Age Of The Villainous Author:All Hell Leads To Webnovel-Chapter 40: Three Bodies, One Foundation
The InterContinental suite was larger than necessary.
King bed. Separate living area. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city lights.
We didn’t bother with small talk.
Joanna set her glass down. Unbuttoned her blouse with steady fingers.
Kasia moved behind her. Helped slide it off.
Bra underneath—black satin this time. She unclasped it.
Joanna’s breasts fell free. Heavy. Full. Nipples already tight.
I stepped forward. Cupped one. Squeezed. Felt the soft weight overflow my palm.
Joanna exhaled sharply.
Kasia kissed the side of her neck. Hands sliding down to unzip the skirt.
It fell.
No panties again.
Joanna turned. Kissed Kasia deep, hungry.
Their tongues met. Breasts pressed together.
I watched for a moment. Then stripped.
Cock already hard.
I moved behind Joanna. Pressed against her ass. Let her feel me.
She moaned into Kasia’s mouth.
Kasia dropped to her knees first.
Took me in her mouth. Wet. Eager.
Joanna watched. Then joined her.
Two mouths. Two tongues.
Kasia sucked the head. Joanna licked the shaft. Then switched.
They traded sloppy, wet, uncoordinated at first, then finding rhythm.
I groaned. Hand in each of their hair.
They looked up at me eyes locked. Devoted. Hungry.
I pulled them both up.
Pushed Joanna onto the bed on her back.
Spread her legs.
Kasia straddled her face facing me.
Joanna’s tongue went to work immediately.
Kasia moaned. Ground down.
I positioned myself between Joanna’s thighs.
Rubbed my cock along her slit. She was drenched.
Pushed in.
She gasped into Kasia’s pussy.
Tight. Hot. Experienced muscles gripping.
I fucked her slow at first. Deep strokes.
Her tits bounced. Jiggled with each thrust.
I leaned down. Sucked one nipple. Bit it.
She arched. Muffled cry.
Kasia rode her face harder.
I picked up speed.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
Ass rippling. Wet slaps filling the room.
Joanna came first, hard. Walls clamping. Thighs shaking.
Kasia followed grinding down, shuddering.
I pulled out.
Flipped Joanna onto her stomach.
Entered her again from behind.
Deeper angle.
She buried her face in the pillow. Moaned.
Kasia moved in front. Spread her legs.
Joanna ate her again while I pounded.
I reached around. Found Joanna’s clit. Rubbed.
She came a second time. Screaming into Kasia.
I felt my own edge.
Pulled out.
Kasia turned. Took me in her mouth.
Joanna crawled forward. Licked my balls.
I came hard.
Thick ropes across both their faces. Tongues. Tits.
They kissed. Sharing it. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
Swallowed.
After, we collapsed.
Three bodies tangled.
Sweat-slick.
Breathing heavy.
Joanna spoke first voice raw.
"This... this is insane."
Kasia traced lazy circles on her stomach.
"Welcome to the empire."
I looked at them both.
Two brilliant, dangerous women.
Mine.
The foundations were hardening.
And the next move was already forming in my mind.
Monday’s pressure campaign would launch.
But tonight this was the real power.
Control.
Desire.
Loyalty bought in flesh and money.
I closed my eyes.
The cold fire burned steady.
The throne felt more solid than ever.
And the hole inside me?
It was still there.
But the chains were thicker now.
And I was learning how to weld them.
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To the authors who have stared at a blank cursor until it started to look like a heartbeat, this is for you.
They told us we weren’t good enough. They sent those cold, automated rejections that read like a death warrant for our dreams.
"Not a fit." "Lacks marketability." Every time you see Alex Thorn crush an editor in this story, remember: this isn’t just fiction. This is the scream of every writer who stayed up until 3:00 AM pouring their soul into a document that the world ignored.
It is for everyone who has struggled with low reads, low reviews, and those stagnant collections that make you want to quit.
The gatekeepers are human. They are flawed. And in this digital age, they are becoming obsolete.
They sit in comfortable chairs judging worlds they could never imagine, let alone build. They look at spreadsheets while we look at the stars. We don’t write for the approval of a corporate board in a glass office; we write for the person scrolling on their phone at a bus stop, looking for a world better than their own.
We write for the ones who need an escape from a life that feels like a dead end.
If you have a manuscript sitting in a folder named "Draft 1" that you’re too afraid to post—post it right now.
Stop waiting for permission to exist. If you’ve been rejected ten times, go for the eleventh. Use their "No" as fuel for your fire.
Alex Thorn had to die to get his second chance. You don’t. You just have to keep typing until your fingers bleed and your vision blurs. The industry thinks they hold the keys, but they forgot that we are the ones who build the doors in the first place.
Let them call us "cringe." Let them call us "amateurs." While they talk, we build. While they judge, we evolve into something they can’t control.
They fear the day we realize that their power is an illusion, a paper shield against a tidal wave of raw, unfiltered creativity. We are the architects of the impossible. We are the voices in the dark that refuse to be silenced by a "standardized" algorithm.
The system is rigged to favor the safe, the bland, and the predictable. But the reader’s heart craves the wild, the broken, and the real. Every Chapter you finish is a middle finger to the status quo. Every "Publish" button you click is an act of war against the people who want to keep you in a box.
We are not just content creators; we are world-shapers. We are the nightmare that the ivory tower never saw coming.
Current Motivation Level: 40%
Next Level: +1%
If this Chapter resonated with you, drop a comment. Tell me about the time a gatekeeper told you "No." Let’s burn the old world down and write a new one together.
ALL HELL FROM WEBNOVEL STARTS FROM YOU!
— A.T.
