Yandere Levelling in Her World-Chapter 194 - 195: Victoria’s struggle (R-18)

Victoria sat on the edge of her wide bed, the bedroom door locked and the curtains half-drawn. Only faint city light slipped through the gaps, painting silver streaks across her bare skin.

She was completely naked. In her hand she held her thick dildo, already slick. She leaned back against the pillows, spread her legs wide, and guided the toy to her entrance in a desperate way.

She pushed it in hard. No teasing. No slow build. Just raw need. Her hips jerked up to meet each thrust. She drove the dildo deep, twisting it on the outstroke, grinding the base against her clit. Sweat beaded on her forehead and between her breasts. Her breathing turned rough and uneven.

"Damn it," she muttered. "Come on."

She went harder. Faster. The wet sounds filled the quiet room. Her free hand gripped her own thigh, nails digging in. She pinched her nipple sharply, rolled it between her fingers. Pleasure coiled tight in her belly but refused to snap. She growled low in her throat and slammed the toy in again, hips bucking wildly.

Her face twisted with frustration. Eyes squeezed shut. Lips parted in a silent snarl. She looked desperate, unsatisfied, almost furious. No matter how brutally she fucked herself, the release stayed just out of reach almost as if she needed something more.

The phone on the nightstand buzzed and rang. Sharp, annoying. Victoria ignored it. She kept thrusting, chasing that missing spark. The ringing persisted. It drilled into her skull.

She cursed under her breath and snatched the phone. She jabbed the answer button without checking the caller.

"What?" she snapped.

A low, mechanically distorted voice spoke a short code phrase. Victoria went still. She listened. Ten seconds later the line clicked dead.

She ended the call and dropped the phone onto the sheets. A slow, wicked smile spread across her face. She pulled the dildo free and set it aside, still glistening.

"Another liberator hideout wiped out," she whispered. "They actually hired mercenaries. I never expected results this quick. Looks like Judith isn't really interested in liberators after all."

She stood up. The light from the window washed over her body. Mid-forties, but her figure still drew eyes. Full breasts. Soft curve of her belly. Rounded hips. Strong thighs. The glow from outside turned her skin luminous, shadows carving sensual lines along her waist and collarbone. She looked powerful. Sexy. Untouchable.

Victoria crossed to the wardrobe and pulled out a long black overcoat. She slipped it on but left it hanging open. The cool lining brushed her oversensitive skin. She smiled wider, savoring the victory.

A sharp knock sounded on the door.

She paused. "What is it?" she called.

A woman's voice answered from the hallway. "Madame, we managed to capture that boy Ren."

Victoria's pulse jumped. One of her trusted personal mercenaries. Excellent timing. She walked to the door and turned the lock. She pulled it open.

A slightly tall woman with torn clothes stood there. Face familiar. Too familiar.

"Annaliese?" Victoria muttered, genuinely shocked.

The woman stepped forward into the spill of light. "Mother," she said quietly. "I'm home."

Victoria opened her mouth to speak. Before any words came out, golden threads burst into existence around her. They whipped through the air and wrapped her wrists, twisted around her ankles, cinched tight at her waist and elbows. The bonds glowed softly. They felt warm. Unbreakable.

She yanked against them once. Hard. The threads only pulled tighter, forcing her arms behind her back and spreading her stance slightly.

Annaliese walked past her into the room. A second figure followed. Ren. He wore that same strange, lopsided smile. He reached back, closed the door with a quiet click, and flicked on the overhead light. Warm yellow flooded the space.

"Hello, Victoria," Ren said. His tone was light, almost friendly. "I brought your daughter back. So how are you?"

Victoria stared at them. The overcoat hung open. Golden threads held her exposed and helpless. Anger burned in her chest, but something colder lurked underneath.

Annaliese turned to face her. "Ren...what are we doing here? I don't want to see her. I hate this woman."

Ren looked at Anna with that same crooked smile, eyes gleaming under the bedroom light. "I know it, baby. And that's exactly why we are here."

Anna blinked, confusion creasing her forehead. "What do you mean?"

Ren stepped closer. His hands found her hips and pulled her against him in one smooth motion. He leaned in until his lips brushed her ear. "So tell me. What is your mother's power? She's a pretty successful woman. She must have a pretty powerful skill."

Anna hesitated. She glanced at Victoria, who stood bound in golden threads, still naked beneath the open overcoat. Then she looked back at Ren. "I wouldn't say she is powerful in a combat way. Her skill helps her identify probabilities. One of the reasons she became one of the giants in the stock market world."

Ren tilted his head. "Probabilities. Interesting. And what about your skill? Does she know your skill?"

Victoria's eyes narrowed. She tugged once against the threads again, uselessly. "Annaliese, what is he talking about?"

Anna swallowed. Her voice came out quieter. "She knows somewhat. But she doesn't know the full story. She only thinks that I can make suggestions to people which are more likely to become true."

Ren's smile stretched wider. He turned to Victoria. "You hear that? She has been hiding her true self from you because you're a fucking sick woman."

Victoria's jaw tightened. "Annaliese. Explain."

Ren ignored her. He moved behind Anna again, arms sliding around her waist. His voice dropped to a low, velvet whisper right against her ear. "Anna. Show this woman what you are. Show her what you can do. You are superior to this woman. She is not your mother. I am your family. She was just here to deliver you to me."

Anna's breathing hitched. She stared at Victoria. Anger flickered in her eyes, mixed with something darker. Something rebellious.

Ren's golden threads suddenly shimmered and loosened. They unwound from Victoria's wrists and ankles but stayed coiled loosely around her torso like a reminder. Victoria staggered half a step forward, arms dropping to her sides and was ready to pounce on Ren to attack him.

Ren leaned closer to Anna and whispered something too quiet for Victoria to catch. Anna's cheeks flushed bright red. She bit her lower lip.

Ren took her hand and led her to the bed. He sat first, then pulled Anna down until she straddled his lap, facing Victoria. Anna's back pressed to Ren's chest. His hands rested possessively on her thighs.

Anna looked at Victoria. For a second guilt flashed across her face. Then it hardened.

"Victoria," Anna said. Her voice trembled at first, then steadied. "Go there. To the middle of the room. Spread your legs. And stand until I tell you."

Victoria's body jerked. Her feet moved before her mind caught up. She walked three steps forward, stopped in the center of the rug. Her hands lifted the edges of the overcoat. The heavy fabric slid off her shoulders and pooled at her feet.

She stood naked again. Completely exposed.

"What the hell?" Victoria hissed. She tried to close her legs. Nothing happened. Her knees bent. She lowered herself into a deep squat. Thighs spread wide. Everything on display.

Her face burned with shock and fury. "Annaliese, stop this right now."

Anna looked away for a heartbeat. Then her gaze returned. Harder.

Ren laughed out loud. The sound bounced off the walls. "Look at that. Perfect view for a bitch like her. Good work, baby."

He turned Anna's face toward him with two fingers under her chin. Then he kissed her. Slow at first. Then deeper. His tongue slipped past her lips. Anna made a small sound and melted against him.

When they broke apart, Ren grinned at Victoria. "Now shall we fuck in your mother's bed?"

Victoria's voice came out raw. "You little bastard. Annaliese, listen to me. Whatever he told you, whatever he promised, this man is a liar."

Anna's fingers tightened on Ren's shoulders. "You don't get to tell me who I am anymore."

Ren's hands slid up Anna's sides, under her shirt. He pushed the fabric higher until it bunched under her breasts. "Tell her, Anna. Tell her exactly what your real power is."

Anna took a shaky breath. "It's not just suggestions. It's commands. Absolute. Once I say it and mean it, the body obeys. No resistance. No delay."

Victoria's eyes widened. "You hid that from me all these years?"

"You would have used it," Anna snapped. "You would have turned me into another weapon. Another tool for your authority."

Ren chuckled against Anna's neck. He nipped the skin lightly. "My good girl."

Victoria's legs trembled in the squat. The position burned. She could feel cool air against her exposed core. Humiliation curled tight in her stomach.

"Anna," she tried again. Softer. "I'm still your mother."

Anna shook her head. "You stopped being my mother long ago. I am his girl now. My world...my baby!"

Ren lifted Anna's shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Then he unhooked her bra with practiced ease. Anna let it fall. Her breasts spilled free. Ren cupped them immediately, thumbs brushing the nipples until they peaked.

Anna gasped. "Ren..." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"Keep going," he murmured. "Make her watch."

Anna looked straight at Victoria. "Victoria. Touch yourself. Slowly. And don't stop until I say."

Victoria's right hand moved on its own. Fingers slid down her stomach, over her mound, between her spread thighs. She brushed her clit once. A jolt shot through her. She hated how wet she already was.

"Stop," Victoria growled. But her fingers kept circling. Slow. Deliberate.

Ren laughed again. He shifted Anna in his lap so she faced him more fully. He unzipped his pants. Freed himself. Hard. Ready.

Anna looked down. Her breath caught. "Here? Now?"

"Right here," Ren said. "In her bed. On her sheets. While she watches."