Anti Netotare Villian-Chapter 45: QNA - 2

"Huh? What do you mean by ’continue’? What are you talking about?" he asked, feigning ignorance as he turned to face her, his expression one of mock confusion.

"I- master... I didn’t... I didn’t finish yet," she stammered, summoning the courage to speak her mind, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh, you remember that you haven’t climaxed yet? That’s nice," he remarked, his smile fading as he regarded her with a cold, unyielding gaze. Lisa’s heart sank as she realized she had made a grave mistake.

"Listen here, you insolent bitch," he growled, his voice laced with venom as he glared at her, his eyes piercing into hers. "Do you honestly believe I give a damn about whether or not you reach your pathetic little climax?"

"N-n-no, master," she stuttered, her voice trembling with fear as she instantly began to beg for his forgiveness. "I-I apologize. I didn’t mean to imply that you should care," she pleaded, her eyes wide with desperation.

"No? Then who the fuck are you to tell me what I should or shouldn’t care about?" he snarled, his hand shooting out to grasp her face, his fingers digging into her cheeks as he squeezed tightly.

"I-I’m sorry, master! I won’t do it again, I swear!" she cried out, her legs trembling beneath her as she struggled to maintain her composure.

"And why should I believe that you won’t make the same mistake again?" he hissed, his free hand reaching into his inventory to withdraw a gleaming dagger. He pressed the tip against her neck, the cold metal biting into her flesh and drawing a thin line of blood. "I could just kill you right now and be done with it," he threatened, his voice devoid of emotion.

"Please, master, I beg you!" she whimpered, her eyes welling up with tears as she pleaded for her life. "I didn’t mean it! I swear, I won’t make the same mistake again!"

’Okay, that’s enough,’ Riech thought to himself, his expression softening slightly as he realized he had pushed her far enough. He withdrew the dagger from her neck and returned it to his inventory, his voice dropping to a low, husky whisper. "Don’t you dare ask me to satisfy you when you collapse mid-fuck," he warned, his breath hot against her ear.

*Nnghh,* she moaned softly, her body betraying her as a wave of pleasure coursed through her at his rough treatment. She bit her lip, suppressing the sound as best she could, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Fortunately for her, Riech chose to ignore her reaction, though he had heard her moan quite clearly.

’Dirty whore,’ he thought to himself, his mind flooded with lurid images of all the depraved things he could do to her, of all the ways he could make her scream and beg for more.

"You understand?" he asked, his tone firm yet calm as he regarded her with a stern gaze.

It didn’t take much for her to comprehend the underlying threat in his words, and she nodded obediently, her eyes downcast in submission.

"Good," he said, his voice taking on a more approving tone. "Now, follow me. It’s time for your reward," he declared, gesturing for her to stand and accompany him.

She rose to her feet, her legs wobbling slightly as she struggled to maintain her balance. The previous night’s activities had left her weak and sore, her body aching from the relentless pounding she had endured.

"Having trouble walking?" he inquired, his keen eyes taking in her unsteady gait as she stumbled slightly. He knew full well the reason behind her discomfort, and his question was not born out of concern, but rather a desire to humiliate her further.

"N-no, master," she lied, her voice steady despite the pain she was in. "I can manage," she insisted.

"Good," he remarked, a cruel smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Because I have no intention of carrying you," he added, his tone laced with amusement as he watched her struggle to keep up.

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As the Sun rose on the horizon he led her out of the dense forest and brought her to Roosavelt’s place. He brought her here for two reasons: first, he wanted to reward her, and second, He needed to discuss his findings with him.

Upon reaching the weathered wooden door of the shabby-looking building, Riech rapped his knuckles firmly against it. "Hello? Anyone there?" he called out, his voice echoing slightly in the quiet morning air.

Lisa glanced around, taking in the dilapidated surroundings with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. The restaurant appeared to be in a state of disrepair, its once-sturdy walls now worn and faded. She wondered why, of all places, he had brought her here. The building seemed to be on the verge of collapse, neglected and forgotten in the city’s heart.

*Click*

The sound of a latch being lifted echoed from within, and the door creaked open to reveal an elderly man. He greeted them with a respectful bow, his voice warm despite the early hour. "Good morning, my lord. How may I assist you at this early hour?"

"I’ll explain once we’re inside, old man," Riech replied, his tone brusque yet not unkind.

"Of course, my lord," Roosevelt responded, stepping aside to allow them entry. "This is your territory, after all. Who am I to deny you entrance?"

Lisa studied the frail-looking old man as they entered, her mind racing with questions. She couldn’t fathom why Riech had brought her to this seemingly insignificant place, nor could she decipher the true purpose behind his actions.

They took their seats at a worn wooden table, the faint scent of sandalwood wafting through the air, a pleasant contrast to the otherwise musty atmosphere. Roosevelt, ever the attentive host, waited patiently for Riech to speak.

"So, my lord," Roosevelt began, a hint of amusement in his voice, "did you perhaps sneak out in the dead of night to elope with this young lady?"

Riech chuckled, shaking his head at the old man’s playful jab. "Nothing of the sort, Roosevelt. I’ve brought her here for a different reason. She’s going to be of great use to you in your work," he explained, gesturing towards Lisa.

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