Sex Mage Son-in-law

Chapter 6

"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.