On the quiet rooftop of Nine Stars Academy, Arianna Blazinger sat with an air of casual dominance. However, her seat wasn't an inanimate object, but the body of Nerissa, the pink-haired girl now bent into a shameful and torturous position.

Nerissa's arms and legs were forced to support the combined weight of both Arianna and herself. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of shame, anger, and fear. She never expected her attempt to threaten Arianna would end like this.

One of Arianna's hands gripped the back of Nerissa's neck. Not to choke her, but the skin of Arianna's palm radiated a searing heat, burning the soft skin of Nerissa's neck until it blistered and smoked. But each time her skin charred, her regeneration ability kicked in to heal the wound, only for it to be burned again in an endless cycle of torture.

"How dare you," Arianna hissed, "a mere pet dog of Yukie's, threaten me."

Despite the pain, Nerissa managed a bitter internal retort. 'You're the one who barks and moans like a bitch in heat when that loser is on top of you!'

Arianna continued, her voice cold. "You think I'm scared? Pointless. Go ahead, spread that video all over the academy if you dare."

Nerissa could hardly believe what she was hearing.

Arianna smirked, enjoying Nerissa's confusion and despair. "Who do you think will believe that video is real? I can just say it's a deepfake made by someone, and everyone will believe that. With my reputation, who would believe your video?"

She then leaned down, bringing her mouth close to Nerissa's burning ear, her whisper like a gust of fire. "But, should you be foolish enough to spread it... you remember my mother, don't you? The former member of the Guardian Council. Imagine her fury if someone tried to ruin her only daughter's name. She wouldn't hesitate to crush you, and your entire pathetic little family, into dust that wouldn't even be recognizable."

Nerissa fell silent. Everything Arianna said made sense. She had no power, physically or politically, to fight Arianna, let alone her mother, the Academy Head. Her own family, while strong, was no match for Arianna's mother.

The threat she thought was her weapon had backfired, obliterating what little dignity she had left. She could only stare blankly at the concrete floor, accepting her defeat while Arianna's rear end remained arrogantly planted on her back.

The scenes from the video Nerissa had just forced her to watch sent a strange thrill through Arianna's blood. Ever since Adam had taken her virginity in that bathroom, something had changed inside her—a disturbing, foreign sensation.

What drove her even crazier was the paradox within herself. She had been violated, humiliated, and treated like an animal by Adam.

Yet, whenever the memory surfaced, it wasn't pure anger that was triggered, but a dark, uninvited thrill that made her whole body feel hot. It was like a fire igniting between her thighs, reminding her of every rough touch and degrading word from Adam.

"He should be the one who's my dog, not the other way around!" she fumed inwardly, trying to fight the feeling.

But the truth was, since that night, she found herself lying in bed almost every night, her fingers trying to mimic what Adam had done.

Yet, the result was always the same: an empty satisfaction that could never match, let alone surpass, the wave of wild pleasure Adam had forced upon her. The memory of her own moans, writhing helplessly, and reaching climax under Adam's absolute control haunted her and frustrated her in equal measure. She hated Adam, but her body craved that roughness.

To make it worse, Adam, that loser, had been scarcely seen at the academy lately. His absence only made Arianna more irritated and... lonely? The feeling was driving her insane.

So, when Nerissa's threat emerged, a part of Arianna saw it as the perfect excuse to contact Adam and confirm something.

Her hand trembled as she held her phone, not from fear of Nerissa's threat, but from nervousness at the thought of talking to Adam.

When the call connected, her voice sounded stammering, "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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Arianna's report didn't surprise me, nor did it stir any particular concern.

"I don't care," I replied flatly, my gaze fixed on the people milling about in the park below.

On the other end of the line, Arianna fell silent, clearly taken aback by my indifference.

I continued, "You can handle a minor issue like that yourself. Besides, you have your wonderful mother, don't you? Just drop her name, that should be enough to make Nerissa back down and think twice about spreading that video."

Arianna stifled a gasp. My words echoed her own thoughts exactly.

Hearing only silence, I pressed further. "Be honest, Arianna. What's the real reason you called? Don't tell me… you miss me?"

"N-No!" she denied, her voice sharp and a little too quick. "Don't be ridiculous!"

A smirk tugged at my lips. Her flustered denial was more telling than any admission.

"I'll be returning to the academy soon," I explained. "I just have some family business to wrap up first. And when I do… I was thinking of taking you out."

"O-Out?" she repeated, confusion in her voice. "You mean… like a date?"

A short, cynical laugh escaped me. "If you consider a master taking his pet dog for a walk a date, then by all means, call it that."

Click.

The line went dead. She had hung up.

I frowned, looking at the dark screen of my phone.

'I guess I need to teach my dog some manners,' I thought with annoyance. She really needs a lesson on how to behave towards her owner.

Meanwhile, on the other end, Arianna threw her phone aside. Her face was flushed crimson, a mix of embarrassment and anger.

"That bastard's lost his mind! Perverted weirdo!" she cursed through gritted teeth.

But even as her words were full of rage, her body told her a different story. Her cheeks felt hot, her heart was pounding, and a strange warmth spread through her thighs.

My crude words had only disturbed her more—and the most humiliating part was, she couldn't deny that a part of her was growing even more curious about the outing offered by her new master.

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After sating my desires to the point where Zoey passed out with a smile of satisfaction etched on her face, I decided to try something.

The [Dreamweaver] skill, unused since my exploration into Delilah's dreams, still left a faint ache in my head as a reminder of its risks. But its description said I could enter the dreams of those near me and those I had slept with.

How exactly do I enter the dreams of the women I've conquered?

Focusing, I activated the skill, letting my consciousness sink. I fell asleep, and a strange sensation washed over me, like being sucked into a dark vortex.

Suddenly, I was standing in a boundless, pitch-black space. The floor beneath my feet felt solid yet invisible, like walking on frozen darkness.

However, in this sea of black, there were islands of light—several bedrooms floating, each encased in their own bubble of dream reality, their contents clearly visible to me.

The closest was Sonya's room. I approached, seeing her sleeping soundly on a simple bed. My chest tightened with an unexpected pang of longing. She was the first. The woman who introduced me to this pleasure. Seeing her so peaceful, I almost wanted to wake her, remind her body of my touch.

I restrained myself and moved to the next room. There, Zoey lay in the state I'd left her, still naked and limp, a satisfied smile on her pretty face.

Then, my feet carried me to a room filled with stuffed toys and pastel colors. In the middle of it lay Angeline. My sweet little stepsister slept with a slight frown, as if something was disturbing her dreams.

"She must be missing me," I thought with a deep, possessive feeling.

The next room made me pause longer. There, Arianna lay completely naked, displaying her athletic body. I couldn't help but admire every inch of her.

Finally, I reached the last two rooms, the ones I'd been anticipating most. First, Delilah. My stepmother lay on a large bed, her usually cold face now serene in sleep.

And the last one was... Gwenneth's room.

Something I hadn't expected at all.

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