Chapter 15: Sophia Laurent

"Attention!" Mr. Blake the administrator, shouted from the podium, his sharp voice instantly cutting through the noise in the amphitheater.

"Your credit cards are now renewed and loaded with a standard allocation of only one hundred thousand credits!"

An immediate wave of outrage exploded across the crowd.

"One hundred thousand?!" a student yelled. "Are you out of your mind?! That’s barely enough to cover rent and basic equipment!"

"Quiet!" Mr. Blake snapped, his eyes cold as he swept his gaze across the complaining heirs.

"Remember the rules: no deaths allowed. But make no mistake, there will be blood. This exam is not for the weak. If any of you feel you cannot handle the brutal reality of capital warfare, you have three minutes to step down and forfeit your position."

Uncomfortable silence fell over the hall. Within moments, roughly twenty students, a mix of terrified boys and girls from the Top 500, shuffled out of line, voluntarily turning in their badges and withdrawing from the exam.

The remaining students stood their ground, though low murmurs of complaint still echoed throughout the ranks.

"Very well," Mr. Blake said smoothly. He gestured toward the eastern edge of the amphitheater, where a massive mountain cliff face flanked the boundary of the Freshman Sector.

Every single head turned, their eyes drifting in awe toward the location. Set directly into the solid obsidian rock of the cliffside was a colossal, twin-leaf steel gate over fifty feet tall, reinforced with heavy titanium locks and illuminated by blinding floodlights.

With a deafening mechanical roar, the locks disengaged, and the gigantic doors groaned open, revealing a paved highway leading directly into an sprawling, high-tech urban landscape nestled in the valley beyond.

"Uniformly pass through the gates!" Mr. Blake commanded. "Your journey into the open city begins now!"

The excited and ambitious students surged forward in a disciplined mass, passing through the grand portal and fanning out into the bustling, high-density city.

The urban grid was already fully furnished with high-rise apartments, commercial districts, luxury boutiques, and automated supply hubs, all waiting to be claimed, bought, or exploited using their starting capital.

Morales and Chloe walked through the main commercial thoroughfare, evaluating their options. Chloe, being an heiress used to an elite lifestyle, immediately proved to be an absolute big spender.

She dragged Morales into a high-end luxury boutique, casually swiping her card to buy designer home decor and outfits that tightly hugged every curve of her figure, accentuating her heavy chest and narrow waist.

Morales watched her spend without saying a word, since some of the clothes she bought made him think of perverted moments with her, While he managed his own allocation like his very life depended on every single cent, he certainly didn’t mind seeing her in clothes that highlighted her body so perfectly.

By late afternoon, Morales used a portion of his starting funds to secure a luxurious, high-floor apartment overlooking the city skyline.

Inside their newly furnished living room, Chloe dropped her shopping bags onto the couch and turned to Morales, resting her hands on her hips.

"Morales," she asked, tilting her head with a soft pouting expression, "our starting allocation is so small, and prices in this city are insane... how are we going to make real money now?"

Morales smirked, walking over and wrapping his arm tightly around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest. "I have a plan."

Chloe looked up into his electric blue eyes. "A plan? What is it?"

"First," Morales purred, his voice dropping into an intoxicating whisper against her ear, "promise me you won’t get jealous when you see me interacting with other girls." Then he thought, ’Might be more than just interacting.’

Chloe’s emerald eyes opened wide in surprise. She stared at him for a moment before a soft, helpless smile touched her lips. She rested her hands on his broad shoulders, leaning in close. "Well... I suppose I can handle that. As long as you promise you’ll never forget about me."

"Why would I ever do that?" Morales whispered.

Before she could answer, he captured her lips in a deep, possessive kiss.

He lifted her effortlessly into his arms, carrying her straight to the bedroom, and tossed her onto the soft, oversized mattress.

Without breaking the rhythm, Morales stripped away her figure-hugging outfit, exposing her luscious curves to the ambient dim light of the room.

He claimed her body with wild, vigorous passion, driving into her with a relentless, rhythm that sent her loud, ringing moaning echoing off the glass windows.

For nearly two hours, he took her through wave after wave of intense ecstasy until her body shivered uncontrollably beneath his weight and she collapsed into a deep, completely exhausted slumber.

Late into the evening, after ensuring Chloe was sound asleep, Morales changed into a sleek dark jacket and quietly slipped out of the apartment.

The city outside was eerie and quiet, bathed in the soft glow of neon streetlights. Since the students had only just entered the district, most were hiding inside their assigned quarters, leaving the paved streets virtually deserted.

Morales walked through the quiet corridors of the central sector, his sharp eyes taking in the layout of the city to pin down the exact scope of his overall expansion plan.

As he turned down a dark, unlit street near an industrial development zone, faint raised voices caught his attention. He paused, pressing his back against the cool concrete wall of an incomplete, multi-story construction building.

Checking his System interface, Morales casually spent a few pocket credits to purchase a gun from the basic utility shop, tucking the heavy metal into the waist of his trousers for psychological leverage.

He silently climbed the unlit concrete stairs of the unfinished structure, following the sound of harsh shouting.

Inside a cavernous, bare concrete room on the third floor, a high-stakes scene was unfolding.

Bound securely to a steel pillar in the center of the room was a girl.

Even in the shadows, her breathtaking beauty was undeniable, she possessed long, striking hair, cold sharp eyes, and a figure so absurdly voluptuous that her tight uniform top looked as though it were on the absolute verge of bursting open from her heavy chest.

She was Rank 2 of the entire incoming freshman class, the absolute top-tier student of Aurelius Academy.

Standing directly in front of her was an arrogant male heir holding a heavy leather whip, surrounded by three heavily armed lackeys.

"Listen to me closely, you arrogant bitch!" the leader growled, stepping closer and using the handle of his whip to aggressively tilt her chin up. "You’re going to transfer all your top-tier capital access codes to my account right now! If you don’t speak up in the next ten seconds, I’m going to strip you naked, fuck you right here on this cold floor, and make sure my boys and I thoroughly enjoy those massive tits of yours!"