2026-04-23 14:30:15{Third Person POV}
The early morning light was just beginning to touch the horizon when Mr. Brownstone’s phone vibrated. Seeing the caller ID, he bolted upright, instantly shedding the last remnants of sleep."Good morning, sir," Brownstone said, his voice disciplined and alert.The voice on the other end was heavy, resonant like shifting gravel. "What is the status?""Everything is moving exactly according to your predictions, my liege. Alexander has infor
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178. Operation: Crimson Toast
An hour and a half. That’s how long it took for the makeup team to tint my hair to that specific shade of dull blonde. I’d fought them on it for the first forty minutes, but eventually, I just sighed and went with a "fuck it, let’s do this" attitude. Now, I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and for a second, I didn't recognize the man staring back.If they ever made a live-action Spy x Family, the producers could stop searching. I was the perfect fit. My natural blue eyes already matched the character’s piercing gaze, but with my now blonde hair neatly combed back and my height filling out the silhouette, the resemblance was uncanny. The green three-piece suit hugged my body nicely. It felt broad at the shoulders and tapered at the waist. My jawline looked sharp enough to cut glass, and the straight bridge of my nose added that touch of aristocratic coldness Loid was famous for.I adjusted the red tie, tucking a small, silver lapel pin onto my collar. I looked polishe
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Clarice offered to drive me to the Academy, but I turned her down. A morning walk was exactly what I needed to clear my head, and her house which we’d spent the night in wasn't far from campus anyway. I stepped out into the crisp morning air wearing a navy Jordan tracksuit I’d borrowed—okay, stolen—from Steve's wardrobe. It was a little chilly, but the fleece kept the bite off, and my sneakers felt light on the pavement. The streets of Astras were just waking up. Small vendors were beginning to hoist their shutters and arrange their stalls as the first rays of the sun crested the horizon. As I passed through the market district, I noticed a pair of men freeze the moment they saw me. Simultaneously, they snapped into deep, respectful bows."Good morning, Master!" they chirped in unison.I squinted, slowing my pace. It took a second for the facial recognition to kick in. "Oh... wait. You’re the guys who were hassling those female middle schoolers the other day. Draco’s little slum-thu
176. Mid Tier Items
{Next Day...}{Mark’s POV}[Ding! You have successfully demonstrated Dominance in Cuckoldry.][+68 EXP gained.][Congratulations! You have reached Level 50!][Mid-Tier Store Items and Advanced Features have been unlocked.]The notifications flashed across my vision immediately after a final, wild round with Evelyn. She lay there, her red hair messy, totally spent and panting against the pillows—a rare sight, considering her nature was usually insatiable. I climbed out of the bed, my flaccid cock dangling between my thighs, satisfied. I began gathering my clothes, which were scattered like confetti across the bedroom floor and covering myself. "Well... guys, I’m heading to the next room," I said. I knew exactly what Steve liked to do after I was finished with his wife, and I wasn't interested in sticking around to watch him "clean up" the aftermath."Alright, Mark. See ya!" Steve replied with a broad, genuine grin. H
175. Secrets of the painting
Earlier... (The Brisco Estate)After spending hours meticulously studying the portrait of Maerten Soolmans, Ben finally stepped forward. He carried the painting with practiced care, placing it on the table before Lilith and her parents.Lilith’s father, James Brisco, looked up at the butler. "So... how did it go?"Ben sat down, his gaze fixed on the table. "I have good news and bad news.""Start with the good," Lilith interrupted immediately."The portrait is an original.""And the bad news?""It’s the 'Anchor', not the 'Signal," Ben explained.James ran a hand through his vibrant hair, a look of frustration crossing his face. "The Anchor, huh? Well, I didn’t expect it to be easy to find the Signal. That bastard Michael and Darren must have hidden it well."Lilith looked down, her fingers fidgeting at the mention of Darren—Alice’s late uncle and a man the Briscos considered a mortal enemy. The guilt of
174. The turning point
Mark was finally enjoying his solitude, scrolling through reels on his phone while he finished his lunch. The cafeteria emptied more with every passing minute as students headed off to their respective clubs to prepare for the summer festival. Some were already hauling wood for haunted houses; others were practicing choreography in the halls.Mark had no intention of participating in any of it. He wanted nothing but his food and his peace of mind.That was, until Rita walked in. She marched over to his table, but instead of sitting like a civilized person, she swung the chair around and sat on it backward. Resting her arms on the backrest, she leaned forward and grinned at Mark like the delinquent she was."Yo... s’up!" she greeted energetically.Mark raised his head. He noticed Vincent standing at the far end of the room, watching them with bated breath. Mark turned back to his sister, his brow furrowed. "What do you want, Rita?""I
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{Astras Academy}"No, thank you! How many times do I have to say I’m not interested?" Mark bellowed. He reclined in his chair, one leg tossed over the other in a display of pure indifference.Across from him sat Vincent, the Student Council Vice President. A tray of burgers and fries sat between them, untouched by the tension in the air. Vincent took a slow, steadying breath, watching Mark’s stubborn posture. *'I have to convince him. No matter what it takes. Everything depends on him....the plan, my mother's life...'"I understand that you’re not fond of the spotlight," Vincent said, keeping his voice level. "But look at how excited everyone is for the summer festival. They’ve never been this hyped before, and it’s all because you the God of Astras who's supposed to be the lead in the play. People want you, Mark. They want to see you. Don't let them down."It was like talking to a brick wall. Mark acted as if he’d plugged his ears with
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