Neurolink System in the Modern World-Chapter 39 Twisted Mind

"I hate him! I want to fucking kill that monster!" I roared in anger, repeatedly punching the wall.

<nulli><nullb>*PUNCH!

<nulli><nullb>*PUNCH!

<nulli><nullb>*PUNCH!

All those revelations, all those lies, all those deceptions. He's the person who ruined my life.

Finally, I stopped after feeling the pain in my fist. As I checked my hands, I saw my knuckles bleeding. It was somewhat ironic; I had been so consumed by anger that I'd forgotten how painful it could be to punch a solid wall, even after unleashing my fury on someone to the brink of death.

The wall, on the other hand, had become a canvas for my crimson blood. It was as if it had absorbed all my anger and was now reflecting it back to me. The patterns of my knuckles made it look like some absurd masterpiece you'd see on TV, the kind that art collectors would pay millions for. Who knew my rage and fist could turn me into an accidental artist?

"What am I going to do now?" I sighed, plopping down on the floor.

I had spent countless years berating my dad in my mind, cursing his name for leaving me behind, and the mess he'd created. But now, as I sat on the cold, unforgiving floor, I couldn't help but wonder if I was more like him than I cared to admit. The truth was, the only real difference between us was that I had the system to assist me.

Maybe he felt hopeless after being manipulated by his only brother into believing that his true love, my mother, had left him for another man.

I had thought that I had forgiven them both in my heart before. But the painful truth of the events that had unfolded between my mother and father left me seething with anger. Perhaps, if that monster hadn't spun a web of lies, my father might have been searching for answers all along.

And even if she had left for another man, I believed my father would have still cared for me. I still cherished the memory of being held close to his round, comforting belly. 𝑏𝘦𝘥𝑛𝘰𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝑐𝘰𝑚

He might look fat and weak, but I can still remember my mother always talking about how awesome he was, and how she fell in love with him at first sight.

<nulli><nullb>*STEP! <nulli><nullb>*STEP! <nulli><nullb>*STEP! The sound of approaching footsteps jolted me from my deep thoughts.

"Have you finished treating him?" I asked with a cold tone as I watched Alyssa exit the basement, her clothing stained with blood. She looked like an emotionless serial killer right now, as if she had just finished skinning her most recent victim.

"Yes, Master."

"Good. Give him some medicine and vitamins as well, so he doesn't die too easily. His sins are too great for him to simply die on me." I sneered in contempt.

"Yes, Master," Alyssa replied obediently.

"Take a bath after you're done. I will be waiting for you in the master's bedroom," I instructed her. I needed a release for this pent-up stress, and I hadn't forgiven her for her own sins yet.

"Yes, Master,"she bowed her head .

As I stood up and walked away, my thoughts churned.

"If I hadn't discovered the truth about her switching the poisoned bottle with a normal one, her fate might have been the same as my uncle's," I mused, the weight of that revelation lingering heavily in my mind.

I couldn't help but confront the darkness that had taken root within me. Whether it was due to the influence of the system's skills or the overwhelming hatred I felt, I had transformed into a person I could hardly recognize. Strangely, I found myself devoid of guilt, as if I had become numb to the moral boundaries I once had.

Or maybe I never really had any moral boundaries to begin with. It's possible that what I once thought guided me morally was my weak self, and now it has crumbled, revealing a darker side of me.

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Master's Bedroom

"Zyden, please stop this. Please, stop!" My aunt started crying as I held her by the neck. She tried to resist, but it was no use.

I used suggestion to control her thoughts, so right now, in her perspective, she's being dominated by my old, fat self.

Why did I do this? Well, I realized that her having sex with someone she love would just satisfy her desires. And I prefer making her struggle.

This is simply a role play for my own enjoyment, a rather cruel one at that.

"You bitch, this is payback for the things you did to me back then. Do you regret being a jerk?" I scoffed, as I turned her body , and pinned her down the bed.

<nulli><nullb>*THRUST!

"No….it hurts," she squirmed in pain. The first thrust was awkward; it was dry, so I had to force it.

I know that she's in pain, but her plead for mercy is not enough to stop me.

<nulli><nullb>*THRUST!

<nulli><nullb>*THRUST!

<nulli><nullb>*THRUST!

My large dick moved roughly back and forth against her pussy as I positioned myself behind her, holding her hair tightly like I was riding a horse.

"AH….AHH. Please Stop… I'm breaking …. I'm breaking ..... I can't …. Please… I'm sorry.. I'm sorry... I…. Won't … do it again.. I'm sorry ," She started moaning , her eyes flipping as she also began to feel the heat of moment.

I could see in her face that she started to enjoy it as the sex went on. And, I can't blame her, my dick is so massive that it hits the G-spot with every thrust.

<nulli><nullb>*THRUST!

<nulli><nullb>*THRUST!

<nulli><nullb>*THRUST!

Finally, after feeling her warm pussy rubbing against my dick , I could feel my cock throbbing with tension, aching to find release .

"I'm coming," I groaned, letting her know as I reached the peak of pleasure.

"AH.. No… Please…. Please…. Ahhhh stop… I don't want to get pregnant ....!'

<nulli><nullb>*BURST!

"Nooooooo!!!!" She screamed as the intense sensation of getting filled up by semen break her mind.

<nulli><nullb>THUD.

Then her weak body dropped down onto the bed, her breathing heavy and exhausted.

I noticed traces semen dripping from her pussy, evidence of the amount of cum she took in. It became clear that the tension I had been holding inside was greater than I had initially realized.

As I lay on the bed, my mind began to calm down. The pain of betrayal still lingered, but the rush of hormones from a good sex tried to provide some solace.

With this clarity, a new plan formed in my head.