Mike's face crumpled, his lips trembling as he watched Lana fall apart for another man. He looked like he wanted to say something, but no words came. He just stood there, broken, watching the woman he thought was his, ride another man's cock like she couldn't live without it.
Dick finally pulled out, watching as Lana collapsed onto the bench, her body trembling, spent. He glanced at Mike, who stood there, pale and shaking.
Mike stood there, trembling, his eyes glassy as he stretched out his hand, desperation radiating off him. "The exam questions... You promised."
Dick chuckled darkly, zipping his pants with mocking slowness, savoring the way Mike's face twisted in confusion. "You really think I'd just hand them over after that?" He leaned back, a smirk curling his lips. "Fuck off, you spineless bitch."
Mike's eyes widened, his world collapsing around him. He opened his mouth, his voice cracking as he stammered, "B-but... you promised..."
Dick's mocking laughter echoed in the night. "Did I? Really?" He turned his head toward Lana, who was still slumped on the bench, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath. "Lana, did I promise him anything?"
Lana, still dazed, barely lifted her head. Her gaze flicked weakly toward Mike, pity and exhaustion in her eyes. "N-no... you didn't."
Mike's lips quivered, disbelief washing over him. "No, no, no..." His voice was barely a whisper, his knees trembling as the weight of the betrayal hit him like a brick to the chest.
Dick rose to his feet, towering over Mike, his voice low and menacing. "What, you thought you could just stand there, watch me fuck her, and then get rewarded?" He stepped closer, his smirk fading, replaced by something colder, sharper.
Mike stumbled back, the reality of his own weakness gnawing at him. His hand remained outstretched, as if hoping to somehow claw back even the smallest shred of dignity. "I-I need those questions, man. Please. I can't—"
"You can't what?" Dick sneered, stepping into Mike's space, his voice dripping with contempt. "You can't survive without cheating your way through life? You think that's going to fix your pathetic ass?"
Mike's chest heaved, eyes darting to Lana, searching for something—anything—that might save him from the spiral he was sinking into. But there was nothing. She didn't even look at him anymore.
Mike hesitated, his face pale and eyes wide, struggling to find the words. "I-I'll tell everyone she cheated!" His voice cracked, the weak threat hanging in the air like a bad joke.
Dick just laughed, the sound low and dangerous. "Good luck proving that." His voice was filled with icy contempt as he stepped forward. Without warning, he kicked Mike square in the gut, sending the kid sprawling backward onto the cold grass. "Get the fuck out of here before I call the guards, pathetic cuck."
Mike gasped, clutching his stomach, trying to catch his breath. His face twisted in pain and humiliation, but he didn't move. He couldn't. The weight of everything that had just happened was pressing down on him, suffocating him. His eyes flicked desperately toward Lana, as if hoping for some kind of mercy, some sign that she hadn't completely abandoned him. But she wasn't looking at him anymore.
She was still slumped on the bench, her body trembling slightly, lost in her own exhaustion.
Dick's voice cut through the silence, sharp and final. "You think you're gonna tell anyone about this? Who the hell would believe you? A little bitch like you. No one's gonna take you seriously, Mike. You're a fucking joke."
Mike's breath came in shallow gasps as he finally pulled himself to his feet, his knees shaking. "You'll regret this," he muttered weakly, but even as the words left his mouth, he knew how empty they were. There was no power behind them, no conviction.
Dick shook his head, smirking as he watched the kid limp away. "Run along now, Mike," he called after him, his voice mocking. "And next time, try growing a spine before you come back."
Mike stumbled toward the gate, his figure disappearing into the night, leaving nothing but the bitter taste of defeat hanging in the air.
Dick turned back to Lana, who hadn't moved from her spot. Her chest was still heaving, and her hair clung to her sweaty skin. She looked wrecked, completely spent. But she wasn't crying. There was no sadness in her eyes. Just a deep satisfaction.
"That's over," Dick muttered, sitting beside her, his voice softer now but still firm. "No more Mike. No more messes. You're free from all that."
Lana nodded weakly, her body still trembling. "I know," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Thank you, Dick."
He reached over, brushing a strand of hair away from her face, his touch surprisingly gentle. "You did well tonight," he said, his tone calmer. "Now, you can finally move forward. No more looking back."
Lana looked up at him, her eyes filled with gratitude, burgeoning awe and reverence. She didn't say anything, just leaned her head against his shoulder, letting the weight of everything settle in. For the first time in a long time, she didn't feel like she was drowning. She had no idea what came next, but at least for tonight, she wasn't alone.
And for now, that was enough.
After he soothed Lana and returned to his room, Dick finally checked the system notifications he'd ignored earlier.
[Side Quest: Debt of Trust
Objective: Pay off Lana's debt and gain her loyalty. Cuckolding is an art that goes beyond fucking another man's woman. Cockblocking a man, then stealing his opportunity, is just another facet of this beautiful art. Steal Jared's opportunity and fuck Lana before he does.
Reward: +10 NP. +10 NP for cuckolding Mike. +10 NP for making him watch helplessly. +20 NP for making him eat your cum.]
Dick let out a small, amused breath. He'd expected as much. Watching Mike crumble like that—his pitiful attempts to salvage the situation—it almost made the whole night worth it. Mike was a fool. Dick from the start, had no intention to hand over those exam answers. Why bother?
He slumped into his chair. The house was quiet now—no annoying voices of Clara or Jessica. Flicking through the system shop, his eyes scanned the new options. Dominance Aura caught his attention again. It was expensive—more than he could afford at the moment—but it lingered at the back of his mind like a tempting whisper. There was always something thrilling about having that kind of raw influence, bending others to his will with just a look.
But not yet.
His fingers drummed on the desk as he scrolled through the less flashy items. Small boosts, temporary charms—tools he could use to sharpen the edges of his game. Vocal Charm had done its job tonight, amplifying the menace in his words, twisting Mike's fear until it was something palpable. Something he could almost taste.
He had 60 NP now. Time to make it count.
Dick opened the Netori Shop, his eyes immediately drawn to a few new options. The list gleamed with possibilities, each one more tempting than the last. He let his finger hover over one of them.
[Skill: Lustful Magnetism (25 NP)
Effect: Increases the target's physical attraction to the user, heightening their desire with each interaction. Works subtly over time, creating an undeniable pull that draws them in deeper.]
Perfect for long-term seductions.
His lips twisted into a smirk. That one would come in handy, especially with some of the tougher targets. Plant the seed, let them stew in their own growing obsession. It was a slow burn, but worth it. He added it to his list, the system confirming the purchase with a quiet hum.
Scrolling down, something else caught his attention.
[Skill: Emotional Bondage (25 NP)
Effect: Strengthens emotional attachment after sex, making the target more vulnerable and dependent. They'll start to need the user, crave their approval, and feel a subtle sense of loss when they're away. Ideal for those already teetering on the edge of control.]
"Perfect," he muttered, selecting it without hesitation. Lana would be the first to experience it. She was already weak, mentally frayed from everything that had happened. This would make sure she stayed that way, tethered to him emotionally, even when her body had time to recover.
With those purchases locked in, 10 NP remained. Not enough for the heavy hitters, but still useful. He skimmed through the cheaper abilities, eyeing a few that could give him the edge in other, less direct ways.
[Skill: Subtle Dominance (10 NP)
Effect: Boosts the user's presence in group dynamics, subtly making them the center of attention. It doesn't force people to obey outright but plants the idea that the user is someone worth following, someone who holds the power in any social setting.]
He bought it immediately. That skill wasn't flashy, but it was the kind of thing that could shift the tide in small, meaningful ways—especially in the university setting, where everything was about appearances and social clout. It was exactly the kind of weapon that wouldn't seem like one until it was too late.
With no NP left, there wasn't much point checking for more. He'd need to rack up more points before he could touch the higher-tier abilities like Dominance Aura or Rival Weakening. But that was fine. He'd gotten what he needed for now. The rest would come in time.
Closing the shop, Dick leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping the armrest, his new skills settling in, subtle but present. It was like acquiring new tools, sharp and precise, each one crafted to carve out a new path of control.
His phone buzzed on the desk. He glanced at the screen, not surprised to see it was Lana. A single message:
Lana: Can I see you tomorrow?
Dick's smirk deepened. Emotional Bondage was already doing its work, weaving through her thoughts, pulling her back to him. She was starting to realize that whatever life she had before was gone. Now, there was only him.
He didn't bother replying. Today was a long one. First, Mrs. Harper, dominated thoroughly. Then Lin Turner, another sex-hungry MILF who practically melted under him. And finally, Lana. Three times. Unbelievable for the old Dick, but for the new him? He still had energy left.
His mind wandered as he stretched, glancing at the darkened window. Should I sneak into Rebecca's house? The thought rolled over him, tempting but reckless. Mrs. Avery had been quiet in the last few days after their first time. She was his first time after all, and he cared for her.
But tonight? He smirked to himself. He'd pushed enough boundaries for one day.
Instead, he peeled off his shirt and flung it onto the floor. Walking over to his dresser, Dick caught his reflection in the mirror. The face staring back at him was a far cry from the bloated, acne-scarred mess he used to avoid. Now, it was sharp, hard-edged, and controlled. He cracked his knuckles, the sound echoing in the quiet room.
He walked to the shower and had a quick wash, the water doing little to scrub away the scent of sweat and sex clinging to his skin. The water ran cool, and he shut it off, grabbing a towel. He wiped himself down, tossing the damp towel over a chair as he headed back to his room. He threw on a pair of loose sweats.