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Chapter 74: The First Lesson [R-18]
🕑 Added 2025-09-04 00:45:05 +0000 UTCThe Sunday morning sun cast golden beams through the sheer curtains into the luxurious country club suite. Owen slowly opened his eyes. The first sensation he registered was the soft suppleness of a naked back pressed against his chest. The faint scent of expensive shampoo mixed with Victoria's unique body odor and the lingering, tangy smell of their lovemaking from the night before still hung in the air.
He looked down at the figure still sleeping soundly in his arms. The face that was once so arrogant and full of hatred now looked relaxed and as innocent as a small child's. Her full lips, slightly swollen from their deep kisses, parted softly with the rhythm of her steady breathing. Faint, rose-colored marks on her neck and shoulders were a testament to his complete possession last night.
The feeling of a victor surged through him. Owen gave a satisfied smirk. The sire instinct within him roared silently at the sight of this beautiful "treasure" lying quiescent under his command. He moved his hand down to playfully squeeze her firm, round buttocks, which were as soft and ripe as a peach. The touch made the body in his arms twitch slightly, and she let out a soft moan in her throat... She was awake.
Victoria slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was the sharp features of the man who had defiled her, just inches away. The humiliating memories came rushing back like a tsunami. Her face went pale, then flushed a deep red with rage. She tried to struggle away, but she was held fast by an embrace as strong as a steel vise.
"Where are you going... my queen?" Owen whispered hoarsely next to her ear, his warm breath raising goosebumps on her skin.
Before she could utter a single curse, he flipped her onto her back and straddled her. He gave her no time to react, crushing his lips down on hers in a deep, violent kiss. His hot tongue wantonly invaded her mouth, chasing and sucking her tongue until it made a shameful sound, while his hands roamed her body, reigniting the fire of desire she was trying so hard to extinguish.
When he broke the kiss, Victoria was panting heavily, her eyes glistening with confused emotions. Owen didn't wait. He aimed his fully erect, 12-inch cock at the entrance of her love canal, still swollen but ready to welcome him again, before slamming it in all the way in one go.
"Ah!..."
She cried out but quickly bit her lip, desperately suppressing her shameful moans. Owen began to move his hips, slowly but heavily. It was the rhythm of a morning reminder of his ownership. He stared deep into her humiliated eyes as their bodies merged into one.
After releasing himself inside her again until Victoria's body convulsed with an undeniable pleasure, Owen rolled onto his side, relaxed. He felt like a king who had just enjoyed the finest tribute. He lay still for a moment before casually reaching for his phone to check his messages. His relaxed demeanor was like a slap to the face for Victoria, who was lying there trembling with a storm of emotions.
And then he saw the latest reply from Alex.
"To: Owen Marlowe
Subject: Re: Mission Progress Report
-A very satisfactory image... But to make our evidence more solid and undeniable... I want a 'video' of you destroying her dignity, turning her into your obedient toy."
Owen raised an eyebrow, surprised and amused by the governor's tastes, but he just shrugged. He wasn't in a position to judge anyone's morals, as long as it benefited him. He typed a short reply: "Understood." Then, he requested a safe, private house to continue his "mission." Alex agreed, sending an address and informing him that a key was on its way.
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Owen drove his white SUV along a winding mountain road. The scenery on both sides was filled with tall, serene pine forests. Sunlight filtering through the branches created a sparkling pattern on the road. He glanced periodically at the figure beside him. Victoria was still in a weary and confused state. She sat perfectly still, like a broken glass doll, her vacant eyes staring out the window at nothing in particular.
Finally, the car turned onto a discreet private road before stopping in front of the new safe house. It was a luxurious villa on a mountaintop. The house was a modern architectural style of dark cedar and large glass walls. It stood majestically on a cliff, blending into the green mountain nature with a vibrant life of its own.
Once inside, Owen couldn't help but be impressed by Alex's taste. The interior was minimalist yet luxurious. Every piece of furniture was from a famous designer. The polished wooden floors softly reflected the gentle sunlight. It was truly fit for a governor's secret safe house.
He let the still-dazed Victoria walk into the largest bedroom on her own. She collapsed onto the king-sized bed, which was as soft as a cloud, and fell into a deep sleep from both physical and mental exhaustion.
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Victoria woke again as the sun began to turn golden. The humiliating memories from the morning came flooding back like a tsunami, making her tremble with anger and shame. She wanted to scream and destroy everything in sight, but she knew that such actions would have no effect on this man.
So, she changed her strategy... to the "Silent Treatment."
'You may defile my body... but you will never break my spirit,' she vowed to herself. 'I will endure these 7 days... by preserving the last thing I have left: my refusal to submit verbally!'
She would not speak... not look at him... and not respond to him in any way.
When she walked out of the bedroom, she found Owen sitting with his legs crossed on a stylish sofa in the living room, reading a book. He sensed her presence and looked up with a smile. It was the disgusting smile of a victor.
"Awake, are we, my little vixen~" he greeted her with a teasing voice. "Hungry? I was just about to order dinner."
Victoria didn't answer. She walked past him as if he were air and stood with her arms crossed, looking out the large glass window.
Owen saw her reaction and chuckled softly. He wasn't angry; on the contrary, he was amused by this new psychological game. And just then, the translucent blue screen of the [Choice System] appeared before him.
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[You are facing Victoria's "Silent Treatment." What will you do?]
[1. Use force to make her speak.]: (Affection -10 | She will remain silent and hate you even more.)
[2. Try to persuade her with reason and kind words.]: (Affection +1 | She will speak to you again, but your mission will have a higher chance of failure.)
[3. Completely ignore her existence.]: (Affection -5 | Her spirit will be broken down quickly | Enters the path of training Victoria to become your sex slave.)
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Owen chose option 3 without a moment's hesitation. He understood that the goal of this mission wasn't to make her like him, but to "destroy her dignity" as Alex wanted. He had to break down her arrogant old self and rebuild her in the way he desired. The negative affection score would turn positive in the blink of an eye once that was done.
'You want to play the silent game? Fine… let's see who can last longer,' Owen thought coldly.
He picked up his phone and sent a text to Anya, Alex's personal secretary.
Owen: "A request, Ms. Anya. I'll need dinner for two tonight. And please make it from Victoria's favorite restaurant. Would that be possible?"
The reply came within 5 minutes.
Anya: "Understood. The food will be delivered within the hour."
Less than an hour later, an unmarked black sedan pulled up quietly in front of the house. A man in a polite suit placed a large insulated box at the door, gave Owen a slight bow without a word, and then got back in the car and drove away… Everything was done with the utmost professionalism and speed.
A familiar, fragrant aroma wafted to Victoria's nose... The scent of perfectly seared foie gras, a rich red wine reduction sauce, and the unique fragrance of thinly sliced black truffles... It was her favorite menu.
Owen arranged all the food beautifully on the large oak dining table. He sat at the head of the table and began to savor the meal as if it were the most wonderful he'd ever had, while Victoria could only sit on the sofa, her stomach empty.
He played her favorite classical music through the house's expensive speakers. The soft, familiar notes of the piano filled the room. But he treated her as if she were invisible air. He didn't even glance in her direction, nor did he invite her to dinner!
Every second passed as slowly as an eternity...
Victoria sat frozen on the sofa. She clenched her fists so hard her nails dug into her palms, trying to use physical pain to suppress the torment building in her heart. The soft, warm lights of the house reflected emptily in her eyes.
Growl... Grumble...
A shameful sound erupted, breaking the silence she was trying to maintain. It was the sound of her own body... a sound of defeat louder than any words. She quickly hugged her stomach in humiliation. Her once-proud eyes, which had blazed with the fire of hatred, now began to tremble with hunger and a feeling of worthlessness that was slowly eating away at her soul... The first lesson had only just begun...
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The dawn of Monday arrived with a faint grey light filtering through the large glass walls of the mountaintop safe house. Victoria woke up on the sofa, her body weak and aching. A full day of gnawing hunger had sapped all her strength, leaving only a stubbornness that propped up her near-shattering spirit. The wall of silence she had built was beginning to show invisible cracks.
She saw Owen walk out of the bedroom in casual clothes. He looked refreshed, as if he had slept soundly. He didn't even glance at her, walking straight to the kitchen to casually make coffee. The rich aroma of freshly roasted coffee wafted to her nose, intensifying her hunger.
Soon, he walked back out with a breakfast tray that looked simple but smelled tormentingly delicious. Hot cream of truffle soup in a white porcelain bowl steamed gently, with a crispy baguette on the side. It was the breakfast she loved... and he knew it.
Owen placed the tray on the clear glass coffee table in front of her before sitting down on the opposite sofa. He met her eyes for the first time that day, his own gaze flat and unreadable.
"Do you want this delicious breakfast?" he asked, his voice level. "Then come pour my wine…"
It was a simple first command... but it was a wager for all the dignity she had left.
Victoria stared at him, her eyes red with anger and shame. She wavered for a long, agonizing moment, caught between her pride and the gnawing hunger that was torturing her body. But in the end... her survival instinct won.
She slowly pushed herself to her feet, her legs trembling, and walked to the bottle of wine on the bar like a prisoner on death row. She picked it up with a hand that was shaking so much she could barely hold it and silently poured the blood-red liquid into his glass.
Owen nodded with satisfaction before gesturing to the food tray, "allowing" her to eat.
In that instant, the wall she had tried to build crumbled. She snatched the bread and devoured it hungrily, almost choking, before drinking the hot soup in one go. The warmth of the soup soothed the coldness in her heart a little, but it couldn't wash away the bitter taste of defeat.
The routine of control continued for two full days. Owen had established a clear and cruel "system of reward and punishment." Every time she followed a simple command, she would be rewarded with "food," a piercing "compliment" like "Good girl... my good girl," and his "acknowledgment." But if she hesitated or showed the slightest defiance, he would immediately revert to "ignoring" her. He would treat her as if she didn't exist, leaving her to sink into a terrifying silence and hunger.
Victoria kept telling herself she was doing it "to survive." But deep down… receiving "acknowledgment" through his small rewards made her feel strangely good. It was a dangerous feeling she had never known before.
And on the third night... Owen raised the stakes.
After a silent dinner where she had to serve him everything, from pouring his wine to clearing the plates with trembling hands, Owen ordered her to follow him into the living room. The soft light from a lamp shone down on the thick wool rug, revealing the shadows of two people playing a cruel psychological game. He sat down on the long leather sofa, stretched out his strong legs, and tapped the footrest lightly with his fingertips.
"Come here... massage my feet."
The command was like a sharp knife to her last shred of dignity. Victoria froze. This was the most humiliating and disgusting command she had ever received. She wanted to scream, to refuse, but the image of him ignoring her, leaving her to suffer from a gut-wrenching hunger, flashed in her mind... She had lost... She had no choice but to obey.
She slowly crawled on all fours to kneel on the soft wool carpet before him. Every movement was filled with shame. She lowered her head to hide the tears welling in her eyes. She gently placed his strong, well-formed feet on her lap and began to massage them stiffly. Her fingertips could feel the heat of his soles and the strong muscles of his legs.
As she was drowning in her humiliation... Owen gave her a different kind of "reward."
He said nothing, but secretly activated his [Pheromones of Infatuation] at the lowest level. It wasn't a forceful compulsion, but a faint smoke that slowly seeped into the air. The atmosphere in the room changed. The once-cool air now felt thick and heavy with an unseen desire. Victoria felt a sudden, inexplicable heat wash over her body. Her heart began to beat faster. Her pussy started to grow wet, uncontrollably... Her body was betraying her mind again.
And then he moved…
He didn't touch her wantonly, but used only the tip of his big toe… slowly… seductively tracing the line of her jaw. The slightly rough texture of his skin against her soft cheek awakened a strange sensation that sent shivers through her.
"Ah…" she let out a soft, involuntary moan, a mixture of shock and confusion.
Then… he slowly used his toes to trace a path down her elegant neck… The disgusting yet surprisingly arousing touch glided over the trembling mounds of her breasts under her silk pajamas… and stopped on a nipple that had hardened into a tight knot through the fabric. He used his toes to gently grind it in a circle…
"Aah!…"
Victoria jolted, a violent pleasure shooting from her nipple down to her secret place like a lightning bolt. Her pussy became so wet her love juice soaked through her pajamas.
Owen teased her playfully, using his toes to circle her two nipples for several long minutes, alternating left and right, slowly and deliberately... And for a body stimulated by pheromones and starved of touch for days... it was more than enough.
"Ah… Aah… Don't… please…" she whimpered, her body writhing in torment.
"Ah… Aaaaaaaaaahhh!!!"
She shrieked, unable to hold back, her body convulsing violently, arching her chest to meet the humiliating touch without realizing it. Her instincts made her move closer... burying her flushed, tear-stained face in his strong lap to find an anchor amidst the storm of pleasure, before reaching a climax unlike any she had ever experienced.
When the final convulsion ended, her limp body was completely drained of strength, and she slowly slid from his lap to a heap on the soft carpet.
Victoria lay panting on the carpet in front of the sofa, her body trembling from the intense pleasure. Her mind was in chaos. She hated him... hated him enough to kill him... but her treacherous body was now craving his "reward" so intensely she was going mad.
She wanted more! A deeper touch!
She wanted his rough fingertips to trace the folds of her wet pussy! She wanted his hot lips to crush down and suck her tongue until she was breathless! She wanted his exquisite semen filling her mouth like the first time! And most importantly... she wanted his big cock slamming into her body until her consciousness blacked out again!…
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