2026-05-22 18:36:28The door slowly creaked open, the room dark, with little moonlight slipping through the windows across the room.
Stella stepped in, her steps controlled and silent. Her eyes fixed on the bed where Yasha lay motionless. "Finally dead?" she whispered as she slowly approached the bed. Her voice was cold, holding no empathy. She reached for the bedside, her hands moving slowly across the silk sheets, tracing the edges of his body. She expected a cold, lifeless body, but instead Yasha's eyes snapped open sharply. "You're late, Stella," Yasha said with a dark creepy smile. His eyes were clear, unlike those of a dying boy, nor was his expression like that of someone in pain. Immediately, a violet void quickly took over, and before Stella could reach for her concealed dagger, Yasha activated his active skill—Spatial Manipulation. Her body immediately froze along with the space around her, locking her mid-air like a fly caught in a web. "Fuck!" she screamed, her composure already failing. "Oohh… Stella," Yasha slowly sat up, his pale skin glowing faintly in the dark. He reached out his hand, slowly hovering it inches from her face. "A Silver Gold Assassin disguised as a clumsy maid," Yasha chuckled, a creepy, broken smile stretching across his face. "How... how are you moving?" she said, her voice cracking with fear. "Did you really think your little medicine could kill me?" He slowly stepped forward, reaching for her dagger tucked between her thighs. "You sure have a sexy body for a maid… ohh, sorry, an assassin." He paused, slowly tracing the tip across her bare thigh. "Why don't you just become my sex slave? You definitely will enjoy it." With a little flick of his fingers, her bra vanished, revealing her soft, bouncy boobs with hard pink nipples at the center. "Is this all? You'd be better off killing me. I'm not going to reveal anything." Stella said, her breath restless and face slightly flustered as Yasha leaned in closer, his breath cold against her ear. [SYSTEM NOTIFICATION] [QUEST PROGRESS: CONQUER YOUR FIRST SLAVE] Target: Stella (Silver Gold Assassin) Mental State: Terrified / Confused / Flustered Submission Meter: 21% [SYSTEM HINT]: Target is trained to handle most kinds of torture. To achieve total submission, break her until she begs for you. --- His hand moved to the back of her neck, sending a wave of invasive dark mana down her neck, concentrated toward her nipples. "Now... let me show you how to break an assassin." [REWARD STATUS: PENDING] Requirement: Make her submit to your dick. Reward: Instant Recovery (Will override the F-rank physical bottleneck). --- The silk of her maid outfit tightened, forcing her chest forward and her arms back. "You bastard!" she yelled, trying to break free from the spatial hold, but it was no use. "I will kill you if you try anything." Her voice trembled with every word. "Kill me?" Yasha interrupted, his face twisted with a dark smile. "You think you can kill me?" He ran a hand down her throat, with his thumb pressing against her tongue. "You can only be my bitch. That's all you are useful for." He pulled her body closer against his. Her huge boobs pressed hard against his chest. "Look at you," he mocked, his voice like dark honey. "You're all worked up from the man who's supposed to be your victim. You sure have some crazy fantasies." Stella's gaze remained sharp, her teeth gritted at him. Even with her body betraying her, her mind refused to break. Rather, her resistance kept surging. "You think I'm that weak? Do you think this little sensation you're sending will break me?" she spat at his face, her voice remaining cold despite the slight flustered tint on her cheeks. "I've survived crazier conditions than this. You're just a dying little boy playing with magic." Her face glowed with a confident smile. Yasha's creepy smile widened, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw before snapping down to her throat. "A dying little boy? Look closer, my beautiful Stella." His hands reached between her thighs, reaching for her soaked panties, slowly tracing across her pussy. "Do you like it warm?" He immediately drove three fingers deep into her pussy, moving slowly inside her. His fingers pulsed with warm streams of mana streaking through her with every stroke. Stella's body began to vibrate, her skin flushing a deep, feverish red. Her breath became unstable, as though trying to speak and resist at the same time. Her core temperature continuously rose as his fingers moved. "Please…" she gasped, her assassin's pride finally melting under the sheer physical agony of the arousal he was forcing upon her. "It's… too much…" "I told you, Stella. I know exactly how to break people like you," Yasha whispered, his voice vibrating against her ear. Finally, he stopped, releasing the hold on her and sending her crashing onto the floor with slight bruises on her knees. Her legs shook and her heart raced as she tried lunging at him once more… but her legs betrayed her. Yasha, on the other hand, reached for her from behind. His eyes fixed on her backside with a clear view of her soaked pussy and large ass. He flipped her over, pinning her face down against the ceramic floor with her arms bound behind her back. Once again, he used his skill, locking her hips high and exposing her dripping pussy even more. "Wait, please… not there! No!" she shrieked, her eyes wide in terror, her body convulsing in intense pleasure. Yasha ignored her plea, entering her roughly from behind, ignoring her wet pussy entirely and instead pushing his large dick tightly into her ass. "Ahhh… please… please… you're ripping me apart, please pull it out." She screamed, her body vibrating heavily, but her ass clenched tightly around his dick. Yasha reached for her nipples, wrapping his tongue around them while his fingers slowly stimulated her clitoris. Stella wailed loudly with every thrust, shattering the last of her mental walls. Her insides were continuously stimulated by intense pulsating mana leaking through his dick. The resistance she once had was now gone. All she could think about was his dick slamming into her ass. "Fuck me!" she sobbed, her body shaking intensely, with her hips begging to move against his. "Please don't stop! Please, Master… I'm your slave! Just yours!" Yasha smiled as his hips crashed harder into her, releasing hot cum deep inside her ass. [SYSTEM NOTIFICATION] [QUEST COMPLETE: CONQUER YOUR FIRST SLAVE] Target: Stella (Silver Gold Assassin) — STATUS: CONQUERED Mental State: Absolute Submission / Total Obsession Submission Meter: 100% [REWARD: INSTANT RECOVERY INITIATED] [HINT]: Slaves will never betray or question their master. They are loyal till death. A bright violent light erupted from Yasha's heart. The once fragile body was dismantled and reconstructed by the system. The intense shaking and breathlessness he had vanished instantly, replaced by a dense body that many martial artists would die for. He stood up, looking down at the shivering, broken mess on the floor. Stella stared up at him with hollow, adoring eyes, her tongue tracing her lips slowly. "One slave down," Yasha whispered. "Many more to go."
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Chapter 84: Whispers of Treachery
Heavy iron gates creaked shut after Yasha left the brightly lit coliseum floor and walked back into the cool darkness of the underground corridors. The aftershock of his easy victory was radiating through the coliseum in whispers of fear and reverence, but the victor walked with the leisurely step of a man who had just returned from a morning walk.The VIP balcony was thick with suffocating tension.Ethan Valemont sat petrified with rage, the marble railing crumbled into dust under the power of his hands. Kaelen, the brawler Ethan had personally picked, bribed, and placed right in front of Yasha in order to crush him, had failed to even make the fourth son raise his hands."I invested millions of dollars into that dumbass, and he proved to be nothing but a wet rag," Ethan whispered through clenched teeth, the sound of pure malice vibrating in his voice."Calm yourself, Young Master," a silky-smooth voice whispered somewhere behind him.Ethan's head butler walked to the forefront of th
Chapter 83: Blood in the Arena
The deafening roar of the colosseum crowd vibrated through the ancient stone foundation as the first official martial duel of the Coming-of-Age Ceremony was announced. In the waiting tunnel, the iron gates creaked open, allowing the harsh light of the morning sun, along with the smell of ozone, sweat, and dried blood, to come through. "First match!" the announcer's voice resounded throughout the packed arena. "From the branch families, Kaelen Valemont! Against… Yasha Valemont!" All of a sudden, a loud murmur ran through the tiered spectator seats. On the VIP balcony, Ethan Valemont leaned forward, a malicious smirk appearing on his face. Everything had worked out just the way he had expected. On the arena floor, Kaelen—a muscular brute from a branch family known for using a jagged two-handed poleaxe—appeared. Although he seemed to be quite nervous, his eyes showed dangerous greed and desperation. He had clearly been bribed and knew what the elders were expecting from him. Fro
Chapter 82: The Edge of War
The long shadows crept across the well-kept gardens of the Valemont family estate, obscuring the final bruised glow of twilight. As the other survivors were busy repairing their injuries and licking their wounds sustained from the harsh aura test performed by the Patriarch, Yasha's private mansion continued to remain untouched by the turmoil of that night. In his spacious study, Yasha was sitting behind a massive mahogany desk, leafing idly through various old family scrolls and records of martial arts history. The air around him was serene, filled with the subtle aroma of smoldering sandalwood incense. The sound of approaching footsteps could be heard outside the door. Stella walked in wearing her perfect maid uniform, carrying a tray with a warm mug of herbal tea. "The estate seems unusually calm tonight, master," Stella spoke quietly, placing the tray on the table in front of him. "Although, according to our scouts, the second son's entourage has been frantic ever since the ar
Chapter 81: Pressure Arena
The early morning sunlight illuminated the grand central amphitheater of the Valemont manor with a searing light. One hundred surviving participants of the Coming-of-Age Ceremony assembled inside the large stone fighting arena, with resounding footsteps echoing in the air.Among them, Julian walked with his mouth set in a grimace because of the stiffness in his body, whereas Yasha calmly strode inside, his hands tucked into his pockets as if he had come to some gallery presentation.On the high VIP platform overlooking the grounds, the tall silhouette of the Patriarch looked down at the area with a merciless, icy look of assessment at the youths who had managed to survive in the Crimson Veil Wilderness.Across the amphitheater, Ethan Valemont, the second son, saw Yasha standing relaxed among the surviving participants. The young man immediately froze, his eyes popping from pure, poisonous hatred as his fingers dug so hard into the stone railings that small pieces of marble cracked. Ho
Chapter 80: Day 6
The exhausting three-day survival race through the Crimson Veil Wilderness had finally come to an end. The participants started emerging from the trees in a weary fashion and entered the large clearing of the mountain stronghold, their bodies battered and clothes torn.Among them walked Julian, limping and holding the spot on his side where he had been wounded during the race a few days ago. He breathed heavily.A little bit farther away, Yasha stepped out of the forest. He looked like he had just been taking a relaxing walk in a botanical garden: perfectly tidy clothes, completely relaxed posture, and his hands in his pockets. However, when the other participants saw him, a wave of natural panic ran through them. They started actively avoiding him and making a path around him. Yasha ignored them and calmly walked towards the finish line.In the middle of the clearing, there was a large wooden table, which was guarded by the family guards who were supposed to record the points and the
Chapter 79: The Alliance of brothers
The oppressive silence of the solitary clearing was interrupted only by the uneven panting of Julian. Blood dripped down from his wound, seeping into the mud under his boots, yet he continued staring intently at his fourth brother, who had nonchalantly blinked away an elite team of masked assassins as if they were nothing more than a handful of dust.Julian released a sudden, breathless laugh finally breaking the tension—a mix of disbelief, humor, and unwilling relief. He lowered his sword by an inch, shaking his head."I warned you to be careful," Yasha said smoothly, keeping his hands behind his head with ease and giving Julian a playful smirk. "You shouldn't have worried about me. But considering your current state... looks like you would've been six feet underground five minutes ago if I hadn't appeared."Julian shot him an uneasy smile followed by a short, dry chuckle. Wincing in pain as sharp agony ran through his ribs, Julian looked back up, narrowing his piercing eyes."Fine,"
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