Chapter 141: Chapter 141 – The Lightest Punishment

The atmosphere in the living room felt warm and heavy with lust. Delilah lay half naked on the sofa, her white dress slipping off one shoulder and revealing her full breasts and hardened nipples.

I knelt in front of her, licking and sucking one nipple with relish while my hand squeezed the other breast. Her soft, skilled fingers stroked the hard bulge beneath my pants, making my cock throb with desire.

“Ahh… Adam, darling… slowly…” Delilah moaned hoarsely, her fingers pressing harder.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Ding dong.

We paused and looked at each other. Delilah looked mildly annoyed, though her cheeks were flushed with arousal. With her dress open and her breath unsteady, she looked ripe and intoxicating.

“I’ll get it,” I said reluctantly as I stood up. With quick movements, I pulled up my slightly lowered pants and fastened them, stifling a small groan as my rigid cock was suddenly confined again.

Delilah nodded and quickly pulled her dress back into place, fixing her appearance as best she could.

I walked to the door, my face still faintly red and my breathing a little heavy. When I opened it, I was met with a pitiful sight.

Alex Rutherford stood there. But this was not the arrogant Alex I knew. His face was deathly pale, his eyes swollen and red, his hair disheveled. His clothes were wrinkled, as if he had not slept all night. An aura of despair clung to him so thick it was almost tangible.

The moment he saw me, his empty eyes filled with tears. Without hesitation, without caring who might be watching, he dropped to his knees right in front of my door. His forehead pressed against the floor.

“Adam… Adam, please,” his voice trembled, thick with suppressed sobs. “I… I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry. For everything I’ve done. I’m a bastard. I admit it, it’s all my fault. I joined in torturing you, I humiliated you… it’s all my fault. I’m trash. I… I beg you, forgive me.”

His crying broke free, uncontrollable sobs pouring from his shaking body. He was completely broken. There was no pride or arrogance left, only pure fear and desperation.

I stood over him, looking down. A cold, mocking smile filled with satisfaction crept onto my lips. Of course. I was the one who ordered Delilah to destroy the Black Sun headquarters and send a direct threat to Orville.

The result was exactly what I expected, though it was still a little surprising to see Alex this terrified. It seemed his father had truly threatened to kill him.

“Please…” Alex crawled forward slightly, his hand almost touching my shoe but not daring to make contact. “I’ll do anything. Anything you want. I’ll… I’ll strip naked right here if you want. I’ll lick your shoes. Just… just please forgive me.”

I let out a soft laugh, more like a hiss, filled with disgust and superiority. That laugh made Alex freeze, his face growing even paler.

“When you joined Yukie, Maximus, and the others in tormenting me,” I said slowly, my voice flat, “did it ever cross your arrogant mind that one day you would end up like this? Kneeling in front of my house, begging like a beaten dog?”

Alex went silent for a moment, then nodded weakly as tears dripped onto the floor. “I… I was wrong. I deserve this.”

“Oh, don’t misunderstand,” I continued, my tone suddenly sharpening. “You must be wondering why I’m only taking revenge on you. Why not the others?”

Alex lifted his head slightly, his eyes filled with questions and a small, naive spark of hope.

I stepped forward. With a swift and merciless motion, I planted my foot on his head and forced it down, slamming his forehead against the concrete floor with a dull thud.

“Ghk!”

“Don’t feel special,” I hissed, pressing my foot down harder. “I plan to take revenge on all of you. You, Maximus, Yukie, Isabel, Nerissa, every student who watched and laughed, even the instructors at that damn academy who pretended not to see. All of them.”

Alex choked. Through my foot, I could feel his body trembling violently. In his mind, disbelief churned. The Adam he knew, the one who could only curl up and stutter while they abused him, was gone. In his place stood someone speaking with hatred and a plan for vast revenge.

“So… please…” he sobbed again, his voice barely audible. “What do I have to do? For you to stop… for your stepmother to stop threatening my family?”

I lifted my foot from his head.

“Tomorrow,” I said clearly. “At the academy. In front of everyone who ever saw you torment me. You will apologize to me. And you will do it naked.”

Alex winced, his face twisting with deep shame and horror. “N-naked? I-in front of everyone?”

“Yes,” I replied shortly. “If you do it sincerely, if you truly lower yourself to the very bottom, then I will forgive you. And the threat against your father will end. I already told you, among all of them, your punishment is the lightest.”

Alex stared at me for a long moment, his face torn between unbearable humiliation and fear for his family’s destruction, as well as the threat of death. Finally, with a defeated groan, he nodded. “Alright… I… I’ll do it.”

He struggled to his feet, his body still trembling, then turned and walked away with unsteady steps.

I closed the door, and only then did the laughter I had been holding back burst out. A cold, satisfied, triumphant laugh. It felt incredible. I could hardly wait for tomorrow.

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The next day, the corridor near Class A was packed with curious students. Whispers spread like wildfire. I stood in the middle of the corridor that had been deliberately cleared.

Then he arrived.

Alex Rutherford walked forward with dragging steps. His face was pale as a corpse, his eyes empty and red. He did not look at anyone. Right in front of me, in the center of the crowd watching with held breath, he stopped.

His trembling hands began to unbutton his uniform.

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