My Cuckhold System-Chapter 107: A Hero?

The motel room had gone quiet.

Lena lay sprawled across the bed, breathing slow and deep, completely exhausted. The sheets were tangled around her legs and her hair fanned across the pillow with mascara faintly smudged from earlier tears.

The bed was completely in disarray and white stains could be spotted at different areas... which was proof of all the deviousness that had gone down here.

West stood by the window for a moment, looking down at the phone in his grasp and scrolling through a bunch of images and videos.

These were all explicit images and videos of Lena taking his dick... some pictured her with her eyes rolled to the back, choking on West’s dick... some were videos of her hair being pulled back as she took a pounding from behind... some were images of her face completely covered in cum.

West nodded with a look of satisfaction.

A faint system notification flickered in the corner of his vision, displaying the number of Cuck Points he had acquired from this endeavour.

It was a lot... especially when coupled with what he gained from fucking Nina earlier on today.

West couldn’t help but recall that not even two months ago, he was a virgin loser... and now he fucked two girls in one day?

It was quite the step up...

Upon raising his phone again, he noticed something at the top right corner...

Apparently, it was a hidden notification. Due to his phone currently being on Do Not Disturb mode.

After checking, West noticed he had seventeen missed calls and a few messages...

All from his Dad.

His expression changed as he immediately opened the messages.

The first one was rushed.

~ West call me ASAP. ~

The second was worse.

~ Something’s wrong. Not sure what’s happening. Men wih... ~

It cut off mid-sentence.

The third message came minutes later with a single word.

~ "Help!" ~

West’s heartbeat slowed instead of speeding up.

His mind sharpened as he spotted a location link beneath the last message.

He tapped it instantly and the map loaded.

It displayed a high-end event center across the city.

West turned toward the bed once more.

Lena stirred faintly but didn’t wake. He didn’t care anyways, he already got what he wanted.

In the next instant, he was out the motel door.

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~ Rose Haven Hall Event Center ~

Crystal chandeliers hung from an impossibly high ceiling.

Marble floors were polished and glittering, making it look as though one was walking on clouds.

The event hall was massive, decorated with floral arrangements and shimmering drapes. Guests had long arrived in suits and gowns, expensive watches glinting under the lights.

However, presently...

The same guests were either kneeling or lying face-down on the floor.

Whimpers and quiet sobs filled the air.

Masked men armed with pistols and blunt weapons moved between them, collecting jewelry, watches, wallets—anything of value.

Designer handbags were dumped into black duffel bags.

The robbery was methodical and organized.

This was a curated list of wealthy targets.

At the center of it all stood the leader of the armed robbers, unmasked and completely exposed.

He wore a fitted dark suit with the sleeves rolled up casually, revealing tattooed forearms.

His expression was bored like this was routine...

Like consequences didn’t exist.

One of the masked thieves crouched near a young woman in a short red dress, drooling over her body in a way that made her shrink back in fear.

"Boss," the masked man chuckled, "this one’s got more than jewelry."

Laughter rippled among a few of them while Mark clenched his fists from the sidelines.

He had been forced to kneel near the center aisle.

The masked man grabbed the lady and forced her to stand.

"Please... let go... you’re hurting me," she voiced with a tone of vulnerability.

Instead, the masked man swirled his tongue in excitement and said; "Her voice is as smooth as butter... Boss can you imagine the moans she’ll make?"

Blood trickled faintly from Mark’s lip where he had already been struck earlier but he couldn’t stay silent, watching this scene unfold before him.

"Leave her alone."

The words came out firm despite the tremor in his chest.

The masked man turned slowly.

"What did you say, old man?"

Mark rose halfway to his feet.

"We’re surrendering all we have to you. Just take it and leave."

A fist smashed into his face in the next instant and he dropped back down hard with his head ringing.

Bam!

"What do you think you are?" the thief sneered. "A hero?"

Mark’s phone slipped from his hand, clattering across the marble floor.

It slid several feet away and the screen lit up.

One of the armed men picked it up lazily.

"Boss."

The unmasked leader glanced over and the thief read aloud.

"On my way dad. Hold on tight and be safe."

The hall went quiet for half a second.

And then, there was an explosive laughter.

"You texted your son?" one of them wheezed.

"Your son is coming to save you?"

"Who the hell do you think he is?" another added mockingly. "Superman?"

The leader smirked faintly.

"Interesting."

Mark tried to push himself up again but another punch hit his stomach.

Air left his lungs violently and before he could catch his breathe, a second fist smashed into his face.

Then another...

Then a kick to his ribs...

He collapsed fully this time but they didn’t stop.

Boots slammed into his side...

A weapon butt struck his back...

Another blow to his jaw...

Blood splattered across the marble floor as guests watched in horror while some turned away.

Others trembled helplessly.

The young woman in red began crying openly.

"Please... please stop. You’re going to kill him!"

One of the thieves shoved her back down.

"Stay down."

The leader didn’t intervene.

"His death means nothing," he said flatly.

One of the masked men lifted his fist again, aiming for Mark’s face, when...

BOOM.

A thunderous crash echoed overhead as the glass-paneled rooftop exploded inward.

Shards rained down like glittering daggers.

"Kiarrrhhh!"

Guests screamed as wind rushed through the opening.

A massive feminine green figure descended from above and landed with a quake that cracked marble tiles beneath her feet.

The raised fist never landed because her massive hand caught the attacker’s wrist mid-swing.