Almost on reflex, I locked eyes with her blazing gaze and activated [Mind Control].

Instantly, the sharp, dangerous glint in Yumi's eyes faded, replaced by a flat emptiness and obedience. The tension in the air, thick with menacing desire that had almost suffocated me, vanished at once.

Slowly, I felt the heat in my body subside. My heavy breathing gradually returned to normal, but the lingering annoyance and slight fear from moments before remained.

"Damn it… that was way too close," I muttered inwardly. "What the hell was she planning to do to me? Was she actually trying to rape me? Crazy bitch!"

My gaze then fell upon Yumi, now standing obediently like a doll, before shifting to the shop around us, filled with various toys and sex aids.

A childish, malicious, and vengeful intent surfaced in my mind. Since she was a bitch who forced her desires on others, I would leave her with a memory she wouldn't easily forget.

"Yumi," I commanded in a cold voice. "Squat on that counter table. Put your hands behind your back. Spread your pussy wide open for me."

Yumi slowly climbed up and positioned herself in a squat on the sturdy wooden counter. She folded her arms behind her back, pushing her voluptuous chest forward. Then, she spread her thighs wide apart, revealing her entire groin area, covered only by a very thin black lace thong. The lips of her pussy were faintly visible.

I started walking around the shop, quickly gathering various accessories that caught my eye. Returning to her, I began decorating her body with my chosen items.

First, a strong black leather strap I tightened around her wrists, already bound behind her back. I hung a gag ball in her mouth, silencing her and forcing her mouth to stay wide open. I blindfolded her with a leather blindfold, plunging her into darkness.

I collared her with a leather collar featuring a metal ring at the front. From there, I attached a leash and clipped the other end to the metal nipple clamps gripping her already swollen breasts firmly.

I put fuzzy black ankle cuffs on both her ankles, connected by a short chain that restricted her movement. On her crotch, I secured a butterfly vibrator against her swollen clit, locking it in place with its strap. Into her back entrance, I inserted a fox-tail anal plug. Then, I clipped a small devil horn headpiece into her hair.

Finally, on the table in front of her displayed body, I placed a large, flesh-colored dildo, as if waiting to be used.

I took a step back, admiring my handiwork. Yumi, who just moments ago was so confident and seductive, now looked like a bound and displayed sex doll.

She sat squatting on the table, her body adorned with various implements from head to toe. Her breath came in ragged gasps through the ball in her mouth, her chest rising and falling with the suction cups and metal clamps making her nipples look tortured.

The vibrator on her pussy buzzed loudly, while the fox tail in her ass swayed gently with every tiny movement she made. She looked incredibly sexy in a position that was simultaneously humiliating and debasing.

[You have successfully made Yumi climax.]

[Yumi's Sexual Arousal automatically drops to 88]

Bitch.

I was quite satisfied with my creation. Checking the remaining time on [Mind Control], I decided to leave. Before walking out, I threw one last look at her.

"This is the last time I'm coming to this shop," I said, then turned my back and left her there alone in the shop—bound, exposed, and completely helpless, waiting for the moment her consciousness returned and she realized the full extent of the humiliation she had received.

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I walked away from "The Kinky Corner" with a twisted sense of satisfaction. The image of Yumi, bound and powerless, was still fresh in my mind, and it was enough to quell the remaining anger and fear from earlier. In fact, a small sense of pride emerged.

Look, a Rank S Awakener, so dangerous, reduced to a plaything with just one glance.

That thought made me even more arrogant. I don't need to fear Yumi, I boasted inwardly. Why should I? With the skills I possess—[Time Stop], [Mind Control]—who in this world could truly pose a threat to me? On top of that, I have Delilah, the Star Witch, the woman considered the strongest by many, as my slave. Who would dare raise a hand against me?

Even a being like Axis, who called himself an Apostle of Space and was clearly on a different level, didn't completely intimidate me now. Deep down, I was fairly confident my [Mind Control] would work even on him. Probably.

In the end, there was nothing I needed to fear. I could easily kill anyone who stood in my way. I could do whatever I wanted. This world was my playground.

As if the universe wanted to mock my naive arrogance, suddenly...

Crack!

A sharp, brief sound split the air. Before my brain could even process it, a bullet shot from somewhere, heading straight for my head!

Brennnng!

A shimmering bluish plane of energy suddenly materialized, just a few inches in front of my eyes, deflecting the bullet with a loud crackle of energy. The bullet fell to the ground with a feeble pling.

My body jolted violently, my heart stopping for a beat before hammering against my ribs like a war drum. My breath caught in my throat.

'Shit...!' I cursed inwardly. Profound relief and panic mixed into one. The barrier... the [Aegis Pendant] had actually worked. It saved my life. In a moment of carelessness, when my mind was filled with arrogance, someone had almost killed me.

Chaos immediately erupted around me.

"Sniper! There's a sniper!"

"Oh my God! He got shot at!"

"Run! Hurry!"

"... "

People who had been passing by now scrambled, screaming, seeking cover. I stood like a statue amidst the panic, my eyes wide, scanning my surrounding wildly. Rooftops, windows, dark alleys... where? Where did the shot come from? I couldn't see anyone. The shooter was a professional, and brazen enough to attack in the middle of the city like this.

Then, a rage greater than the fear enveloped me.

'Gwen... Bitch! Cunning whore. She didn't come herself, she sent an assassin. She shot me from a distance, like a coward,' I fumed inwardly, teeth gritted in anger. The image of her arrogant, beautiful figure appeared in my mind, now overshadowed by visions of vicious revenge.

'You almost killed me,' I thought, staring blankly at the bullet lying on the ground. If I didn't have the [Aegis Pendant], I'd be dead.

The chaos caused by the gunshot didn't last long. Several city security officers quickly rushed to the scene, securing the area and calming the panicked crowd. One of them, a man in a neat uniform with an authoritative demeanor, approached me.

"Sir, are you alright?" he asked, his eyes scanning my still rigid body. "You were the target. We need to take you to our post for a statement and for your own safety."

I just nodded, my mind still filled with anger and suspicion.

They escorted me to a modest office not far away. Inside the sparsely furnished room, I was briefly interviewed. Who I was, if anyone would want to harm me, if I saw anything.

My answers were brief and vague. I didn't mention Gwenneth's name. This was my business. And they were cooperative enough upon learning I was the Star Witch's son.

After about half an hour, the officer returned with a grim expression. "Sorry, Sir. Our team failed to track the shooter. He was highly professional, left no traces. We'll continue the investigation and inform you if there are any developments."

I sighed, feigning disappointment. "Fine. I just want to go home now."

"Given the situation, we'll escort you home in a service vehicle to ensure your safety," he said.

I agreed. Better that way. I still felt uneasy.

The vehicle looked ordinary. I got into the back seat, trying to calm down. However, the longer the car drove, the more a bad feeling grew in my gut.

The route we were taking... it wasn't the way to my house. At first I thought maybe it was a detour due to damage on the main road, but when the car turned towards a quiet industrial area, my heart began to pound.

"Excuse me, this isn't the way to my home."

The driver, silent until now, glanced at me through the rearview mirror.

He didn't answer.

"Hey, I'm talking to you. You're going the wrong way."

No response. His grip on the wheel was steady, too steady, as he drove deeper into the empty district. Warning bells screamed in my head.

Shit!

Without even turning his head, the driver used his right hand to draw a suppressed pistol from inside his jacket. He aimed it backward through the gap between the seats, his cold eyes flicking up to meet mine in the mirror.

"Relax, sir," he said flatly, the car still speeding forward. "We'll arrive at your destination soon."

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