Chapter 42: Chapter 42 – The Slave’s Collar

Delilah stood frozen in the doorway. Her usually composed and elegant face was now as pale as marble, etched with streaks of raw fury and utter disgust. Her golden eyes blazed with a hatred so potent it was almost tangible. I had never seen my stepmother this enraged before.

When did she get back?

I froze for a moment. Angeline, jolted from her shock, scrambled to grab the blanket, desperately trying to cover her nakedness and humiliating position.

“Adam…” Delilah’s voice was cold, sharp, and trembling with suppressed rage. “What… have you done to my little girl?”

My mouth opened, but no sound came out. My tongue felt heavy, my mind blank, frantically searching for an excuse to escape this nightmare.

[Revenge Quest Generated]

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[REVENGE QUEST]

TARGET: Delilah Socheron and Angeline Socheron.

OBJECTIVE: Take both of their anal virginities while they face each other.

REWARD: 5000 EXP, 1 New Skill, 3 Random Items.

NOTE: Use of skills [Time Stop] and [Mind Control] is forbidden. Violation will result in quest failure.

[Accept: y / n]

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I skimmed the notification, but my attention snapped back to Delilah as she began advancing. I glared at Angeline, my voice urgent and threatening.

“Angel! Remember the photos! If anything happens to me, everyone at the academy, all your friends—”

But Angeline just stayed silent, her body trembling. Her eyes darted between me and her mother, filled with paralyzing confusion and fear. I realized I couldn’t rely on her now.

Hearing me threaten Angeline, Delilah quickened her pace, every step dripping with lethal fury.

“How dare you threaten my girl, Adam?” Her voice was a venomous hiss, full of contempt. “You… you are the most pathetic piece of shit I have ever laid eyes on. After everything I’ve done for you, after raising you as my own… this is how you repay me? By raping your own stepsister? You’re lower than an animal!”

She kept coming closer, her murderous aura suffocating me.

“I thought you could change. But I was wrong. You were always garbage! You are no longer my son. You are a stain. A mistake that I will correct. Everyone was right about you, you’re just a failure! Trash!”

Her words choked me, touching every old wound and insecurity.

“And for this… for treating my daughter like… like a whore… I… I will end your miserable life with my own hands!”

Her strong hands suddenly clamped around my neck. My breath cut off, my eyes bulged. In her gaze, I saw absolute resolve. She truly intended to kill me. My survival instinct screamed.

Nothing else mattered. With the last of my consciousness, I activated my [Mind Control] skill.

Instantly, a notification flashed before me.

[Quest Violation Detected.]

[REVENGE QUEST: FAILED.]

But I didn’t care.

The pressure on my neck loosened and then stopped. Delilah’s hands fell limply to her sides. The blazing hatred and fury on her face faded, replaced by a flat, empty expression. She stood rigid, like a doll waiting for commands, all her resistance and free will erased by my skill.

I coughed, gasping for deep breaths as I rubbed my sore neck. I looked at the terrified Angeline, then back at Delilah, who was now completely under my control.

“Damn it!”

“Mom…? Mommy, why aren’t you moving? Adam, what did you do to my mom?” Angeline’s voice trembled with fear, shattering the tense silence.

I turned to her. My face was probably still red from the choking, but my voice was calm and in control again. “I didn’t want to do this, Angel. But she left me no choice. It seems I have to discipline our mother, just like I did with you.”

Angeline’s face turned deathly pale. Her eyes widened in horror. “No… please don’t…”

“I have no other choice,” I said, observing the statue-like Delilah.

My [Mind Control] skill had its limits. After some experimentation, I’d realized I couldn’t give permanent commands. I also couldn’t erase memories formed before I used the skill on someone.

In other words, I truly had no choice but to discipline her. Besides, sooner or later, I would have done it anyway. My stepmother was too beautiful to pass up.

“Please, Adam! Don’t hurt my mom!” Angeline cried, clutching the blanket around herself.

“I’ll… I’ll do anything! Anything you want! I promise! Just… don’t touch her!”

I looked at her, a cunning idea forming in my mind. Her fear was the perfect tool. “Fine,” I said, feigning magnanimity. “Then prove it. Be a good little slut and please me… right in front of our mother…”

Angeline shuddered violently, tears streaming down her cheeks. She looked at her motionless mother, then at me, and finally, in desperation, gave a weak nod. “O-Okay… But… you have to promise. Promise me you won’t touch her.”

“I promise,” I said easily. It was an obvious lie, but in her desperation, Angeline chose to believe it.

Keeping an eye on Delilah, I reached into my inventory. An object materialized in my palm: the [Slave’s Collar]. A black leather choker with a dangling red heart-shaped pendant.

I skimmed its description.

[Slave’s Collar

-> A collar that, when placed on someone, transforms them into an unconditionally obedient slave. The user cannot be harmed by this slave, and all commands given must be obeyed, even if they go against the slave’s will. The collar cannot be removed by any means, even by the user themselves.]

This was exactly what I needed for her.

This plan had been simmering in my mind for a long time.

“What… what is that?” Angeline asked, her voice shaking as she watched me approach her helpless mother.

“This is to stop her from choking me again when she wakes up,” I replied curtly. With a swift movement, I clasped the black choker around Delilah’s slender neck. The red heart pendant hung perfectly in the hollow of her throat, a stark contrast against her pale skin.

Once the collar was locked, I took a deep breath. Time for the test run. I let my [Mind Control] over her end.

Instantly, light returned to Delilah’s eyes. She blinked, momentary confusion giving way as the memories of her rage and murderous intent came flooding back. I’ll admit, I was scared seeing her regain consciousness.

“You—!” she screamed, her hand shooting up towards my neck again.

But this time, her hand stopped mid-air, just centimeters from my skin. Her body trembled violently, her face contorted in a struggle against some invisible force.

A pained hiss escaped her lips, and her hand dropped limply to her side. She tried again, with even greater fury, but the result was the same. It was as if an invisible wall prevented her from harming me.

Her golden eyes were filled with confusion and horror, and then she felt the foreign object on her neck. Her hands flew to the leather collar, trying to tear it off, but her efforts were futile. The collar didn’t budge an inch, as if fused to her skin.

“What… what have you done to me, you monster?!” she screamed, her voice filled with despair.

I just smiled, relief and a sense of power washing over me. It worked. “It’s just… an insurance policy for my safety, Mom.”

I then turned to Angeline, who was watching all of this with a pale, terrified face.

“Now,” I said, my voice soft yet commanding, as I sat on the edge of the bed. “Get started. You know what you need to do, don’t you?”

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