Chapter 75: Chapter 75 – The Bouquet of Casablanca Lilies

In a dark room lit only by the cold blue glow of several monitors, Gweneth sat frozen. Her eyes were wide, unblinking, fixed on the screen that played scenes so filthy and revolting they made her stomach twist.

Her thoughts drifted back to a few days earlier, before this chaos began.

At first, Gweneth ignored the messages her mother sent because she was busy investigating the theft of her Time Tower Ticket, an item far too important for her to set aside. The incident at her guild forced her to cancel her leave and return to work, making her skip the family dinner her mother had planned.

It wasn’t until the next day that she opened her phone. A barrage of messages from her mother filled the screen, and their contents made her blood freeze. The texts were long, frantic, and grew increasingly desperate the further she scrolled.

“Gwen, please don’t come home for now. Something terrible has happened. Adam… he has awakened. He has some kind of strange power, Gwen, something terrifying. He can hypnotize a person’s mind and body and force them to obey him.”

“Your sister and I… we’ve already fallen under his control. I know this sounds insane, like some sick joke, but I swear I’m not joking. This is real.”

“Please trust me, Gwen. Do not meet him or face him directly. If you do, he’ll do something horrible to you. You’re the only one who can stop him. You’re our only hope now.”

“Angeline and I… we’re already trapped in his hands. Please save us, Gwen. Kill that monster. Kill Adam.”

“If you still don’t believe me, you can check on him yourself and watch what he’s doing. BUT REMEMBER, NEVER CONFRONT HIM DIRECTLY! You know what you have to do, right, Gwen…”

“… ”

As she read through the messages, Gweneth found it hard to believe any of it. Adam? Her stepbrother she had always considered nothing more than disgusting trash with an oversized dick? Impossible. Yet the tone of the messages, spiraling into panic and despair line after line, made her instincts scream that this was real.

Gwenneth immediately called back, but got no answer. Trying Angeline just confused her even more; her younger sister picked up the phone casually, as if nothing was wrong.

Her gut feeling told her something was off. So, Gwen took action. She had one of her subordinates send a bouquet to the house as a gift for Angeline, with instructions to place it in her room and their mother’s room. Hidden within that beautiful arrangement of Casablanca lilies was a micro camera—it would be her eyes inside the house.

And now, right there on the screen, her worst fears were coming true.

She saw it all from the beginning. She saw the moment Adam ordered Angeline to lift her skirt. She watched her sweet and lovely little sister obediently, even with a flirtatious smile, kneel down and open her mouth to receive Adam’s thick cock.

She heard Angeline, in a moaning voice, utter the filthy words, “I’m Big Brother’s personal cocksucker,” while drool dripped from her lips.

The horror only escalated. The scene became more depraved. Adam switched back and forth between Angeline’s mouth and their unconscious mother’s, brutally thrusting into their throats, slapping their faces with his dick.

She watched as Adam laid Angeline on top of Delilah’s body, positioning her little sister’s pussy right above their mother’s helpless face, before savagely taking her from behind, all while hurling insults and degradation.

But the absolute pinnacle of this abomination was what she witnessed next. She saw Adam force some kind of potion down her mother’s throat. And within seconds, Delilah, the Star Witch, the respected and feared SSS-Rank Hunter, was transformed into a lust-crazed slut.

Her own hands roamed her body, she licked Adam’s cock wildly, and finally… finally, Gweneth watched as Adam, fueled by his new power, drove his fat, hard cock into her mother’s vagina.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

The sound of skin slapping against skin, her mother’s hoarse, lust-filled moans, and Adam’s degrading taunts—”You slut… look at you, Mom… a dick-thirsty whore”—filled her silent office.

Tears of rage and disgust finally streamed down Gweneth’s cheeks. Her mother. Her hero. Violated and humiliated by the trash they had merely tolerated.

“You bastard… you disgusting piece of shit… Mom…” she whispered, her voice hoarse with suppressed fury.

Suddenly, her concentration was shattered by the sound of the door opening. A handsome young man, one of her subordinates, entered the room without permission.

“Lady Gweneth, my apologies for the interruption. I knocked several times, but received no answer. I wished to deliver the investigation report—”

The man’s words died in his throat. His eyes, reflexively, darted to the large monitor on Gweneth’s desk. There, displayed in clear detail, was the explicit scene of Adam and Delilah reaching their climax.

The man’s face instantly lost all color. He had just caught his cold, ruthless superior watching a highly inappropriate pornographic video.

“I… I’m sorry! Sorry! I saw nothing!” he stammered in panic, immediately dropping to his knees and bowing his head, his only hope being forgiveness.

But it was too late. The pent-up anger and shame within Gweneth exploded into unrestrained violence. She rose from her chair, her beautiful face now a cold killer’s mask.

“You picked the perfect time to arrive,” Gweneth stated, her voice flat yet laced with a bone-chilling threat.

“Please, Guild Master! I swear I won’t—”

CRACK!

Before the man could finish his plea, Gweneth’s elegant high heel slammed into his ribs with devastating force. A sickening sound of breaking bone echoed in the room. The man screamed in agony, but Gweneth was beyond caring. A blind rage had taken over.

“URGH!!”

A second stomp. A third. A fourth. Each impact of her heel crushed flesh, shattered bone, and pulverized internal organs. The man’s screams faded to whimpers, then fell silent completely.

But Gweneth didn’t stop. She kept stomping, over and over, ensuring every part of the man who had witnessed her family’s shame was utterly destroyed.

When she finally ceased, her breath was slightly labored. On the floor lay not a corpse, but a mangled pile of flesh and bone, unrecognizable. A pool of blood spread around it, staining the perfection of the room.

Gweneth took a deep breath, her eyes returning to the monitor screen. The depraved scene was still ongoing, but now, she felt not only disgust or shock, but also a steely resolve and a burning hatred.

“Adam…” she whispered softly, her voice like the sigh of a deathly wind. She would have to set aside her search for the thief for now. There was someone else she needed to kill first.

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