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Chapter 77: The Chains of Lust
🕑 Added 2025-09-08 06:26:33 +0000 UTCInside the bedroom, now a sacred temple of lust, the scents of sandalwood, amber, and the rich, tangy smell of lovemaking still mingled in the warm air. The flickering candlelight danced on the sweat-drenched, naked bodies of the two figures. Owen still lay on Victoria's limp form, panting heavily, while the crown-of-thorns brand on her lower abdomen still glowed a faint red, like smoldering embers.
And in that moment… amidst an atmosphere that seemed to have been torn from ancient times, modern technology intruded without ceremony.
Ting!
A translucent blue screen flashed to life before Owen's eyes. Its cold, digital light was a stark contrast to the soft candlelight. A message appeared clearly:
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[Congratulations! Victoria's Demon Path has reached 100 points! She has become a completely sexually obsessed woman!]
[Victoria's Affection score has been converted from -40 to 60!]
[Special Condition Unlocked: 'The Chains of Lust']
[- Victoria will lose -5 Affection every 24 hours you do not have sex with her.]
[- Conversely, her Affection will increase by +5 if you have sex with her each day.]
[- If her Affection drops to 0, she will abandon you and seek a new master.]
[- Please increase her Affection to 100 to make her your complete sex slave!]
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Owen read the notification with mixed feelings. He looked down at Victoria's body beneath him. Her eyes were closed, but her lips were curved into a blissful smile. The brand on her lower abdomen was proof of his complete victory. He had successfully destroyed and remade the proud queen. A feeling of satisfaction, both as a creator and a possessor, surged through him.
But then his smile faded slightly as he finished reading the conditions of 'The Chains of Lust.' He let out a soft sigh. It was a new "burden" that had immediately followed his success. This condition bound him to her inextricably. He would have to constantly "care for" and "fulfill" her to maintain her loyalty.
His mind began to picture the packed schedule that awaited him. He had been away from work for almost seven days... especially the important work of creating Clara's OnlyStar content, which her fans were probably waiting for like madmen. And most importantly... he still hadn't prepared a plan to deal with his formidable foe, ‘Victor Draemond.’
'But since I've chosen this path, I have to see it through…' Owen thought with determination. 'I have to max out Victoria's affection to 100 as quickly as possible, to make her one of my women, someone I can completely trust!'
Having made his decision, he slowly pulled his member from her body. A shameful sound was made as their physical connection ended. He moved to sit elegantly on the edge of the bed, his back slightly to her, to seriously consider the system window before him. His demeanor had once again shifted to that of a cold planner.
Victoria, having just been through the ritual, felt an immediate emptiness the moment he pulled his large cock out. She slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze was no longer confused or angry. Only the image of her "Master's" strong, candlelit back was reflected in her eyes.
She slowly pushed herself up... and crawled towards him on the bed, which was soaked with their love juice and sweat. Her every movement was filled with reverence. She rested her face on his strong thigh, looking up at him with eyes full of worship and a desire unlike any before. And finally... she spoke the first plea of her new life, her voice a trembling, affectionate whisper.
"Master..." she whispered hoarsely, her small tongue darting out to lick her own lips seductively. "...my body feels... so empty... Please... please fill me again~"
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The late morning sun streamed into the mountaintop safe house. Owen stood leaning against the large glass window frame, looking out at the endless pine forest. He was in casual clothes, but the atmosphere around him was filled with a tangible power and success.
On the carpet beside the sofa, Victoria knelt quietly. She was in a tight-fitting, dark purple silk dress he had chosen for her. Her eyes were fixed on his back in adoration, patiently awaiting her next command. She now looked no different from a docile pet waiting for its owner.
Owen raised his phone to his ear... It was time to end this mission.
The phone rang for only a moment before a familiar voice answered. "What's up, my friend~ Calling me directly like this... must be good news, right?" Alex's voice sounded expectant and impatient.
Owen gave a smirk. He turned to look at Victoria, who was still kneeling patiently.
"Mission complete, Alex..." Owen reported, his voice cheerful yet professional. "...As you saw in the latest video I sent, she has become my completely obedient toy. And she's ready to sign the divorce papers whenever you want."
"Ha... Hahaha!" a loud, unsuppressed laugh came from the other end of the line. It was the sound of true satisfaction and victory. "Excellent! Absolutely excellent! I knew I wasn't wrong about you! Bring her to my mansion now, Owen! I'll have my lawyer prepare everything!"
"Understood," Owen replied shortly before hanging up. He turned and nodded to Victoria as a signal. She quickly stood up and followed him out to the SUV without a single question.
The drive down the winding mountain should have been relaxed, but it became the ultimate test of Owen's concentration. The narrow road and sharp, dangerous turns required his full attention, but the atmosphere inside the car was thick with a lust that emanated from the figure beside him.
Soon after the car left the safe house, Victoria began to grow restless. She squirmed uncomfortably, her breathing becoming ragged... 'The Chains of Lust' were at work. She unbuckled her seatbelt and shamelessly leaned down between his legs. She skillfully unzipped his pants and immediately used her hot mouth to possess his already hardening member.
"Mmm…" Owen let out an involuntary groan, trying his best to keep a firm grip on the steering wheel and focus on the road ahead, while her hot, moist tongue expertly aroused him.
The wet, lewd sounds of her sucking echoed softly, blending with the low purr of the engine. One of her hands cupped the base of his cock, gently stroking it up and down, while her other hand wasn't idle. She slipped it under her tight dress, frantically grinding her hardened clit. Her face was contorted with bliss... This was the state of a woman truly enslaved by lust.
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A few hours later, the white SUV turned majestically through the massive wrought-iron gates of the Ashford mansion. The perfectly manicured lawns and the rose gardens lining the driveway were as beautiful as ever, but the atmosphere that had once made Owen feel pressured now felt like he was walking onto a stage to receive an award.
Owen quickly took care of himself and Victoria before leading her into Alex's opulent office. The familiar smell of old leather, teak, and expensive whiskey hung in the air. There... Alex sat waiting behind his polished desk with a victor's smile, with an old man in a neat suit, his personal lawyer, standing beside him with an emotionless face.
Victoria clung to Owen's arm as if she were a part of his body. Her eyes stared straight ahead, showing no emotion for the place that had once been her kingdom. Alex looked at the scene with a mixture of pity and the utmost satisfaction before speaking in a taunting voice.
“Finally, I’ll be free of a problem like you, Victoria… I’m tired of cleaning up the messes you make every day, squandering my money like toilet paper! From now on, we have nothing to do with each other!”
But his words had no effect on Victoria. She slowly let go of Owen's arm, took a step forward, lifted her chin, and replied in a voice colder and more cutting than any knife.
"Hmph… good… I'm tired of an old, impotent man with a tiny dick like you, too. You can't even compare to a fraction of my Master Owen!"
The words struck Alex like a physical blow! The victor's smile on his face froze for a moment. He felt a sharp pain in his chest but quickly hid it behind an impassive mask. He ignored her words and looked at Owen with admiration before sliding the divorce papers in front of Victoria.
The lawyer stepped forward and stated the terms in a flat, emotionless voice. "Signing this document means that you, Victoria Ashford, willingly agree to divorce Mr. Alexander Ashford, and waive all rights to assets, inheritance, and all benefits from the Ashford family... Do you accept?"
Instead of hesitating or growing angry, Victoria looked visibly eager. She snatched the pen without a moment's hesitation. But just as the tip of the pen was about to touch the paper, she paused and turned to look at the silent Owen for his permission.
Both Alex and the lawyer stared in shock. They had expected screaming or negotiations, but not this complete and utter submission.
Owen simply gave her a slight nod... and that was all she needed.
Victoria signed the document with a quick, decisive stroke. It was the act of crossing out her past without a second thought.
She pushed the document back to Alex, then rose and stood beside Owen as reverently as his own shadow. She no longer cared about power, money, or social status... Her entire world now consisted only of her new "Master."
The old bond had been severed... and a new bond had begun, completely.
The moment the divorce papers were pushed back to Alex, the room filled with an uncomfortable silence. Alex and the lawyer both stared at Victoria, who now stood by Owen's side like his shadow, with an indescribable feeling.
Owen broke the silence. He turned to Victoria with the eyes of a master and gave his first command in her new status, right in front of her ex-husband. "Go pack your things... everything that belongs to you... then wait for me in the car."
"Yes... Master," Victoria replied submissively, without hesitation. She gave Owen a slight bow, then turned and walked out of the office with grace, without even glancing at Alex.
When the office door closed, Alex turned to his lawyer with a satisfied smile. "Thank you for today... Your work is done. Your check will be sent as usual."
"My pleasure, sir," the old lawyer bowed politely. He packed his documents into his leather briefcase and left the room quietly, closing the door softly behind him.
Now... inside the opulent office, only Owen and Alex were truly alone.
An uncomfortable silence hung in the air for a moment before it was shattered by Alex's crazed, explosive laughter.
"Ha… Hahahahaha!"
He was happier than he had ever been. His face was flushed with excitement. He shot up from his chair, walking straight to the bar with the energy of a twenty-year-old. He took out the oldest and most expensive bottle of brandy, pouring the amber liquid into two crystal glasses with hands that trembled slightly with joy, before handing one to Owen.
"Amazing! It was more amazing than I ever imagined, Owen! You are my best friend!" he said, slapping Owen on the shoulder with sincere force.
Owen accepted the glass. He looked at Alex's blissful state and could easily guess that the man's affection score for him had surely surpassed 60 points. That meant from now on, Alex would never think ill of him and would see him as a truly important ally.
"Since my mission is complete..." Owen began calmly. "About my debt…"
Alex laughed again. "What debt? I transferred a million dollars to pay it off the day I received that video! I always believed you would succeed. And your work... it was worth every cent!"
Those words were like a key unlocking the final chain from Owen's life. He felt as if a mountain had been lifted from his shoulders. A feeling of true relief and freedom washed over him so intensely he almost crushed the glass in his hand. Finally... the massive debt that had started all this chaos was gone.
"A toast, to your freedom and our victory!" Alex raised his glass high.
Just as the two were about to drink to their celebration…
BANG!
The office door was thrown open so violently it startled everyone. Anya walked in, her face flushed, her eyes blazing with an unprecedented anger and disappointment. She no longer looked like a composed, professional secretary, but like a storm about to destroy everything.
"What have you done, Alex!" she yelled. "I can't believe you withdrew this year's donation to the orphanage! That was millions! What did those children do to you? If we had stuck to the original plan, millions in charitable donations would have gone to several orphanages. You would have gained both fame and the trust of countless citizens. Why did you suddenly withdraw the donation?”
The smile on Alex's face vanished instantly, replaced by a cold impassiveness. "I know, Anya… but I had an urgent matter that required that sum of money. An investor always needs to know where their money will benefit them most. So you don't need to worry so much. I'll find a way to compensate those children next year, if that makes you feel any better."
Anya looked at Alex with the utmost disappointment. "Well… if you say so… I can't stop you. The money is yours, and I'm just your secretary who takes care of things for you." Even as she spoke, her demeanor was still filled with clear dissatisfaction.
"Thank you for understanding, Anya," he could only shrug helplessly.
Anya turned and stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind her again, leaving the once-bright atmosphere in an uncomfortable silence.
The brandy glass in Owen's hand felt strangely heavy. He stood motionless, but his mind was processing what he had just heard... One million dollars... a donation that was withdrawn... His freedom... had it been bought with the future of countless orphans?
He looked at Alex with a changed gaze… A seed of doubt had been planted in Owen's heart... and it made him begin to question the path he was walking. Cooperating with this man... where would it lead him in the end… because he himself was once an orphan, who had grown up and was alive today because of those very orphanages…
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