My Anti-hero Fairy System-Chapter 80. The Goddess of Light

[I told you he was going to pull something like this.]

’Don’t forget—I have an ace up my sleeve.’

Cara took a calming breath. "Max, can I ask you something?"

"You can ask me anything," Max said, eager to help.

"Do you know if Rudy is still awake?"

"I’m not sure, but I think so. It’s only 10 p.m.," Max replied.

"Thanks, Max." Cara pulled out her phone and dialed Rudy’s number.

The call rang. No answer.

She called again.

And again.

On the third attempt, he finally picked up, his voice dripping with irritation.

"Why the fuck are you calling me, you demon sent from hell to torment me?"

Cara chuckled. "Demon sent from hell to torment me—that’s a good one. I’m calling to tell you to let me in." Her voice was unnervingly calm.

Rudy burst out laughing. "Cara, did you forget whose house this is? I don’t want you here anymore. Go sleep wherever the fuck you want—you’re not setting foot under my roof tonight. Not after the stunt you pulled today." He sounded pleased with himself, like he’d already won.

[I think it’s time to give up and go somewhere else.]

’Stay quiet, Hagrit. I’m working here.’

Cara’s tone didn’t waver. "Rudy, you’re married to my mother because she boosts your public image and because you love rubbing it in the sheriff’s face. But imagine if you lost both—her and your good Christian reputation?"

Rudy scoffed. "You always talk shit. The fact that you call yourself a journalist is still hilarious to me."

"I wonder if you’ll still find it funny when pictures of you nailing Jackie go viral, and my mom leaves you—just two weeks before the election."

Silence.

A heavy, charged silence.

When Rudy finally spoke, his voice was lower, controlled. "You’re bluffing. You wouldn’t expose Jackie like that. You like her too much—I can see it."

Cara smirked. "That’s where you’re wrong. You keep thinking I’m still the same sweet little Cara you used to know. That’s your mistake. I don’t care who I hurt to get what I want. If what I want is destruction, I won’t hesitate to sacrifice Jackie to get it."

Another pause.

She knew he was reeling.

Good.

"I’m giving you one minute to let me in," she said, her voice smooth as silk. "If that time runs out, even if you change your mind, it’ll be too late. Your wrinkly white ass will be on full display for everyone to see."

Then she hung up.

Cara set a timer on her phone for exactly one minute.

At thirty-five seconds, the gate swung open.

She walked through without breaking stride, silencing the timer with a tap of her finger.

Max stared at her, eyes wide with disbelief. He had no idea what she’d said to Rudy, but whatever it was, it had worked.

"Good night, Max. See you tomorrow," she said, walking past him.

"Uh—good night, Cara," he murmured, still watching her in awe as she disappeared into the mansion.

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Inside, the glow of the TV flickered across the sitting room.

Travis lounged on the couch, eyes flicking up when he saw her.

"Hello there," he greeted, a smirk tugging at his lips. "I heard you went to Farrah’s house. How is she?"

Cara didn’t slow her stride. "I thought we had a deal—you stay the fuck away from her."

Travis sighed dramatically. "Sorry, I can’t stop thinking about her."

She scoffed. "You’re only thinking about her because you can’t have her. Distract yourself with someone else—hopefully, they don’t end up dead."

Travis flinched.

But Cara didn’t wait for a response.

She walked straight toward the stairs, climbed them two at a time, and entered her room.

Tossing her backpack onto the floor, she collapsed onto the bed, exhaling a slow breath.

[As usual, you got what you wanted. But you know you can’t stay here, right?]

’I know. By tomorrow, I’ll start making plans to move back to my late father’s house.’

’I won’t wait around for Rudy to try something deadly on me.’

[When are you going to tell Arlene the truth about Rudy?]

’Before I move out. I’ll get her to come with me while I keep things going with Ashley.’

Just then, the unlocked door creaked open. Ashley stepped inside, a vision in red lace bra and matching panties that clung to her like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination.

Cara’s gaze darkened with hunger. She licked her lips, wishing she had a cock so she could fully explore the depths of Ashley’s body.

Standing from the bed, she grabbed Ashley’s waist and pulled her in close. Their bodies melded together in a heated embrace, and Cara’s lips found Ashley’s. They kissed deeply, hungrily, their tongues exploring as if something sweet was hidden between them.

When they finally pulled apart, Ashley whispered, "I missed you. I thought you weren’t coming back tonight."

"I wasn’t," Cara admitted, running her fingers along Ashley’s hip. "But I changed my mind. Though, I do plan on moving out of here soon."

Ashley’s smile faltered. "How soon?"

"In a few days." Cara traced the curve of Ashley’s spine. "I want to do things to you without fearing someone might catch us in the act."

Ashley smirked. "I thought you liked the risk and adrenaline?"

"I do," Cara murmured, pressing her lips to Ashley’s throat. "But it’s gotten old. I want freedom. I want to use toys on you without worrying that your screams of pleasure will give us away."

Ashley grinned, eyes glinting with mischief. "That being said," she murmured, reaching between her thighs, "I did bring something fun."

She pulled out a sleek, glistening dildo from her pussy, holding it up between them. "Want to taste it?"

Cara hesitated, heat pooling in her stomach. Then, she took the toy from Ashley’s hand and slid it back inside her dripping wet pussy, slow and deliberate.

Ashley moaned, her body arching against Cara’s.

"Shhh," Cara warned, clamping a hand over Ashley’s mouth. "I told you, we can’t do this here." But then, her smirk deepened. "Well... we’ve already started. No point in stopping now."

She pushed the toy deeper, then began a steady rhythm, slow, then fast, then agonizingly slow again. Ashley writhed beneath her touch, muffled moans vibrating against Cara’s palm.

Ashley’s body trembled, the sensations building higher and higher until

She shattered.

Her release spilled over, her thighs quivering as she gasped for air.

Cara slid the toy out, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "That should keep you stress-free for tomorrow’s shareholder meeting."

Ashley collapsed onto the bed, panting, eyes glazed with pleasure. "No one’s ever made me feel like this before," she murmured, looking up at Cara. "How can I repay you?"

Cara leaned in, brushing a lingering kiss against her lips. "Tomorrow," she whispered, "you’ll pay me back. But for now... I just want to sleep."

Ashley chuckled, sitting up and adjusting her panties. "Good night, then. Till tomorrow."

With one last smirk, she slipped out of the room.

Cara exhaled deeply, then headed to the bathroom, washing Ashley’s juices from her skin.

[You’ve just earned 500 points for giving Ashley pleasure. And an additional 500 points for blackmailing Rudy.]

Cara smirked. ’For a second, I thought I wasn’t getting anything for what I did to Rudy.’

[Apologies for the delay in informing you.]

’No problem, Hagrit. Good night.’

[Do you want to see your updated status?]

’No, let’s do that tomorrow morning.’

[Ok, then, good night.]

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Cara tossed and turned in her bed. Then, suddenly, it felt as if she were both awake and asleep at the same time.

The room around her dissolved into a blinding white light—so intense it should have blinded her, yet it didn’t.

A clear, melodic voice echoed through the space.

"Sylvester Lancaster, I hear you want to see me."

An ethereal figure materialized before him—a woman draped in a flowing white gown. She was breathtaking, with an oval face and a demure nose, radiating an otherworldly glow.

And that was when Cara realized—she was no longer Cara. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

She had transformed back into Sylvester, trapped once again in his familiar, less-than-appealing body.

The woman—no, the Goddess—tilted her head slightly, her expression serene.

"Go ahead, Sylvester. Plead your case. Plead your case to the Goddess of Light."

Sylvester swallowed, his voice steady but urgent. "Hagrit must have told you why I needed to speak with you."

"She has," the Goddess replied, "but I want to hear it from you. Why are you unsatisfied with the body you have been given?"

Sylvester clenched his jaw. "Because deep down, I am a man. I still feel like a man. And no matter how many women I sleep with, I can’t shake that feeling. I need to be who I truly am. Please—grant me this kindness."

The Goddess regarded him in thoughtful silence. Then, after a long pause, she finally spoke.

"I will give you what you seek," she said, "but you must still live as Cara."

Sylvester’s brows furrowed. He looked down, lost in thought. A moment passed before he lifted his head.

"I’ll take it," he said, with determination in his voice. "Even if it means being a man only temporarily—I’ll take it."

A slow smile spread across the Goddess’s lips. "Good," she murmured. "But there is something you must do for me in return. Consider it your new mission."

Sylvester tensed. "What is it?"

The Goddess took a step closer, her radiant presence overwhelming.

"I know you don’t want men touching Cara," she said, her voice soft yet firm. "But I want you to use her body to seduce Kyle Chesney."

No fucking way! Sylvester thought out loud.