2026-06-12 13:48:31"Ahhhh–" The moan rang. Jayson shook his head vehemently but a hit of the table forced him into remaining still.
Freya whimpered, shuddering as Tristan’s palm slid beneath her clit alongside his cock.
Coupled with his activated skill [Stimulated Hands] the sensation she felt was extremely triggering.
"Hmmmm……" The groan came long and clear, uncontrollably sweet. A few seconds, it rang out again. More quavering and louder.
Tristan slid his finger between her folds, curling it up, amidst her urine-mixed juices. His left hand pulled the elastic neckline of her gown down, pulling up her big, soft boobs. His other hand was working its way inside of her.
Pulling out the fingers, he took straight to her mouth. Shock rippled through her nerves, even a gasp.
"Ahhhh!"
“Shhhhh!” Tristan scolded and stuck the fingers inside of her mouth before barking next. “Suck it!” Her lips wrapped his fingers, her eyes narrowed, reacting to the sour taste of his fingers.
Sensations thumped slowly into her, she tried to fight it but couldn't. Freya melted into his finger drills, grinding her pussy against him. His other hand was dropping but she quickly grab it, gliding it over her breast, squeezing her breasts tighter.
His face glowed and his stomach knotted. He never thought he'd meet with his first experiment so soon, merely hours after his transmigration.
"Urghh…..Mmm……Arghh……Fuucckkk.” Freya whimpered softly, whining her waist to rhyme with the pace of his thrusting finger.
"Ahhhh……." She continued to moan, curling her body even more and twerking her ass on his fingers. Her eyes and her pussy were so wet, eyes in tears and pussy with juices. His fingers were dripping with her juices.
“Please can you fuck me….. please…..I'm dying to be fucked by you.” The crying Freya said. Jayson slipped off his chair to the ground, gnashing his teeth but totally weakened and unable to do anything.
Tristan flinched his face to the side, glimmering a sinister grin before turning back to Freya.
“Who's the master and who's the slave?” He growled.
“I….I’m the slave.” She mumbled.
“Good! Then keep your mouth shut.” His face and voice turned deadly in a flash. His eyes tightened with a deadly glow.
“I will…..I will…….Please…….” She groaned. Jayson flinched his head, slowly rising to his seat, knowing there was nothing he could do at the moment other than to watch his superior touch his fiance to his satisfaction.
Meanwhile Tristan’s urge had scaled so high to such an uncontrollable level he couldn't help. His fingers were working Freya’s pussy up to the level his system rumbled and was beginning to come up.
[Ding!]
[Your finger fuck of your first target has scaled past average level.]
[Ding! Appraising...]
[Target: Freya Clarkson]
[Relationship: Traitor, Ex-fiancee]
[Age: 23]
[Status: Engaged to Jayson]
[Setting: Harold’s Hotel. Object receives to obtain forgiveness.]
[Orgasm Count: 1]
[Appraisal: C+ Grade Taboo.]
Ding!
[You’ve received :
5000 Taboo Points
$12500 Deposit.]
Ding!
[Bonus: 1 Free Talent Card]
Tristan’s heart thumped deeply as he gawked at the credit alert on his holographic screen. His fingers had stopped working inside of Freya’s pussy. She turned wondering what was wrong. Seeing him gawked at the empty air with a look of amusement, her body vibrated with shock.
“So this is real?” He was almost jumping up, high in the air when he got interrupted.
Ding!
[You’ve received a Sub Quest on Taboo Revenge Main Quest.]
Ding!
[Sub Quest: No One Dares Mess With Your Name.]
[Your Current Target is planning of how to attack you afterwards. Make her pay for this thoughts.]
Rewards: ??]
“This is marvelous. Even current thoughts are revealed and punishment is mated out.” Tristan scored a deep breath.
“Wow, Alpha system.” He teased it. “How many Quest and Mission do you have on me?” He asked.
While he felt the system was processing, ready to display the series of potential tasks, Tristan’s brain rallied with fresh new erotic ideas.
“No misbehavior from her or anyone will be tolerated any longer.”
Dismissing the holographic screen, Tristan grabbed in between her legs jacking her up with a single hand. At that moment, some energy subtracted from his system.
He pinpointed on the screen.
[+0.5 Power Card.]
[Source: System Store]
[Use: Multiple Energy Tasks]
[Gross Balance: $45,000]
[Net Balance: $43,750]
“Remain here!” He ordered Jayson, then took Freya off. The doors of the garden whirled open as he stepped closer. Freya who was already weakened in submission could barely protest.
In his room, he dropped Freya on his bed. As he was about to strip and continue his erotic punishment on her, his system vibrated.
Ding!
[Instruction: Go to the East Wing Balcony now.]
At once, he pressed his shirt, tapping into his pocket to make sure his phone was with him. Affirming, he stepped out, locking the door from outside.
“Where are you out to? Please come back……” Freya’s wail crashed against his ear but he ignored, heading straight to where his system was pointing to.
[Instruction 2: Set up your phone camera to record.]
Tristan was left wondering what's going to happen next but he did as told.
[Instruction 3: Take quick, quiet steps.]
“This is serious!”
Few meters to the balcony, he heard sounds. Freya’s brothers whispering and the crackle of substances. He took even slower steps. Then hid behind the corner of one of the columns.
They were looking into an iPad. Then the whispers came a bit louder that Tristan could hear.
“When we are going back, let's descend and pick the body back home.”
“We will then dispose of it, right?” The second asked.
“Yes, yes.” The third replied. “Look! The drone has pinpointed the body. We should be fast about this.”
As the third brother spoke, he lifted up his head, scanning the entire hall behind the balcony to check if anyone was around but Tristan had hidden well, his camera already recording.
Seeing nothing, Xavier turned back, staring into the phone, then whispered. “What's he even saying, he took sister with Jayson into the garden and it's been hours.”
“Ian, isn't not that what I kept asking you? But you asked us to be patient so they don't change their minds.”
“Of course, you know how this money will help? We will develop the company with ten thousand dollars and share the rest among ourselves.”
His brothers nodded. Tristan caught them as he peeped further while they weren't looking.
Minimizing his camera, he signaled the cops. Just a click of 911 and a text.
“We got some suspected group of fraudsters and murderers.” He texted, shared the ongoing video evidence to them. As it was going live on Tristan’s end, it was also going live on their end.
The Police upon assessing the situation decided it was better to arrest them while retrieving the body from the river.
Tristan agreed. He had to look for a way and discharge them as soon as possible so the police could begin their work.
Gradually it was getting darker and staying further was bound to increase chances of being caught. Tristan left his phone on record after silencing it and applying all necessary setting for a smooth live recording. The criminals are knew where they chose for their conspiracy, the part of the seventh floor still under construction with no CCTV installed yet.
They must have carefully searched.
Tiptoeing, he left the hall, heading back to the apartment, where he took the next room to Freya who'd planned in her mind to kill him. A one-way glass wall reflective on her side demarcated their room. A see-through from Tristan’s end.
Jayson was still locked and guarded at the garden.
Punishment for daring to come all the way from Vermont to scam him here in Santiago after they had killed his previous body.
This was just the beginning of their suffering.
“No one is going to save you guys,” Tristan vowed, beating his chest.
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“That's a lie.”“You have no right to accuse me of lying!”“You just admitted that my father came here with proof of my inheritance. Those papers didn't disappear by themselves.”Sir Harold's face reddened. “Your father was injured during our argument. Everything happened quickly. I was trying to prevent the situation from becoming worse.”“And the inheritance documents?”“I don't remember what happened to every paper he carried.”Tristan studied him for several seconds.“You expect me to believe you remember the argument, the fall, and the decision not to contact the police, but you can't remember what happened to the documents that could have made me wealthy?”“I was not thinking about money at the time!”“Then you shouldn't mind helping me find the truth.”Tristan picked up the brown folder he had taken from the drawer. “I'll have these documents examined. If they're genuine, I'll know where to begin looking for the rest.”Madison hurried toward him.“You cannot take those papers!”
Chapter 128
Sir Harold's silence returned.Tristan placed the first folder on the desk and reached for the small notebook. Several pages contained dates and short entries, most of them written in the same handwriting. He flipped through them until he found an entry made on the day of Daniel's death.The handwriting was hurried.Daniel arrived to collect the boy. He refused to leave without him. Argument with Sir Harold. Injury sustained. Madison instructed staff to keep the child upstairs.Tristan stopped reading.He looked at Madison.“You ordered them to keep me upstairs?”She folded her arms tightly. “You were a child. You didn't need to witness an argument between adults.”“An argument that ended with my father dying?”“We didn't know that would happen!”“Then why did you make sure I couldn't come downstairs?”Madison's eyes flashed. “Because your father was shouting, and you were frightened! I was trying to protect you from a scene you wouldn't have understood.”Tristan turned back to the not
Chapter 127
Sir Harold's face went pale again.Madison took a quick step toward him. “Don't answer that.”But Tristan had heard her.He stared at the couple, feeling the last of his childhood trust disappear.“What happened to my father wasn't the only secret you buried, was it?”Neither of them spoke.Tristan opened the door and walked out.He had barely reached the end of the corridor when his phone vibrated. An unfamiliar number appeared on the screen. He almost ignored it, but something made him answer.“Tristan Lawson?” a man asked.“Who is this?”“My name is Peter Cole. I worked at the Harold estate years ago. I heard you've started asking questions about Daniel Lawson.”Tristan stopped walking.“Who gave you my number?”“That doesn't matter. What matters is that you need to stop asking questions in that house.”“Why?”The man took a shaky breath.“Because I was there the night your father died. And Sir Harold wasn't telling you the whole truth.”Tristan tightened his grip on the phone.“Wha
Chapter 126
“You gave me a room, food, and a name to live under. You took away the truth about my parents and expected me to spend the rest of my life thanking you.”Madison's face flushed. “After everything we've done, you dare to speak to us like this?”“After everything you've done, you still think I owe you gratitude?”Sir Harold struck the desk with his palm. “Watch your mouth, Tristan!”The command echoed through the study.For a moment, the old power imbalance returned. Tristan remembered all the years he had lowered his head whenever Sir Harold spoke, the times he had swallowed insults to keep peace in the household, and the countless occasions when he had been treated as though his presence depended on their approval.But he was no longer that helpless boy.He placed the letter carefully inside the envelope and slipped it into his pocket.“You said my father died here,” Tristan continued. “Was it an accident?”Sir Harold hesitated.That hesitation made Tristan's stomach tighten.“Was it a
Chapter 125
“And I'm asking you for the last time. Where is my father's letter?”Sir Harold's jaw worked, but he remained silent.Tristan turned back to the keypad and tried another date: the day he had officially entered the Harold household.The lock clicked.Madison gasped.Tristan opened the door.The study smelled of leather, old paper, and the faint scent of Sir Harold's cologne. Everything stood neatly in place, from the books on the shelves to the framed family photographs on the desk. Tristan had entered the room countless times over the years, but never with the feeling that he might finally discover something about himself.He went straight to the filing cabinet.“Don't touch anything!” Madison shouted from the doorway.Tristan ignored her and opened the top drawer.Folders filled the cabinet, arranged by year and category. He scanned the labels quickly, looking for anything related to his childhood or the date on the placement document.Most of the folders contained company records.Th
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“Be careful, Tristan. Whatever happened between your father and Sir Harold, it clearly wasn't a small matter.”The call ended.Tristan walked outside and raised his hand to stop a passing taxi. He gave the driver the address of the Harold estate, then settled into the back seat with his phone in his hand.He had told Richard he wouldn't return to obey the Harolds. That hadn't changed. But if Sir Harold possessed a letter from his biological father, Tristan wasn't going to leave it in the hands of someone who had spent years lying to him.He would get answers.And this time, he wouldn't leave until he had them.The taxi moved through the afternoon traffic, but Tristan barely noticed the journey. His mind kept returning to the document and the name Richard had given him.Daniel Lawson.He opened his browser and searched for the name. Several results appeared, including an old business article about a man who had died years ago. The photograph showed a serious-looking man in his forties,
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