it that I choked.

"H-hhk!" I pulled my head back, coughing lightly, while milk from her leaking nipple sprayed onto my chin and neck. "Damn it... too much, Cow."

"S-sorry, Master..." Delilah murmured, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure. Her elegant demeanor was completely gone, replaced by the expression of a slut drowning in ecstasy. She squeezed her other breast, directing the milk straight into my mouth. "But... it feels good, right? Mommy's milk... can restore your energy..."

Meanwhile, down below, Charlotte was wildly mounting my cock. She was facing away from me, and to keep her balance amidst the frantic rocking of her body, her wrists—still bound—reached back to grab and clutch Delilah's plump, swaying buttocks right behind her as an anchor.

Every time she raised and lowered herself, she pulled on Delilah's ass, creating a chain of interconnected movement between our three bodies.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Adam! Adam!" Charlotte cried out, each thrust making her body shudder. She wasn't wearing the ball gag anymore, and her usually soft, mature voice was now broken by lust.

Delilah above me, moaning from having her breasts milked and staggering from having her ass pulled by Charlotte, created a perfect symphony of chaos.

All of this... was driving me insane. The exhaustion, the satisfaction of revenge, the incredible physical pleasure, and absolute dominance over these beautiful women all swirled into one.

I let myself sink into that vortex until finally, total darkness and exhaustion overwhelmed me.

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The next day, the headline on every TV channel was about the "Horrific Rutherford Family Massacre."

"...a deadly tragedy at the Rutherford family home. All family members, including the Black Sun Guild Master, Orville Rutherford, were found dead under horrific circumstances. Surprisingly, initial investigations suggest the perpetrators were the household servants and security staff themselves..."

I grinned, sipping the juice Delilah had made.

'Of course,' I thought with a smile. I had used the [Faceless Mask] almost the entire time. To all cameras and eyewitnesses, what they saw was the faces of servants slaughtering and violating each other.

"... However, many speculate that this tragedy is connected to the incident a few days ago, where the world's current strongest Hunter, the Star Witch, destroyed the Black Sun headquarters. Is this an act of revenge? We have contacted the Hunter Association for confirmation..."

At that moment, from her study, I heard Delilah speaking on the phone. Her voice was elegant, calm, and authoritative—a world away from the whining slut from last night.

"...Archer, I've already explained. My actions against Black Sun were merely a warning, as a mother whose child was harassed. That matter is closed. I have no further business with that family, let alone would I commit... a mass murder like that. It's utterly vile."

She paused to listen for a moment, then continued, "I understand your concern. But please, don't associate my name with such a criminal tragedy."

The call ended. A moment later, Delilah emerged from the study. She had showered and was neatly dressed in a simple yet elegant house dress, her hair tied up neatly.

She sat on the sofa next to me, sinking into the cushions with grace. But I knew, beneath it all, was the body that had crawled and moaned like a whore last night, her nipples still slightly sore from being sucked and squeezed all night.

She sat on the sofa next to me, her body touching my arm.

"Are you satisfied, Darling?" she asked softly. "Are you content? How do you feel now that you've... succeeded in your revenge?"

I looked at her. Her golden eyes held genuine tenderness and also... desire. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close, embracing her possessively. My hand stroked her fine, blonde hair. Her body was incredibly soft and warm, a delight to touch.

"Satisfied?" I murmured, kissing her forehead. "Not yet. Far from it, Mom. This is just the beginning. Alex was merely the first. The easiest one. There are many more names on my list."

Delilah looked up, her eyes meeting mine. "There are others? At the academy?"

I nodded slowly. "Many, Mom. Everyone who ever laughed, mocked, or even just stood by while I was tormented. They will all face the consequences. But especially... those four."

Delilah was silent for a moment, perhaps processing that information. Then, she asked gently, "Is there... anything Mom can help with again? Like with Alex?"

My smile widened. My stepmother had truly changed completely. From the cold woman who hated me, she had become my most loyal ally and tool for revenge—and a lewd one at that.

"I deeply appreciate your offer, Mom," I said, my fingers beginning to trail from her hair down her slender neck to her exposed shoulder. "But for them... I want to take it slow. Savor every second of their downfall."

My hand crept lower, brushing the top of her breast beneath the fabric. "And... for now, there is one thing you can definitely help me with."

Delilah could already guess. Her cheeks flushed, but a small, seductive smile appeared on her lips. "What is it, Darling?"

I brought my lips close to her ear. "You can help me... with this incredible body of yours. Right now."

"Bua~" Delilah hissed, pushing my shoulder weakly, but her eyes sparkled. "You pervert. You just woke up, and your mind is already there again?"

"It's because you're too tempting," I countered, my hand already kneading her breast through the fabric. "You're the one who makes me like this. Every time I see you, I just want to strip you naked and take you right then and there."

"Adam!" she protested, but it was a weak protest. Her body was already arching into my touch. "You... your words are getting more and more shameless. You weren't like this before."

"Because I was afraid before," I whispered, now kissing her neck. "Now I'm not afraid anymore. Now I want to possess everything I desire. And you, Mom... are what I desire the most."

"So... I'm just one of the things you want?" she teased, but her tone showed she was enjoying the attention.

"I want many things, Mom," I admitted, my hands starting to undo the buttons of her dress. "But you... you're special."

Her dress opened, revealing her plump white skin and the large breasts I knew so intimately. "And for that, you will always receive special treatment from me."

We flirted, exchanged lewd banter, in the quiet morning atmosphere of the living room. But suddenly, my phone lying on the table vibrated. I glanced at it. On the screen was a name that made my smile grow even wider.

My girlfriend Sonya.

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