CHAPTER 53: CHAPTER 53 - THANK YOU FOR DISCIPLINING MOM

My breath was still ragged as I looked down at my stepmother, who had just finished servicing me. My hand stroked her disheveled golden hair. "Good Mom."

Delilah turned her face away, her lips pursed in unconcealed disgust. Seeing her reaction, I couldn’t hold back a smile.

"Mom, remember this," I said. "If you have even the slightest malicious intent in your heart to hurt me when you want to do something, don’t do it. This is an order!"

Instantly, Delilah’s body stiffened. I could see the last shred of hope for freeing herself crumble in an instant. And immediately, that notification appeared:

[Domination over Delilah increased to 21%]

Five percent at once. Incredible. Last night, I had to fuck her for hours just to raise it a few points.

My guess was right—shattering her hope and breaking her psychologically was very effective.

The words I had just said to her were deliberately designed as a test and a safety measure. I’d spent the night thinking about how this [Slave’s Collar] works. The collar can force her to obey all my commands, but only physically. It can’t change her inherent nature or the feelings in her heart.

For example, if I ordered my mom to become a prostitute, she’d be forced to do it and act like a genuine whore. But deep inside, her disgust, shame, and hatred would still burn fiercely.

Conversely, it’s impossible for me to command her to love me—because love is a feeling, not a physical action that can be forced.

Furthermore, while the collar prevents her from directly harming me, I still don’t know the full extent of its protection.

The bottom line is, the [Slave’s Collar] might shackle her actions, but not the malicious intent and hatred in her heart.

"I know exactly what’s on your mind, Mom," I said, staring sharply at her. "Even though you can’t raise a hand to hurt me yourself, I’m sure you’re looking for a loophole. Searching for a way to attack me without using your own hands, perhaps by leveraging other people or specific situations."

Delilah’s expression grew even darker.

I smiled with satisfaction seeing her reaction. Her deep hatred no longer scared me—it was just proof that I was truly in control.

Even though my little brother had just been satisfied by Delilah, it wasn’t enough. He was still throbbing uncontrollably. I shook my head while looking at my stepmother.

"Instead of calming my little brother down, you’ve just gotten him even more excited, Mom."

Truthfully, I wanted to continue playing with her right away, but I had something important to do today. I needed to be in prime condition; I don’t have unlimited stamina—at least, not yet.

So, no matter how strong the temptation, I had to resist it.

A little while later, I opened the bedroom door and got a surprise. Angeline, my stepsister whose virginity I took last night and fucked until she passed out, was already standing in front of the door. She looked suddenly flustered and nervous when she saw me.

It seemed she’d been waiting outside my door for quite a while.

My curiosity was immediately piqued. What had changed in her after my dominance over her reached 100% last night? I immediately activated [Eye of Desire] on her.

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{SEX SLAVE}

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NAME: Angeline Socheron

AGE: 20

CLASS: Paladin

RANK: A

DOMINANCE: 100%

SEXUAL AROUSAL: 39%

VAGINA VIRGINITY: No

ANAL VIRGINITY: Yes

WEAK POINTS: Tongue, Vagina, Breasts.

FETISH: Sadistic and Masochistic

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No information had changed since the last time I looked. She was now officially my sex slave. But interestingly, her sexual arousal level was quite high—39%. Was she turned on right now?

"What are you doing here?" I asked her, curious about her reaction.

Angeline bowed her head, her cheeks flushed. "I... I wanted to serve you," she said in a small voice, but with a faint, rebellious undertone. "You’re the one who ordered me to suck your cock every day... so... don’t get the wrong idea! This is only because you ordered me to!"

I almost laughed at her antics. Just last night she was still terrified and disgusted every time I ordered her to serve me, but now she’s suddenly acting like a shy girl who secretly wants it. This must be the effect of her Sex Slave status after I successfully Mind Broke her.

"Even though I just took your virginity and fucked you senseless last night, you already miss me this much," I teased, moving closer. "Waiting for me outside my door first thing in the morning, my little cocksucking angel."

"W-who said I missed you?!" she protested, but her eyes kept glancing downward. "This... this is only because you ordered me to! I don’t want to do this at all! Really, I don’t!"

Her sudden tsundere attitude made me curious. Is this her true nature, hidden all this time behind her rough and cruel exterior? All this time, she just treated me like trash—hitting and humiliating me. But now... she’s like a normal girl confused by her own feelings.

I observed Angeline with great interest. According to the notification last night after I fully dominated her, she was supposed to have become a sex slave who lives only to serve my cock. I imagined she’d turn into a shameless, lewd slut, always begging to be satisfied. But in reality, she still looked like the usual Angeline—just with an unexpected tsundere attitude.

Suddenly, her eyes peeked into my room. Her face instantly paled when she saw Delilah, who was straightening the bed, completely naked.

"You... you promised you wouldn’t touch Mom!" she protested, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and disappointment. "Last night you promised that if I... if I gave you my virginity, you wouldn’t lay a hand on her!"

I didn’t answer immediately. Instead, I touched her shoulder gently, making her flinch slightly.

"Angel," I said in a feigned sad tone, "I did promise. But your mother tried to attack me. So I had to discipline her, it’s for my own safety, and for the good of all of us."

Angeline looked confused, conflict visible in her eyes. I continued in a firmer voice, "You need to understand, as my slave, you must always support your master. Your mother did wrong, and I had to punish her. You should be happy that now your mother can experience the same pleasure you felt. Isn’t it better if we can all feel happiness together?"

My twisted, perverted logic seemed to be sinking into her mind. I watched the resistance in her eyes slowly fade.

"But... but..."

"No ’buts’," I cut her off. "I am your master now. Everything I do is for the good of all of us. You want your family to be happy, right? Now we’ll be closer than ever before."

Angeline bowed her head, seemingly processing my words. I could see the internal battle within her—between the remnants of her old morality and her new programming as my sex slave.

"I... I understand," she finally whispered, though she still sounded a bit uncertain. "I... I will support you."

"Good," I praised, stroking her head. "Now, what do you have to say?"

She took a deep breath.

"Thank you... for... disciplining Mom."

My smile widened. Her mental break was truly perfect.

Then, shyly, she looked at me. "So... so... let me serve you now," she whispered, her hands starting to undo the buttons of my pants.

But I stopped her hands. "Patience, Angel. I have important business today."

I stared deep into her eyes. "But for tonight... I want you to prepare yourself. Wear your sexiest clothes, and... don’t wear anything underneath. I want you wet and ready, waiting for me in your room."

She nodded, her face flushed bright red but her eyes sparkling—a mixture of shame and anticipation.

"Oh, and Angel..." I added, turning to leave, "Say it like you mean it. Beg!"

She took a deep breath, then in a voice trembling with shameful obedience, said, "Please... Big Brother... use my body tonight. I... I promise I’ll be a good sex slave..."

I smiled with satisfaction.

"Good. I promise I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll wish you were dead."

She turned and walked away with a light step, nothing like a traumatized rape victim should be. I could only shake my head at her drastic change. Total mind break and domination—it’s truly something else.

When I glanced back, my gaze met Delilah’s, still sitting on the bed. Her eyes were filled with profound despair, witnessing how her daughter had completely transformed into her stepson’s sex slave—and was even eager for it.

[Domination over Delilah increased to 31%]