Chapter 121: Punishment

Chapter 121: 121: Punishment

VIP Room 2

The two ladies unceremoniously dumped Mr. Darson onto the plush, oversized bed of VIP Room 2. Casting one last disdainful glance at the writhing figure, they slipped out and firmly clicked the door shut.

Mr. Darson squirmed, his mind fracturing under the weight of his new reality. He was a man—not very powerful, but at least he’s rich! Yet here he was, violently warped into a woman’s body, stripped of his dignity, and sold into an underground brothel. Hot, humiliated tears spilled from his eyes. He gritted his teeth, desperately trying to force his trembling limbs to move so he could find a way to escape.

Just as he managed to push himself upright, the heavy door swung open. A middle-aged man stumbled into the room, reeking of cheap liquor and stale cigars. Seeing Mr. Darson on the bed, the drunk shook his head to clear his blurry vision and let out a sleazy, guttural laugh.

"A mature woman... haha, this will be fun," the man slurred. He lunged forward, his heavy frame collapsing onto Darson, violently pinning him back against the mattress.

"Get off! I’m... I’m not a woman... I’m a man!" Darson screamed, thrashing wildly in a frantic bid for freedom.

The drunk man merely grabbed Darson’s newly formed chest and laughed harder. "How are you a man, huh? Are you trying a little roleplay? I like it exciting, haha!" Without hesitation, the man began tearing away Darson’s clothes, followed quickly by his own. He leaned in heavily to force a kiss, but Darson violently twisted his face away, fighting the suffocating weight.

"I’m not playing! I mean it, it was th—" Darson opened his mouth to scream Nova’s name, to explain the demonic curse, but the words caught in his throat.

The curse activated instantly. A blinding, searing agony ripped through his vocal cords and spine, stealing his voice completely. He couldn’t speak her name, nor could he reveal the truth.

"Arrg!" he groaned, fresh, agonizing tears streaming down his face as the pain paralyzed him.

"Ah, see? You’re already moaning before we even start. Fine, I will satisfy you, hehe," the drunk man slurred. He stripped Darson completely naked, ignoring the frantic, silent thrashing, and forced himself into Darson’s cursed body.

"Urgh!" Darson let out a blood-curdling groan. For a fleeting fraction of a second, his altered body registered a twisted sense of satisfaction, but it was immediately swallowed by a bone-crushing, ungodly pain. It felt as though his internal organs were being ground into glass—a punishment far worse than any physical torture.

"What exactly did that demon do to me? This pain... it’s too much!". Mr. Darson thought, grinding his teeth until they nearly cracked. Yet, his cursed body betrayed him, involuntarily surrendering to the man’s brutal thrusts. The physical violation, coupled with the agony replacing what should have been pleasure, shattered what little remained of his sanity.

"Ah, this is incredible! I’ve never had such a perfect hole in my entire life! This is absolute paradise... I’m addicted already!" the man grunted, thrusting harder and faster until he finally reached a shuddering climax.

Panting heavily, the drunk rolled over and grabbed his phone from his discarded pants. "Ah... two hours usually costs three hundred thousand, and I only ever pay for two. But you just showed me heaven. I’m buying the entire night with you, hehehehe." He quickly made the massive transaction, tossed his phone aside, and pinned Darson down to start all over again.

The man was lost in endless, addictive pleasure. But for Mr. Darson, staring at the ceiling through red, tear-blurred eyes, it was an inescapable, excruciating hell.

Meanwhile, in her lavishly decorated office, the Madam sat back in her leather chair, lazily fanning herself. Suddenly, her phone chimed with a high-priority transaction alert.

"Mhm?" She picked up the device. Her eyes widened in absolute shock at the string of zeros flashing on the screen. "He booked the entire night with her? Oh my... it seems I really did hit the jackpot, haha!" Her greedy, triumphant laughter echoed off the walls.

Late that night... The Mansion.

A profound, luxurious silence draped over the Cassian mansion. The moment Nova stepped through the grand entrance, her icy, murderous aura melted away completely. She immediately spotted Alan asleep on the plush living room couch, he had clearly stayed up waiting for her return.

"Oh, my baby," she murmured affectionately. Gliding over to him, she gently stroked his soft hair. "I made you wait."

Feeling the tender caress, Alan slowly fluttered his eyes open. "Snow... you’re back." A radiant, sleepy smile spread across his face as he realized she was home. He immediately sat up, wrapping his strong arms tightly around her waist and resting his head lovingly against her stomach.

Nova smiled warmly. "Let’s go to bed," she whispered.

Alan nodded happily. Without a word, he scooped Nova up into his arms, carrying her effortlessly down the hall to his bedroom. He gently laid her down on the massive mattress before climbing in beside her. Pulling the thick, heavy duvet over them both, he immediately wrapped her in a secure embrace, a peaceful smile lingering on his lips as he drifted back to sleep.

Nova chuckled softly, running her fingers soothingly through his hair. She propped herself up slightly and pulled her phone from her pocket. Opening her messages, she snapped a quick, cozy picture of herself with the sleeping Alan cuddled against her.

She sent the photo to Cassian with a simple text: "I’m home."

She was just about to set the phone down on the nightstand when it buzzed. She opened the screen to see Cassian’s instant reply.

"I’m coming home right now."

Nova raised an elegant eyebrow, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "Aren’t you quite tied up with work?" she typed back.

"Work can wait, darling. I’m already in the car. Almost home."

Nova couldn’t suppress the genuine smile that bloomed on her face. "Alright, be safe on the road," she sent.

"Snow... sleep," Alan murmured in a hoarse, sleepy voice. Blindly, he reached up, pulled the phone from her hand, and intertwined his fingers with hers so she couldn’t pick it back up.

Nova’s smile widened. She closed her eyes, leaning fully into Alan’s warm embrace, and soon, the two of them drifted into a peaceful slumber.

Not long after, the quiet hum of a luxury engine signaled Cassian’s arrival. Remembering the picture Nova had sent him, he bypassed his own quarters and went straight to Alan’s room. Opening the door silently, he found Nova and Alan fast asleep. The bedside lamp was still glowing softly—a silent beacon showing she had waited up for him.

A gentle, devoted smile graced Cassian’s lips. He quietly stepped into the bathroom, took a quick, refreshing shower to wash away the stress of the day, and changed into his nightclothes. Moving stealthily to the empty side of the bed behind Nova, he clicked off the lamp.

Plunging the room into comfortable darkness, Cassian wrapped his strong arms around Nova from behind, pulling her flush against his chest. He pressed a tender, lingering kiss into her hair, closed his eyes, and finally fell into a deep, proper sleep for the first time since she had left.