Yandere Levelling in Her World-Chapter 184 - 185: Memento

Ren lay on the wide, too-soft bed, staring up at the gilded ceiling of his luxurious prison cell. The room screamed wealth, velvet drapes, crystal chandelier, even a faint floral scent that clung to everything. But no amount of comfort could hide the truth: he was a hostage.

He rolled onto his side, mind churning. Should he escape or stay?

Staying was simple. Safe. Victoria and her people clearly wanted Anna to come for him. This gilded cage was bait, and he was the worm. If he just waited, Anna would show up eventually. That was the easy road to seeing her again.

But Anna was out there, running with the Liberators, risking everything. He got lot more information about the group she is part of.

The group had started small: a handful of angry idealists fighting the corruption that choked Norbata, searching for the vanished ones the army ignored. Lately, though, their influence had crept even into the safe districts. People whispered about them in the markets. The powerful were getting nervous.

Ren exhaled slowly. Waiting felt like betrayal since he would be leading her to a trap.

A sharp knock shattered the silence.

The heavy door swung open.

A servant woman stepped in, black dress, blank expression, carrying a silver tray piled high with luxury: roasted quail glistening with herbs, honey-glazed carrots, warm bread, a bottle of deep crimson wine, delicate fruit tarts dusted with sugar. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

She set the tray on the low table with mechanical precision, then turned to leave.

Ren rolled over, facing the wall, pretending disinterest. He didn't want anyone reporting that the prisoner looked eager.

Soft footsteps approached the bed.

He tensed.

The woman leaned close. Her voice came out flat, robotic, completely wrong for her gentle face.

"My love… you should escape now. I'm waiting for you in the back alleys near the municipal council. We need you. Please come. Safe. I'm your beloved Anna."

The words hit like lightning.

Ren's heart slammed against his ribs.

Anna. She'd pushed her mind control further than ever. That wasn't the servant talking. That was Anna puppeteering her.

The woman turned and walked out. She left the door wide open.

Ren didn't hesitate.

He sprang off the bed, snatched a drumstick from the tray, took a huge bite of the juicy meat, and chewed as he moved.

Fuel. Good enough.

He slipped into the hallway, bare feet silent on thick carpet. The mansion felt unnaturally still. No guards in sight. Either ignorance… or a trap. But he knew it should be the ignorance since Victoria thought Ren was just a powerless man who is all talk.

But before he vanished into the night, one last thing.

Victoria.

All those smug smiles. The way she'd looked down at him like he was a toy she could wind up and put away. Time to flip the board.

He moved through shadowed corridors, memory guiding him toward the east wing. Victoria's private suite was impossible to miss, double doors trimmed in luxury looking wood, always flanked by guards.

Tonight the hallway outside was empty.

Ren frowned. Too easy.

He reached the doors. Tested the handle.

Unlocked.

He eased the door open a crack, just enough to peek inside.

What he saw stopped his breath.

Victoria, completely naked.

Back arched, hips rolling in desperate rhythm.

A thick black dildo was mounted to the wall at perfect height. She rode it hard, thighs trembling, breasts bouncing with each thrust. Sweat shone on her pale skin. Long dark hair whipped wildly. Low, broken moans spilled from her parted lips.

She was utterly lost, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed crimson, chasing release with frantic need.

Ren stared.

Shock gave way to dark amusement.

So Victoria Morgenstern had cracks after all.

Egotistical. Cold. Always in control.

But right now? Just a woman. A very desperate one.

A slow, predatory smile spread across his face.

*Let's see how you like being the one surprised.*

He pushed the door wider slow, silent.

She didn't notice.

Ren stepped inside. The air smelled of her love juice, expensive perfume, and sweat.

He moved behind her.

Victoria's moans grew louder, more ragged.

Ren waited one heartbeat. Two.

Then he struck.

One arm wrapped around her waist, pinning her back to his chest.

His other hand clamped over her mouth.

She froze. Body locked rigid.

Hot breath against her ear.

"Hello, Victoria," he whispered, voice low and rough. "Having fun all alone? Let me join you."

A muffled scream vibrated against his palm.

He tightened his hold, not hurting, just firm.

She struggled to break free but it was obvious Ren had superior strength.

"Shhh. No screaming. The guards are… elsewhere. You wouldn't want to spoil the moment, right?"

Victoria thrashed.

Ren laughed softly against her neck.

"Still fighting? Cute."

He pressed forward, letting her feel how hard he was through his pants.

She went stiff.

"You look incredible like this," he murmured. "All that pride… and here you are, fucking yourself silly on a wall toy because nothing else measures up."

He slid his free hand down her stomach. Lower.

Fingers brushed slick pussy which was already wet.

Victoria jerked violently.

"Already dripping," he observed. "You really were enjoying yourself."

He circled her clit, slow, teasing.

Her knees buckled.

Ren held her upright effortlessly.

"Here's the thing, Victoria," he said, lips grazing her ear. "You've always treat me like dirt. Locking me up. Taunting me. Thinking you're untouchable. Treating your daughter...my girlfriend like trash."

He pinched her nipple sharply.

She gasped into his hand.

"But look at you now. Naked. Needy. Riding plastic because you're too scared...or too proud...to ask for the real thing."

He rocked against her again.

"Or maybe… you've just been waiting for someone who isn't afraid to take it."

Her struggles slowed.

Ren felt the change, anger melting into something hotter.

He removed his hand from her mouth.

She panted, voice hoarse.

"You… fucking bastard…"

Ren chuckled.

"That's right. Bastard."

He spun her to face him.

Her eyes were wide, pupils blown dark. Lips swollen. Cheeks burning.

She shoved at his chest.

He caught her wrists, pinned them above her head against the wall.

The dildo pressed against her spine.

She hissed.

Ren leaned in until their mouths nearly touched.

"Before I leave you," he said quietly. "Let me show you why daughter likes me so much."

Victoria glared.

"I'll kill you."

"Good." He smirked. "Hate makes everything better."

He kissed her hard, claiming.

She bit his lip.

He tasted copper. Laughed into her mouth.

Then kissed deeper.

This time she kissed back fierce, furious, hungry.

Ren released her wrists.

Her hands attacked his shirt, ripping buttons.

His chest opened wide but Victoria wasn't able to see anything in dark.

He lifted her. Legs locked around his waist.

The wall toy nudged her back.

She whimpered as he kissed her again ferociously.

He broke the kiss, trailing his mouth down her neck, biting just hard enough to leave marks. "You hate this, don't you?" he growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. "Hate how much you want it."

"Shut up," she snarled, but her hips bucked against him involuntarily, seeking friction. Her body betrayed her, slick and aching, every nerve ending screaming for more.

Ren's hand slid between them, fingers finding her core with unerring precision. She was soaked, her folds parting easily as he teased her entrance. "So wet for me already," he murmured, his thumb circling her clit while two fingers pushed inside her, curling just right to hit that spot that made her vision blur.

Victoria gasped, her head falling back against the wall with a thud. The intrusion was sudden, overwhelming, stretching her in a way the toy never could.

His fingers moved with deliberate slowness at first, building a rhythm that matched the frantic beat of her heart. In and out, twisting, pressing deeper. She could feel the calluses on his hands, the warmth of his skin, details that made this feel dangerously real.

"Fuck you," she whispered, but it came out as a moan. Her hands roamed his chest, tracing the hard planes of muscle beneath his torn shirt.

He was strong which confused Victoria this cannot possibly be the reality, his body honed. This is not a man. Men are fragile and weak.

He added a third finger, stretching her further, his pace quickening. The wet sounds of his hand working her filled the room, mingling with her ragged breaths.

Pressure built inside her, coiling tight like a spring ready to snap. Her thighs trembled, her core clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed closer and closer to the edge.

"Yes," Ren encouraged, his lips brushing her ear. "Let go, Victoria. Show me how much you need this."

She was there, teetering on the brink. Her body arched, muscles tensing, the climax rushing toward her like a tidal wave. Just a little more...

And then...nothing.

The fingers vanished. The weight of his body against hers dissolved into thin air. The heat, the pressure, the everything gone.

Victoria's eyes snapped open, her breath hitching in confusion. She reached out, hands grasping at empty space. The wall was cold behind her, the dildo still mounted there, slick from her earlier solo efforts but untouched now.

She spun around, heart pounding, scanning the dimly lit room. Shadows danced from the night light outside, but there was no one. No Ren. No torn shirt, no mocking smile.

"What...?" she whispered, her voice echoing in the silence. Her body still hummed with unspent arousal, her core throbbing painfully, denied release. She pressed a hand between her legs, trying to recapture the sensation, but it felt wrong...hollow.

Had it all been a hallucination? A fever dream born of her frustration and the endless games she played? But it had felt so real, the taste of his blood on her lips from that bite, the sting of his grip on her wrists.

She leaned against the wall, legs shaky, mind reeling. The room smelled of her arousal, but no trace of him. No footprints on the carpet, no disturbed furniture. Just her, naked and alone, questioning her sanity.

A sharp knock rattled the closed door, hurried, insistent.

Victoria jolted, her pulse spiking anew. She was still on the verge, body wound tight but unable to tip over without that phantom touch. Frustration boiled into rage. "What?" she barked, her voice laced with anger and desperation.

"Madame!" The woman's voice from outside was frantic, edged with panic. "That man we kept in the room...he's escaped!"

Victoria's eyes went wide, the words slicing through her haze like a knife. Escaped?

She staggered to her senses, grabbing a silk robe and wrapping it around herself with trembling hands. The ache between her legs persisted, a cruel reminder. If it was real, he'd humiliated her in the most intimate way possible.

If not... gods, what did that say about her? Did she want that young man?

"Search the grounds!" she shouted through the door, forcing her voice to steady. "Find him. Now! I want him...NOW!"