Chapter 1261. The Grandmother Was Done... And There’s Two Left... The Main Course!

Chapter 1261: 1261. The Grandmother Was Done... And There’s Two Left... The Main Course!

The final severance was not a quiet affair. As Valentina delivered her parting insult, Rex unleashed the full, devastating force of his soul manipulation.

He didn’t just banish Borius; he tore through the fabric of the spirit’s existence. Borius’s scream was not human; it was a sound of reality cracking, a high-pitched, soul-rending shriek that reverberated through every stone of Aethelgard.

The specter’s form began to shred like burning parchment, his essence being violently pulled apart by invisible, psychic claws.

The agony was absolute, a spiritual flaying that left nothing behind but the echoing memory of his despair before he was hurled back into the abyssal depths of the realm of death.

The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the wet, ragged breathing of the conqueror and the obscene sounds of Valentina’s body trying to process the aftermath.

Valentina was beyond salvation. The combination of the brutal physical violation, the psychic stimulation, and the sheer, overwhelming volume of Rex’s seed had pushed her nervous system past its breaking point.

Her body lay twisted on the bed, completely spent. She had passed out instantly, but it was not a peaceful unconsciousness.

Her eyes remained wide open, glassy and unfocused, pupils dilated into perfect, throbbing heart symbols, a physical manifestation of her complete, brain-fried surrender to pleasure.

Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, twitching spasmodically as if still chasing the phantom sensations of Rex’s tongue and cock. She was a living husk, a hollowed out monument to Rex’s dominance.

Rex let go of her with a grunt of satisfaction. Valentina collapsed onto the mattress like a marionette with its strings cut, her body still shuddering from residual spasms.

Blood mixed with sweat and semen coated her thighs, creating a glistening, crimson and white ruin of what was once a queen.

Rex stepped back, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins like liquid fire. He didn’t feel exhaustion; he felt invigorated.

He reached up, rolling his shoulders with a series of audible POPS and CRACKS, stretching his massive muscles as if he had just finished a light workout rather than the total desecration of a kingdom’s matriarch.

A wide, predatory grin split his face, revealing teeth that seemed sharper in the dim light.

"One down," he mused aloud, his voice deep, gravelly, and dripping with dark anticipation.

He wiped a smear of Valentina’s blood from his cheek, tasting it with a twisted relish. "That was almost too easy."

"A fucking ruler of Aethelgard who wanted to be broken... how refreshing."

His mind already raced forward, already cataloging his next conquests. The hunger in his gut wasn’t sated; it was growing.

He could almost taste the fear and the inevitable surrender of the others.

"Two left," he whispered to the empty, blood-stained room. His eyes gleamed with a sadistic hunger as he pictured their faces. "Helena... and Evelyn."

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. He knew their reputations, their pride, their supposed untouchable dignity.

And that was exactly why he was going to enjoy breaking them more than anything else. He imagined Helena’s composure shattering under his hips and Evelyn’s defiance turning into desperate, begging moans.

He would make them forget their names, their duties, and their gods. He would make them worship his cock just as Valentina had.

"I’m coming for you both," Rex promised the shadows, his smile widening into something truly monstrous. "And when I’m done, you’ll both be begging to join her in the dirt."

Turning away from the broken body of the former headmaster, Rex began to dress, his movements confident and leisurely, already planning the beautiful, brutal symphony of destruction he would compose for the two women who still thought they stood a chance.

Rex stepped out of Valentina’s chambers with the casual gait of a man who had just finished a pleasant meal rather than a ritual of total desecration.

The air behind him still carried the cloying, metallic tang of blood and the unmistakable musk of spent seed, a scent that clung to his tan skin like a trophy. H

His muscles were still pumped, his veins standing out like corded rope, and his eyes held the terrifying glow of someone who had tasted divinity through violence.

Waiting in the dimly lit corridor were Lily and Diana. The two young women stood there like twin pillars of anxious expectation.

Their faces were pale, caught between horror at what they knew was happening behind those closed doors and a twisted, dark curiosity that burned in their eyes. Elizabeth was absent, occupied with her duties at the Academy, leaving them alone with the predator.

"Well?" Lily asked, her voice barely a whisper, trembling with an emotion she couldn’t quite name. "Is she... is she done?"

Diana stepped forward, her fingers twitching at her sides. "How was it? Did she resist?"

"Did she try to invoke the old protections?" Her eyes darted toward the door, where the faint, residual sounds of Valentina’s broken whimpering seemed to still echo in the stones.

Rex stopped in front of them, towering over them. A slow, cruel smirk spread across his face as he wiped a stray droplet of Valentina’s blood from his forearm.

"Resist?" he rumbled, the sound vibrating in the narrow hallway. "She didn’t just break; she shattered."

"She begged for it."

"She threw away everything—her crown, her dignity, her entire fucking legacy—just to make me feel inside her."

He leaned closer, letting the oppressive aura of his dominance wash over them. "Valentina is gone."

"There is no headmaster left in that room."

"There is only a hollowed-out shell that exists to take what I give her... She’s been thoroughly claimed."

A shudder ran through both Lily and Diana, but it wasn’t entirely fear. There was something darker beneath a perverse fascination with the absolute power Rex wielded.

"And now..." Rex’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial growl, his eyes glinting with malicious intent. "Now comes the real feast."

"The next one is going to be magnificent... The next one is your mother."

At the mention of Helena, the atmosphere in the corridor shifted instantly. The tension became palpable, thick enough to choke on.

Lily’s expression hardened, a flash of something venomous crossing her features.

"Mother thinks she’s untouchable," Lily hissed, her voice dripping with sudden, unexplained animosity. "She thinks her authority and her ’purity’ will protect her from someone like you."

Diana nodded, her jaw clenching. "She’s always been so... perfect. So composed..."

"So above it all." A dark smile tugged at Diana’s lips. "I want to see her fall."

"I want to see her face when she realizes that all her rules mean nothing against you."

"We’ll help you, Rex."

"We’ll make sure she has nowhere to run."

"We’ll make sure she pays the price for everything she’s made us endure."

The two girls looked at each other, a silent pact forming between them a conspiracy of betrayal fueled by resentment and the intoxicating promise of watching their matriarch be brought low.

Rex watched them, observing the way their pupils dilated and how their breathing quickened. He saw the hunger in them, the same hunger he had exploited in Valentina.

He reached out both hands, placing them on their heads. His grip wasn’t gentle; it was possessive, the fingers pressing into their scalps with enough force to make them tilt their heads back.

"That’s what I like to hear," Rex purred, his thumbs stroking their temples in a gesture that was both threatening and oddly intimate. "Both of you... you’re useful. Very useful."

His inner thoughts ran wild with the possibilities. ’These two aren’t just spectators; they’re accomplices.’

’They’ll be the ones to open the door for me, to weaken her defenses, to watch her degradation with the same twisted glee that I feel.’

’With them on my side, Helena won’t just be conquered; she’ll be systematically dismantled by her own blood.’

"Helena has no idea what’s coming," Rex whispered, his grip tightening momentarily before he released them. "She thinks she’s standing on solid ground, but I’m about to turn her world into quicksand."

"And you two... you’re going to enjoy every second of watching her drown."

Lily and Diana stood there, flushed and breathing heavily, their loyalty to their mother already burning away in the heat of Rex’s promise. The hunt was progressing perfectly.

The headmaster was broken; the princesses were complicit; and the true prize, the heart of Aethelgard, was next in line for slaughter.

"Alright, I need some food first before I fuck your grandmother until she’s pregnant."