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WD - Chapter 189: Reward or punishment?
🕑 Added 2025-01-06 15:20:58 +0000 UTC11:15 PM
Indianapolis, Indiana
“Tomorrow, we leave at eight in the morning. Set your alarm,” said a middle-aged blonde woman with blue eyes, looking at a young girl who was also blonde, though the girl possessed an otherworldly beauty.
The beautiful girl was none other than Luke. The middle-aged blonde woman was Natasha, who had altered her appearance. Her current name was Lucy Foster, a widow with two daughters. One of them, Luke—or rather, Tuesday—and the other, Wednesday (using the alias Jenna).
It had been a few days since they had left Petropolus Manor undercover. Initially, their flight had been swift, but they later stopped flying and began taking numerous detours and random paths decided by Natasha, who took their undercover mission very seriously.
They had over 2,000 miles to travel to Sunnyvale and Shadyside. For the time being, they would stay in Shadyside. As for the neighboring town, Sunnyvale, it was less than 15 miles away and would also need to be explored if they found nothing in Shadyside.
They were now very close to their destination, and it seemed no one was following them, which was a good sign. In the end, the demon attack on Petropolus Manor had brought an unexpected advantage.
They only had about 112 miles left to travel by road to reach Shadyside. Since they were so close to the town, they would proceed using their false identities, meaning that Luke had to stay in his feminine form whenever they were in public.
“I know. See you,” Luke said reluctantly, still in his feminine form. He wore a black hoodie that partially concealed his face, though it couldn’t hide the cascade of golden hair spilling from its edges. The long, sleek strands fell elegantly, shining under the dim light and contrasting against the darkness of the hood.
Luke said goodbye to Natasha, who entered room number 7. He walked a few more steps and entered room number 9.
Closing the door behind him, he walked down a short hallway that led to a double bed, two nightstands, and a medium-sized plasma TV mounted across from the bed.
In one corner, there was a small desk with a chair near the window, whose curtains were drawn shut.
At the foot of the bed was an open suitcase, and Wednesday stood nearby, organizing her new clothes.
Since she was using a false identity, she had to wear less gothic clothing and make an effort to put together more conventional outfits, though they were still predominantly black or white.
She was currently wearing the dress Luke had given her for her birthday, but what would surprise everyone who knew her most was her hair. She no longer had her signature two braids.
She had cut her hair, which now reached just past her shoulders. It suited her well, but it was strange not to see her with her long, perfectly symmetrical braids.
Despite not being famous, Wednesday took the undercover mission very seriously. It was true that she wasn’t publicly known like Luke—she didn’t even have social media—but in the world of outcasts, she had built a reputation, aside from being an Addams.
That was why she had to make an effort to change her appearance. Plus, according to Luke, her usual outfit was too eye-catching, which wouldn’t be ideal for the mission.
Luke glanced at Wednesday and suppressed the urge to hug her for two reasons. First, he was in his feminine form—a form Wednesday disliked—and second, she was still mad at him for stealing her prey the night the demons attacked.
He sat down in the chair and observed Wednesday, who didn’t even look up or say hello when he walked in.
‘How do I get her to stop being mad?’ Luke wondered, resting his delicate hand on his chin. He checked the time; there were about ten minutes left before he could return to his male form. That was the time he had to come up with a solution.
While Luke pondered, the minutes ticked by, and at one point, Wednesday picked up a black skirt and turned to face him, holding up the skirt for Luke to examine.
“Do you like it?” Wednesday asked, her tone devoid of emotion.
“Uh?” Luke murmured, not expecting such a question from Wednesday, but he quickly answered, thinking she might have let go of her anger. “Yes, it’ll look great on you.”
“I know. It’s not for me. It’s for you, Galadriel. You should wear feminine clothes, not your brother’s oversized outfits,” Wednesday said sharply, eyeing Luke’s hoodie and pants, which were clearly too large for his feminine form.
‘Galadriel? Brother? Are we going back to that?’ Luke thought, a faint twitch forming in his eyebrow.
“Open your mind, Jenna,” Luke said, emphasizing her fake name.
“I might look like a woman because of this potion, but I identify as a man and I’m a lesbian, since I’m only attracted to women. As for my clothing, I prefer what an average straight guy would wear, so you’ll never see me in a skirt. I’d rather see you in one,” he added.
Wednesday raised an eyebrow. “A lesbian who identifies as a man? Well, Galadriel, I wonder what my brother would think if he found out about that.”
"I don’t care. If I break him heart, even better. My revenge will be complete," Luke said with a smile that only highlighted his flawless features.
"While we’re at it, do you realize this whole debate about countless genders and sexual orientations is a pathetic invention by normies trying to label themselves in a world that doesn’t even accept them? I didn’t think the level of stupidity could reach such heights. The worst part is that there are some outcasts who actually like this," Wednesday said with clear disapproval and disdain.
She had seen some of her dormmates last year at Nevermore adopt these new definitions.
Luke seized the opportunity to critique normie society alongside Wednesday, who continued packing her suitcase. It was fortunate the topic arose spontaneously, as it prompted Wednesday to stop calling him Galadriel and actually speak to him.
There was something almost therapeutic about sharing this critique of normie society. Luke reverted to his male form, and thanks to wearing clothes in his size, he didn’t need to change.
Now back in his male form, Luke stood up from the chair and approached Wednesday.
Without hesitation, he extended his arms and wrapped them around Wednesday’s waist, pulling her close enough that his chest gently touched her back. The difference in their height made his chin nearly graze her shoulder.
"Will you stop being mad now?" Luke asked.
Wednesday, who allowed him to embrace her, responded with another question in her usual tone, "When have I been mad?"
"Oh, come on, admit it. Ever since the fight with the demons, you’ve been talking to me less, and when you do, it’s only to throw snide remarks my way," Luke said.
"Mm… no, I don’t know what you’re talking about," Wednesday replied.
She knew she hadn’t been entirely rational about the matter. After all, Luke had apologized over the last few days and had tried to make amends. And even though she was aware of that, she couldn’t help but keep up the act.
Something about his persistence stirred a strange mix of emotions in her: the initial anger was fading, but having Luke there, trying to soothe her, was oddly… satisfying.
"So, you’re still playing hard to get… Tell me what I have to do to make you stop being mad," Luke said, knowing that in her straightforward nature, Wednesday would give him the answer he was looking for.
Hearing his words, Wednesday slowly stepped out of the embrace and sat on the bed with her legs crossed. Luke struggled not to look at her legs.
"Will you do whatever I tell you?" Wednesday asked, staring at him intently.
"Yes. If it means you’ll stop being mad, then yes, I’ll do whatever you say," Luke replied.
“Kneel,” Wednesday said in a cold tone.
Luke obeyed and as he knelt he was lower than Wednesday who was sitting on the bed.
“What now?” asked Luke.
'He leaves his pride behind...' thought Wednesday in surprise, though she didn't show it in her expression. She knew how proud Luke is, for him to really get down on his knees he must be very concerned about resolving her anger.
“Now...” said Wednesday, as she stopped crossing her legs, she stretched them forward, sitting more casually and openly.
Luke as he knelt had Wednesday's legs very close to him, that movement didn't go unnoticed and he couldn't help but stare. Since she was wearing a dress, he could see her underwear.
'Black...' thought Luke swallowing saliva.
'Do it,' Wednesday said without being very explanatory.
Luke looked up meeting her eyes looking at him and had also formed what appeared to be a slight smile as he noticed Luke couldn't resist looking at her underwear.
“Do what?” asked Luke uncomprehendingly.
“Do I have to be more explicit?” asked Wednesday spreading her legs a little wider and moving closer to Luke who had his face closer and closer to her.
“Oh, no... no...” said Luke instantly understanding what Wednesday was referring to.
He was confused, was this a punishment? However, he would not argue and started on his duty.
After several minutes, Luke pulled his head out of Wednesday's dress which had been pulled up exposing almost the entirety of her pale legs.
Wednesday was no longer sitting up straight, instead she had laid down on the bed and her breathing seemed erratic. After Luke finished, it took a few seconds for her to stand up straight again.
“Well...” said Wednesday wiping a bit of saliva from her mouth, trying to keep a stoic face.
“Now it's my turn...” she added, as she extended her bare foot towards Luke's crotch who was slightly startled.
He thought that at best tonight he would get her to address him and stop being upset, but instead he got a lot more than he bargained for.
“But first wash your mouth out,” Wednesday said before Luke took off his pants. She didn't want to kiss someone with a face full of fluids, no matter how much of them were hers.
“Yes, ma'am,” Luke said, quickly heading for the bathroom.
It looked like today was his lucky day.
