The anger and hatred I felt for Gwenneth was a fire burning in my blood, and Zoey was the only available outlet for its release. Without mercy, I took her hard and rough, as if every brutal thrust of my hips was a counter-punch against my stepsister's vicious schemes.

"Ah! Nngh—!" Zoey moaned, her face buried in the pillow, trying to muffle her increasingly loud and wild cries. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her body swaying helplessly to the frantic rhythm I set.

"Gwenneth... You bitch!" I growled between ragged breaths, never ceasing my assault. "You arrogant whore! You think you've won?!"

Our sounds—my furious grunts, Zoey's moans tangled between pain and pleasure, and the relentless slap of skin—echoed in the small room, so loud they almost certainly leaked into the next room.

Zoey, unaccustomed to such intensity and roughness, was quickly swept into a vortex of intoxicating pleasure. Her body trembled and climaxed repeatedly, showing how much more easily she succumbed to desire compared to the resilient Delilah.

[Zoey's Sexual Arousal increased to 70 (+1)]

[Your Dominance over Zoey Increases to 67%.]

[...]

Smack!

"You think you can defeat me, Gwen?" I barked, slapping her plump buttocks, leaving a red mark. "You see this?! This is what you get!"

"Ah! Nngh~! S-slow down~!" Zoey pleaded, her voice muffled by the pillow.

"NO SLOWING DOWN!" I drove deeper into her, making her scream. "She sent a bomb, Gwenneth! A BOMB! You hear me?! She almost killed me!"

I flipped her over roughly, forcing her onto her knees. From behind, I invaded her again, my hands gripping her waist tightly. "She took them! My mother and my sister! Mine! SHE TOOK WHAT'S MINE!"

Zoey could no longer hold back her voice. Her moans and screams shattered the night's silence, clearly audible even through the walls. "Aah! Master! T-Too~! Deep! Ngggh!"

"Damn whore! All women are whores to me! You! My stepmother! My stepsister! And you, Gwenneth! One day you'll end up just like this too! Writhing beneath me!"

The peak of my rage and this forced pleasure finally arrived. With a furious roar, I reached my climax, pumping all my hatred and frustration into Zoey. Her body shook, sobbing as she released her own fluids.

But I didn't stop; my maximum Libido was truly something else.

Creek...

A sliver of light from the hallway sliced through the darkness of the room.

Behind the slightly ajar door stood a small figure—Lily. Her black curly hair was messy, her big eyes, so like her mother's, were still puffy and glassy from being woken from sleep. She rubbed her eyes with a tiny fist, her face innocent and full of confusion.

"Mommy? What's that sound? Are you okay? It sounds... like it hurts," the little girl asked innocently.

Zoey froze beneath me, her body, which had been arched in pleasure, suddenly stiff. A burning shame washed over her face, already flushed with desire.

"L-Lily~! G-Get out!" she shouted, her voice hoarse and breathless. She tried to push me away, but her hands were weak. "Go~! Back to your room! This—this isn't for children!"

But strangely, even as her words told her daughter to leave, her body grew wetter and more demanding, responding to my touch even more wildly. The contrast between her words and her body language was stark.

I didn't slow my pace one bit. In fact, while maintaining a steady rhythm with my hips, I turned my head to look at Lily, who still stood in the doorway, bewildered.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," I said, my voice flat despite my slightly labored breathing. "Your mother isn't in pain. She's working."

"W-working?" Lily furrowed her cute brow, her eyes shifting from my face to her mother's sweaty, rocking back.

"Yes," I replied, thrusting deeper and making Zoey let out a long, sharp cry as she clutched the sheets. "Her new job is to serve me. And as you can see... she's really enjoying it."

"But... but her sounds..." Lily protested, still doubtful.

"I'm not in pain, Sweetie!" Zoey cried out, her voice breaking between shame and waves of pleasure. "Ahn~ Mommy... Mommy is fine! Now... just go!"

"Right," I chimed in, holding Lily's innocent gaze as I deepened my penetration, making Zoey scream loudly. "Your mother is just... very enthusiastic about her new job. She loves it very much."

Lily still looked unsure, but before she could ask anything else, Zoey, driven by shame and the need to focus on her nearing climax, yelled, "Lily! Go to bed! Now! Mommy has to... has to focus... on work!"

Hearing her mother's firm command, Lily finally nodded slowly and closed the bedroom door, leaving the two of us alone.

"Good slave," I snarled, growing more energetic as I pounded into her fully subdued body, both physically and mentally.

Zoey could only moan and writhe now, completely becoming the vessel for my lust and hatred for Gwenneth, while I relentlessly pounded her womb without mercy.

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A few days passed with me staying at Zoey's place. The incident with the assassins left its mark; I was now far more cautious. Every time I stepped out, I always activated the [Faceless Mask], my face shifting into ordinary, forgettable visages, hiding my true identity behind a veil of illusion.

In between, I also had to fulfill my duties as the fake "Iron Knight." I attended several guild meetings with Ruth, standing among the other Hunters while constantly acting and pretending. I even had to give a speech once in front of the Crimson Dawn guild members to motivate them and boost their loyalty.

Furthermore, the [Weekly Quest] that had appeared needed completing: conquering a Rank D dungeon solo.

Fortunately, this time there were no strange incidents or unexpected monsters. Just routine battles that I handled easily thanks to my new stats. Once I defeated the dungeon boss, the awaited notification appeared.

[Weekly Quest Completed]

[You have received 200 EXP.]

After exiting the dungeon and cleaning off the monster grime and blood, I decided to relax for a bit in a city park. Sitting on a bench, my eyes scanned the surroundings—perhaps intentionally—lingering on every pretty woman who passed by.

A young woman in a white skirt and a tight yellow T-shirt sat not far away, laughing lightly with her friend.

My eyes traced the curves of her slender frame, imagining pushing her down onto the grass, tearing her innocent white skirt, and hearing her laughter turn to moans as I forced myself inside her.

I pictured her small hands clutching the grass while I held her waist from behind, pounding into her mercilessly under the sun.

Then, a young mother pushing a stroller walked past. She wore a simple floral dress that highlighted how plump and fertile her body was after childbirth.

My mind instantly wandered to her heavy, milk-filled breasts, and how I wanted to rip that dress off, lick and suck her nipples, before pressing her to the ground and filling her fertile womb with my seed, right beside her helpless child.

Next, a pretty jogger in tight shorts and a sweat-soaked tank top approached. Her steps were agile, her body athletic and muscular. Her breath came in slight puffs.

I imagined trapping her behind the trees, covering her mouth with my hand while tearing her thin shorts. I pictured how tight and hot her athletic body would be, how she would struggle in vain while I took her roughly from behind, hearing her moan with every slap of my hips against her firm buttocks.

'Damn, my libido is screaming. Guess I need to go to the Hunter Trade District again with Ruth. Buy a new artifact, or maybe something that can slightly dampen the fire in my groin,' I thought, trying to shift my focus. I could just do everything I was imagining right now, but I figured I should practice some restraint.

Just as my imagination was peaking—visualizing the pretty jogger's face contorted in pleasure—the phone in my pocket vibrated and rang. I cursed inwardly, almost not wanting to answer it. But when I looked at the screen, the name displayed was: Arianna.

The reason she had my number and I had hers was simple: I'd given it to her via DM on her social media. After all, she was my pet. I should be able to contact her whenever I want, and she should always be ready to answer.

I answered the call.

"What?"

Arianna's voice, usually so tomboyish and confident, now sounded tense and nervous on the other end. "I-I... It's about Nerissa. She... she has a video. A recording of us two doing that in the... the bathroom that time."

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