Chapter 958

Chapter 958: Chapter 958

She flinched. Went back. Did the whole thing over, pulled her top up, milked herself, and this time there was even less. Her tits were practically wrung out. The glass came up barely cloudy.

She brought it over. Set it down. Her hands were trembling so bad the saucer chattered against the island.

I picked it up, looked at it, and hurled it at her head.

She ducked. It went past her ear and shattered against the cabinet behind her.

"WHY IS EVERY WHORE IN THIS FUCKING PLACE SUCH IDIOTS! VIOLET, FUCKING COME OVER HERE!"

A door opened upstairs.

Esme had gone rigid. Then, small and hunched, she walked back to me, bowed down at the waist until her hair hung over her face.

"I’m sorry, Master. Please don’t..."

I kicked her in the belly.

Not hard enough to hurt the kid. Hard enough to drop her. She went down on her ass with a grunt and stayed there, curled around herself.

"Shut the fuck up. Did I give you permission to fucking speak, you fucking retard?"

"Yes, honey?" came a voice from above.

Violet was at the railing, both hands draped over the iron, leaning out so she could look down at me. Long brown hair, hanging loose. That mean little face of hers already smiling, because she could smell blood in the water. Perky tits pressing into the rail. Naked fully, completely naked, not a stitch, hips cocked, one foot crossed over the other like she’d just happened to be walking around like that.

"Minne and Esme," I said. "They don’t get breakfast or dinner today. Make sure of it while I’m gone."

"Oh... with pleasure, honey." Her smile widened. "That bitch Esme couldn’t get you milk for your coffee?"

"No. I’ve made that whore pregnant four times already. But she can’t even produce milk like any normal woman would."

"You made her pregnant eight times, honey."

"What-the-fuck-ever."

Esme started crying on the floor. That wet, hitching, hiccuping kind of crying that gets into your ears and stays there.

"I’ll fucking smash your face in if I hear your annoying-ass voice, Esme. You better shut the fuck up or they’ll find your body in a dump, you hear me? YOU HEAR ME?"

She nodded fast, jaw clamped, both hands pressed over her mouth to hold it in. Tears running down her wrists.

The doorbell rang.

I looked down at Esme. A mess on the floor, red-eyed, snotty, coffee splashed up her shins.

"AND I’M OPENING THE DOOR! I EARN MONEY SO YOU SLUTS LIVE WITH ME. BUT YOU AIN’T DOING JACKSHIT!"

I crossed the kitchen, stepped over the broken glass, and yanked the front door open.

Cora. Esme’s sister. Standing on the step in the cold, hair wet with snow. And she was holding a knife. Just holding it, low, at her side. Face flat as still water.

"I told you to leave her alone," she muttered quietly.

Then she... slashed my throat.

I took a step back. My hand flew up, clamped over my neck. Blood poured between my fingers, hot, spilling down my wrist, into my collar.

Gurgling. That awful wet rattling sound coming out of me instead of air.

The world tilted. My knees gave.

The last thing I saw, down on the marble was Esme, on the kitchen floor, crying behind her hands. And Violet, up on the railing, watching.

Everything went dark.

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I opened my eyes and found myself in front of my office chair. Fuck... those... was that... me? I kicked a pregnant woman? I was that rough on Minne? What... I... shit. That wasn’t me. No. No, no, no. Impossible. No fucking way. I was... I was such a fucking jerk.

"That’s why I’m taking away some of your privileges." Mana smirked from where she sat on my desk. "Hope you understand."

"I... was that me?"

"The strongest opponent we had." She chuckled. "You were rocketing. Earning Silk so much power... well, we had to intervene, but we never got the chance."

"And when Cora killed me and she used nearly all her power... you seized the opportunity."

"Yep." She smiled. "Ah, Silk. I miss her."

"Why did I turn out like that?"

"Power corrupted you... probably." Her voice was almost casual. "Your stats were so high that you could spit at a woman and they’d drop to their knees, climax, and thank you."

"The system corrupted me?"

"Yep. I even tried to get you on my side a couple of times. Didn’t work. I threatened to take away Esme’s pregnancy once. You just said, ’You’d save me the abortion money,’ and went on with your day."

"Oh my god. I was a cunt."

"The biggest." She nodded. "But you had to act that way because you knew we, the other gods, had our eyes on Silk. You couldn’t let her lose because you..."

She stopped, hopped off the desk, and clapped once.

"That’s it from me."

"Wait, no, finish the sentence." I leaned forward. "I what?"

I blinked. She was gone. I was sitting in my office chair again, still spinning slowly. I planted a foot on the floor and looked around. Holy shit. Fuck. I... kicked Esme. A pregnant woman. What the hell was I doing? Why was I such a complete bastard?

"It corrupted me?" I muttered to myself. "No. No, no. I can’t let the same thing happen again."

No. No matter what. I wasn’t going to allow it. I was going to draw a hard line and stay behind it. I wasn’t going to become like that pervert on the bus who used his powers to hurt people. Or like the previous version of me, the one who acted like a fucking monster.

"Delilah..." I leaned back in the chair. "Fuck..."

Well... this was it, then. The pregnancy was ruined. And I finally knew how I’d died. Cora killed me... for saving her sister. Honestly? Props to her. That version of me deserved a lot worse.

What a fucking joke.

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