CHAPTER 232: 240. HIDEOUS

"You know..." Asher muttered, his eyes trailing slowly down Valerie’s naked curvaceous figure. "You’re too kind for your own good, Val. But I suppose... it’s never easy to watch your own sister scream in pain and do nothing, huh?"

Valerie lowered her gaze, shame clouding her soft features. "I’m sorry, Master," she whispered. "But please... don’t hurt her anymore. I can’t stand it. I just can’t."

Rin growled quietly, her crimson eyes flicking aside, tension simmering beneath her calm.

Asher’s voice remained cold, his tone even. "That depends on her. I don’t forgive easily—especially not someone who tried to have me killed. If I let her go, what’s to stop her from trying again? Or worse, hurting someone I care about?" He narrowed his gaze. "I can’t take that risk."

"Fucking brat!" Veyna spat, her face contorted with agony as she clutched her shattered leg. "You’ll regret this! He’ll kill you!"

"He?" Asher’s brow arched. "Now that’s interesting... who’s ’he’?"

He stepped forward, gently nudging Valerie aside as he crouched in front of Veyna. Her lip curled in disgust before she spat in his face.

"Go to hell..."

Asher’s voice dropped, calm and deadly. "Rin."

Without hesitation, Rin tightened the roots again around Veyna’s legs. She shrieked—a guttural, raw sound that scraped at the air. Her face twisted, veins bulging at her temple, eyes wide with white-hot pain.

Asher raised a hand. Rin eased her hold, steam rising from the scorched flesh.

"Tell me... who the fuck is this ’he’?"

"Like hell I would," Veyna hissed, panting through clenched teeth.

Without a word, Asher touched her forehead, delving into her mind. He sifted through her mind threads, seeking the face behind the chaos—but all he could grasp was a glimpse: a tall man in a fine, tailored suit. His face was smeared in shadow, details blurring like mist. Then—

Darkness.

A wave of pitch-black surged forward in his vision, swallowing everything. A stabbing pain exploded in his skull. Asher pulled back, gasping, clutching his temples with trembling fingers as sweat rolled down his brow.

"Master!" Rin cried out, catching him as he staggered.

His breath came in shallow pants. His cock had gone limp, and the sexual charge that once electrified the room had died. The watching maids looked uneasy. Even the guards outside, still lewdly holding their dicks to jerk off sensed something had shifted.

Asher recovered slowly, his eyes hardening. He stepped back toward Veyna.

She was smiling now. Bleeding, broken—but smiling. "You’re nothing to him," she rasped. "You realize that now... don’t you?"

"I don’t know what game you’re playing," Asher growled. "But since you’ve made your choice... I’ll kill you. Right here. Right now."

He summoned a scalpel from his item box. It dropped into his hand with a metallic click.

"Master, wait!" Valerie cried out, rushing forward and falling to her knees in front of her sister. "Sister..."

She reached out gently—but Veyna slapped her hand away before it could reach her.

Valerie flinched. "Why... why are you doing this?"

Veyna chuckled darkly, lifting her hand and yanking her hat off.

Gasps rippled through the room.

Beneath the hat... was ruin. Her once-elegant face was scorched, twisted with burn scars. Wrinkled, blistered skin stretched across her right cheek. Her once blue hair, ine that looked like Valerie’s had turned to ashen gray—dry, lifeless. One side of her scalp was bald.

Hideous. The word echoed in every stunned mind.

Valerie’s lips trembled as tears welled in her eyes, remembering the day her sister was burnt by the bandits. The day they were venturing through the woods, looking for that rare bird she wanted.

"Look at me!" Veyna shrieked. "This is what’s left of me! This is what saving you cost me! I thought... I thought people would praise me. Call me a hero. But no one even looked my way!"

Valerie’s tears spilled. "That’s not true..."

Asher stood back, watching the sisters, allowing them this moment.

Veyna’s voice cracked with bitter rage. "As we grew, you only got more beautiful. You had that blessing ’The Gift of Allure. Everyone loved you. I became... invisible. And what did you do with their attention? You reveled in it! You left me—your savior—behind, and traveled the world painting... trash. And people bought it. Loved it."

She laughed—dry, broken. "And I trained every damn day, trying to be seen. No one cared. That’s why I came here. I wanted to ruin you."

Valerie collapsed, sobbing. "No, no... you don’t mean that. You’re the kindest person I know—"

"Kind?" Veyna sneered. "I should’ve killed you long ago. But your Gift... it saved you. Even half-dead, it worked like a charm. Thanks to you, my cosmetic empire thrived. I hate you, Valerie. I fucking hate you."

A bow of shadow magic began to form in her hands, wanting to aim it at Val and end her rught there, but Rin moved faster. Flames burst from the roots wrapped around her, tightening like a vice.

CRACK.

A sickening snap echoed. Veyna’s other leg snapped fully in half—bone jutting out, blood gushing in rivers.

Maids shrieked and scrambled backward, their arousal now a distant, cold memory. The air stank of blood, smoke, and burnt flesh.

Veyna’s screams shook the walls. Valerie lunged forward to help her sister, but Asher pulled her back.

"That’s enough," he said grimly. "She’s not your sister anymore. She’s a monster. Your illness... everything—it was all her doing."

The roots hissed, burning deep into muscle and bone. The smell of charred meat filled the air. And yet, through the pain, Veyna glared up at her sister, eyes gleaming with venom.

"That’s right," she rasped. "I hate you more than anyone alive."

And in that moment, everyone saw it—what Veyna had become. Or perhaps, what she’d always been.

Because for noblewomen, beauty was everything. Society demanded it—elegance, charm, allure. And Veyna... had lost hers. No potion, no cream, no powder could restore what fire had taken from her face.

At first, she was fine. But as the years passed—no suitors, no glances, no affection—it began to eat at her. Meanwhile, Valerie sparkled. Men from high houses flocked to her, only to be turned away with a smile.

Then came him. The only one who gave Veyna what she craved. Power. Recognition. He used her. Took her virginity. Made her a hero. Elevated her above others. She didn’t care that it was all a lie. Because for once... she felt alive.

She hired Hades to curse Valerie. Turn her as hideous as she was. And still... she could never measure up. Here she is again, healthy, more beautiful than ever, shining like a Morningstar.

Now, bound and dying, her life draining from her, she laughed bitterly.

Even with everything she’d done—even as she wasted away—her sister’s beauty returned, and she remained broken.

Dying.

Ugly.

Left to bear the wages of jealousy.

And it hit her. She was never angry at Valerie. Not truly. What she hated most... was herself. For being such a failure of a sister and a noble woman from the very first day she was born. For being unable to clear her own path in life..envied her sister, and never actually measured up to her.

Her gaze flicked up. Through the haze of pain, smoke, and failure... Valerie was still there. Still crying. Clearly hurt by what Veyna was going through. Despite knowing she is the one who made her sick, used her like trash.

And without realizing it... Veyna smiled.

A faint, tragic smile. The last she would ever give to her beautiful twin sister.

Asher cleared his throat, voice cutting through the thick silence and drawing every eye in the room.

"Veyna, was it...?" His tone was sharp, but calm. "You’re a damn fool. All this time, worrying about appearances and status like they’re worth more than the people right in front of you. What good is all that, if you burn everything else to the ground just to get it?"

He paused, eyes narrowing. "But I’m not here to give you a lecture or something. You know what you did. And you know where you were wrong."

He tossed her a bottle of healing potion.

"Drink that. It’ll dull the pain. I should kill you right here and now... believe me, I want to." He walked closer. "But I won’t. Because of Val. She’s my wife now. And I don’t want her remembering me as the man who killed her sister."

His smile twisted slightly. "I’ll leave that to Liloth Alvado and the Eldorian elders. You know how they are... Execution’s a mercy if they’re feeling creative."

Valerie sniffled softly, her voice fragile but trembling with warmth.

"M-Master..." she murmured, looking up at him with wet, shining eyes. "You really... care for me?"

Asher nodded once, firm and quiet.

Veyna’s head lowered, a shadow of guilt curling around her words.

"I don’t even know if he grew to love you because of your Gift Of Allure, sister..." she whispered. "Or if fate just dropped this man into your lap to punish me... to spare you from the monster I became."

She choked back a breath, then looked up at Valerie. "But you’re lucky, Val. You got someone who sees past everything. Someone real. Cherish him. Love with your own heart. Not like me... some bitter fool trying to cheat life and rewrite what I never earned."

Valerie crawled to her, pulling her into a tight embrace.

"I love you, sis. Always have."

Veyna stroked Valerie’s hair with a bloodied hand, her touch gentle despite the pain lacing her expression.

"I know," she whispered, closing her eyes. "I know..."

As they broke the hug, Veyna offered a faint, broken smile.

"Goodbye, Val."

Then, with a sudden flick of her wrist, she hurled the healing potion across the room. It shattered against the stone wall, the glow fading fast.

"I’ll take the pain," she hissed. "I deserve to feel every bit of it."

Asher laughed—low, sharp, and almost impressed.

"Well damn... smarter than you look." He turned toward the window, spotting two guards peeking in. "You," he snapped at a maid, "go call them in."

The maids jolted upright, hurriedly throwing their clothes back on, leaving their glistening dildos discarded on the couch. One by one, they slipped out of the dining room, the heat of the orgy that was threatening to happen already fading. Their arousal calming down. There wouldnt be more of that shameless behavior again.

At least, that’s what they thought.

But Asher’s system interface still had a pending quest for him.

[Quest Alert]

[13 Horny MILFs detected within 200-meter radius.]

[Task: TAME THEM ALL!!!]

He smirked to himself, dark amusement curling across his lips.

He wasn’t about to fail that mission.

To be continued.