Chapter 33: Hypocrite [☠️❤️❤️❤️]?

What the fuck is happening to me? When did I become so pathetic? I'm no longer human, and I haven't been for a long time, long before I killed Drusla in cold blood. The bastard deserved it. Along with that scum, he wanted to stick his dick into my Luysia. Wasn't the drug I gave him enough? Weren't the money I made him earn enough? I brutally raped and destroyed a girl without flinching a few days ago, and now I feel nauseous because I killed someone from afar? Who the fuck am I trying to fool? I'm deceiving myself. After what I've done, should I be repulsed by killing someone in cold blood? After manipulating, deceiving, corrupting innocent women, scheming and raping Luysia? I'm deceiving myself. I'm a hypocrite. These are crocodile tears, a narcissist's clumsy attempt to evoke empathy. Nikola Drusla was no more useful to me than an old toy to be discarded. The same fate will befall all the other objects. I'll kill anyone who stands in my way or anyone I, in my power, don't deem worthy of living. I don't care. I'll build my success on a mountain of corpses if it guarantees me what I want.

Why am I so shaken?

I enter the gym. At this hour, it's deserted, except for two women. Two women I know well. Rero Sansanti and Luysia Camclair are exchanging fencing blows. It seems like they've been training together lately. They continue for a while. Then, they notice my presence, particularly Rero.

"Strauss, what's wrong?" she asks, concerned, noticing the discomfort in my expression. Luysia, on the other hand, is cold. Her gaze observes me with disgust.

"I'm not feeling well," I whisper.

"You're weak. You're pathetic," Luysia insults me.

"Luysia! How dare you?" Rero reproaches her.

I stop Rero and shake my head to indicate no.

"Rero, leave me alone with Luysia."

"B-but..."

"Don't make me repeat myself," I'm decisive.

"O-ok."

The brunette understands that she needs to step aside and walks away. Before leaving the gym, she gives me one last concerned look.

After the woman leaves, it's just Luysia and me. Silence falls, and we lock eyes.

"Do you want pain? Do you want to break further?" I ask her angrily.

"Killing a man makes you this fragile?" Despite Luysia's icy and expressionless tone, I sense the bitter sarcasm.

My anger flares. I'm furious with her, but more so with myself.

Luysia can see there's something strange in me, as if a beast has come out. It terrifies her, yet it arouses her masochistic nature. She doesn't respond. The collar flickers. She's resisting.

I approach the blonde. Her gaze is both fearful and defiant.

*SLAP*

I slap her. Luysia is shocked. Her face asks, 'why?' With my other hand, I caress her. Surprised, she recoils. The collar flashes more than ever. Hatred. I can finally see the hatred in her eyes, the hatred she had hidden until now.

"Hate me, Luysia. Show me what you've been concealing."

"You promised me happiness, but you've taken everything from me."

"It's true; I've destroyed you. But evidently, it wasn't enough. You can only find happiness by surrendering yourself completely to me."

"Surrendering to someone who's not ready to take me?" the paladin roars.

"What are you implying?" I ask, infuriated.

"You're insecure! Do you feel sorry for what you did to me? You're a hypocrite!" She points her finger at me.

Like a lightning bolt, this revelation shocks me. I am the problem. This compassion that makes me weak doesn't belong to me.

"You tortured me for days! You showed no mercy to any of my pleas, to any of my cries!"

It's not precisely true, but from her perspective, it's no different. I was ruthless towards her. An abominable monster, a heartless psychopath.

"What's the difference with the gods? You weren't any different. Didn't you say my sacrifice wouldn't be in vain?" she accuses me.

I made plenty of promises, filled my mouth with proclamations.

"Are you worthy of being my Master?" she asks me. "Are you worthy of my loyalty? I should be your champion?" She continues bombarding me with questions as if she were actually slicing me with a sword.

"I've renounced everything, even myself! I've been broken, shattered, only to become the Servant of a hypocrite?" She vents, revealing what she has thought all this time.

Every word of hers hits me hard. I've been a fool. I've failed. I claimed to want to take responsibility, but was I truly ready for it? Was I genuinely committed to this? How many more mistakes will I make?I've been given a second chance, and I keep losing sight of the goal. To possess everything. Total greed in its highest form. Utter satisfaction. Happiness.

Enough with the doubts. Enough with the dilemmas. I hadn't realized that by delving into the deepest darkness, the light I would find there would also hurt me. It would shatter that precise intent I had set for myself when I woke up in this world. I had promised that nothing would stop me. Clearly, I still have weaknesses. From today, I will change the course of this drift. I will fully take on my responsibilities. I will embrace the role I've chosen. The role of the villain.

Luysia watches me with eyes filled with hatred. The collar flashes with purple. The icy woman is a fierce beast to be tamed. A fierce beast that wants to be dominated. By a worthy Master.

Peace, a deceit, Passion's my creed,Through Passion, I summon the strength I need.With Strength, I wield demonic might,With Power, I claim dominion this night.Through Victory, my servant shall be,Chains shattered, bound to serve me.In darkness, shadows dance and blend,My will, your fate, forever penned.From lust's embrace, our bond takes flight,In pleasure and power, we unite.

The chant doesn't lie. Within it is enclosed the truth and the happiness I seek.

I raise my right arm. The octogram tattoo appears.

I cast the spell that identifies me as the MASTER.

[ABSOLUTE OBEDIENCE]

Luysia shudders, frightened by what the spell represents.

****LUYSIA POV*

Something has changed in Strauss Wagner's gaze. Luysia can feel it. There is no longer insecurity or compassion in his eyes, only the darkest darkness. This triggers the memory of the terror she felt during her captivity.

"Kneel, Servant," he orders with a voice that resembles a blade piercing flesh.

Luysia is overwhelmed by an unnatural force that compels her to kneel before her Master. She would like to resist, but she cannot disobey the absolute command of her lord.

"You belong to me," he states definitively. Luysia knows she cannot oppose this fact. Strauss's words are overwhelming and final.

"Rise." The blonde, under the absolute order, stands up.

"Undress."

She pulls down her skirt, unbuttons her jacket, and then her shirt. Only panties and a bra remain on her.

"Completely." Luysia hesitates briefly, but as soon as she does, she feels the magical collar burn, and her strength leaves her. She cannot rebel against any command of her Master. If he ordered her to take her own life, she would have no choice but to obey the order. She lowers her panties and unfastens her bra. The woman's naked body is at the man's mercy. Is this what she truly desires? To be completely dominated? The sensation terrifies her and arouses her at the same time.

"Raise your arms."

Strauss takes some training ropes and begins to tie one limb at a time. Then he passes the ends of the ropes he used to tie her arms through suspended gymnastic rings. He ties her right arm to the right ring and, of course, the left one to the left ring. By pulling the ropes, Luysia finds herself slightly lifted off the ground. Then the man ties her legs to parallel bars so that her legs are spread apart. Luysia is forced into an X-shaped body position. Her pussy is exposed.

Strauss uses his thumbs and index fingers to grip Luysia's nipples, squeezing them.

"Argh!" she moans. The man continues working them with a more delicate and sensual motion. In no time, her nipples shamelessly harden. At this point, he begins to suck on her left nipple with his tongue while continuing to massage the right one with his left hand, occasionally giving her breast a gentle squeeze.

"Ah~ ♡" The stimulating and intense stimulation starts to warm her up, and Luysia can't help but let out a moan. Strauss shows no signs of stopping as he alternates between sucking on one nipple and then the other, as if he were a child seeking his mother's milk.

"No~ ♡" Luysia tries to resist, but she is there, suspended and bound, completely at the mercy of her Master's orders. Although her mind attempts to deceive her, her body is sincere. Slowly, her vagina begins to moisten, and fluids start to drip. Her horny pussy is always ready to receive the desired cock.

"I hate you!~ ♡" "Hate me completely with all your heart," says Strauss. His left hand descends from her breast, passing over her abdomen, pausing briefly at her pubic area, where he strokes the few blonde hairs.

Then, with perverse passion, he descends further, finding Luysia's horny pussy waiting for him. "No~ ♡ Ah~ ♡" Bound and compelled by the spell, she is helpless, even though it's ultimately what she desires.

"I will bear all your hatred." Without mercy, he plays with her clitoris, stiffening it while his hand becomes soaked with vaginal juices.

"You lied~ ♡ You broke me~ ♡ You destroyed me~ ♡" Despite the pleasure, Luysia cannot help but throw his crimes in Strauss's face.

"You promised me happiness~ ♡ So why do you hesitate now after what you've done to me~ ♡" Her dissatisfaction and pain come to the surface. This time, Luysia won't cry.

"I won't hesitate anymore," the man says with determination.

"I don't believe you~ ♡"

"The safe word is a phrase: 'I submit to you, Master.' When you say it, I'll stop."

Without giving her time to react to this information, the man rotates Luysia, intertwining the ropes. Now, the woman is facing away from Strauss, unaware of what is about to happen.

*SLAP*

Strauss begins to spank the blonde's ass with violence.

*SLAP*

"ARGH!"

*SLAP*

He continues relentlessly.

*SLAP*

"I-it hurts~ ♡" "I don't care."

*SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP*

Her once pale buttocks are now fiery red from the spankings. They burn with pain.

*SLAP*

She can't hold back a tear that escapes from her eye.

*SLAP*

Luysia gives in. "I s-s-submit to you, Master~ ♡"

In response to the safeword, Strauss Wagner doesn't stop; instead, he intensifies the punishment.

He draws his penis and violently thrusts it into Luysia's pussy.

"ARGH! It hurts!" the woman exclaims in pain.

"I don't care. Hate me if it makes you feel better." With that, the man begins moving his hips.

"N-no!~ ♡"

Strauss pushes his cock deeper and deeper.

"You are my responsibility. You belong to me."

Luysia's mind starts to melt. With every thrust, she can feel her resistance slipping away. Pain, pleasure, madness, hatred—all blending together simultaneously.

"I submit to you, Master~ ♡," she says the safeword again.

A part of her hopes he'll stop, while another part hopes for the opposite. He doesn't stop; in fact, he increases the intensity and speed of his thrusts.

Every time his manhood slams into her, she can't help but let out a lewd heavy breath. Every time his hot, hard cock enters her and fills her with wetness, it gives her an obscene pleasure.His dick is so damn big. Every thrust makes her feel excited each time he ravages her.

"I submit to you, Master~ ♡."

The phrase is spoken again in vain. There is no more mercy, no more compassion, no remorse. All of this is reaffirmed with every violent movement of the wicked man's hips.

Bound and hanging there, at the mercy of Strauss, Luysia is overwhelmed by the pleasure of love-hate. She climaxes with violent convulsions.

"C-CUMMING~ ♡," she screams, drooling. Despite her reaching orgasm, the man shows no signs of stopping. His large cock pounds her to the deepest depths, making her bounce with each thrust. Each thrust feels like a stab.

"I submit to you, Master~ ♡," she cries out, her only salvation. The psychopath ignores the safeword and continues to penetrate her.

She can't escape, she can't hide. The monster is violating her.

"I HATE YOU!~ ♡" she screams with the remaining strength, but what she really feels is unrestrained lust. Being completely dominated by the man makes her enjoy it, makes her feel alive. She wants to be a slave to the pain and pleasure he inflicts on her. When she thinks this, she reaches a new peak of pleasure.

Her entire body, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, trembles strongly. An earthquake shakes her from within. Her mind becomes all white. Orgasm takes over her essence.

"CUM!~ ♡ I'M CUMMING!~ ♡ CUMMING~ ♡" Her dirty pussy, in the throes of orgasm, starts squirting liquid as she loses her mind.

"I~ ♡ submit~ ♡ to you~ ♡ Master~ ♡" she pleads, and right after, "I~ ♡ hate~ ♡ you~ ♡"

Strauss pulls out his cock. "N-no~ ♡" For a moment, Luysia thinks he has stopped. In reality, it's just a brief respite. The monster turns her around. Now Luysia is facing her tormentor. His eyes are black. Darker than black. A bottomless darkness. He is her Master.

He thrusts his cock in again, this time in front."Nyan~ ♡"

Her soaking wet pussy offers no resistance.

"I-I hate you~ ♡," she says, but she actually means the opposite.

Strauss doesn't say a word, and while looking her in the eyes, he moves his hips. With each thrust, her body trembles, more and more enslaved to pleasure.

"You belong to me."

"Yes~ ♡ Master~ ♡"

He kisses her as if he wants to devour her. A kiss filled with hatred. Luysia doesn't resist; she playfully bites his lip.

While he continues to penetrate her, he slides his tongue into her mouth. Wrapped in the vortex of his tongue, Luysia's tongue remains trapped. Crushed by the triple grip of his tongue, his cock, and his arms holding her close, Luysia is forced to climax again.

At the same time, the man ejaculates inside her. They both have an orgasm at the same time. Strauss's hot cum fills her completely, driving her to madness.

"I LOVE YOU~ ♡"

Having lost control, the truth comes out. Strauss shoots another load, followed by one more. Hate and love, pain and pleasure, everything has mixed in Luysia's mind. She only knows one truth. Strauss Wagner is her Master, and she is his Servant. Understanding this fact, her mind and body surrender, and she loses consciousness.

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