Free Web NovelChapter 1: Violently seductive
Stefan’s POV
As consciousness crept into my senses, I felt discomfort instantly.
The damp feeling on my back where I laid was dirt. I was certain it was because it felt nothing like the marble floor of my penthouse.
The next feeling I registered was the warmth pressed against my cheek. Soft, round and shifting slightly with every breath that wasn’t mine.
Ten years of running cons on women who thought they were smarter than me had taught my body one skill better than any other. That skill was recognizing the weight and give of a woman’s chest pressed against skin.
So I knew this was breast pressing on my cheek. And this wasn’t small. It was generous, heavy and overflowing. It was even bigger than the kind that used to fund my apartment rent.
I didn’t open my eyes yet. I didn’t need to. My lips curled into a smirk all on their own.
Whatever this system thing was, whatever deal it cut me right as my heart stopped, it had style. I had to acknowledge it.
The acknowledgment brought back the system’s voice to me in pieces, the way drowning memories do.
Complete missions for six days. A second chance, if I paid for it. Easy, I’d thought, even with death’s hand already closing around my throat.
"Of course it is easy. If the welcome package felt like this, sixty days would definitely feel like a vacation." I thought to myself and my lips curved more.
However, a sound cracked through the air half a second before pain exploded across my cheek.
My eyes snapped open and I saw her...
A young woman standing over me. She was- wait!
I blinked then swallowed hard.
Because the slap wasn’t even the most violent thing about her. Her appearance was violent in a seductive way.
Her skin caught the light like it had been poured from gold, smooth over muscle that flexed every time she shifted her weight. A strip of fabric, barely wider than my hand - not quite a bra that I was very familiar with, fought a losing battle against the chest underneath it.
The flesh spilling was over the edges with every breath she took. My eyes lingered on the fresh breasts for a moment before they dropped lower and when they did, my eyes widened.
Was that real?
Her waist cut in sharp enough to wrap one hand around, then exploded out into hips built like a weapon, thick thighs leading down to bare feet planted in the dirt like she owned the ground itself.
I had swindled actresses. Models. A senator’s wife once, for eleven months but none of them came close.
She was a sight to behold. Of course the little man between my legs agreed with me on that motion. It had started raising its big head.
My mouth watered then it dried up. Then flooded again. My gaze went up to her face and that was when I saw her pretty face being twisted with disgust.
She turned her head, calling out over her shoulder to someone I couldn’t see yet.
"The new captive has a third leg." A pause, her eyes flicking back down at me like she was reconsidering whether I was even worth the trouble. "Shall I cut it off?"
"What third leg?" My brows furrowed in confusion and my gaze snapped to my body.
"What the hell?" The realization hit me hard. I was naked. Flat on my back in the dirt. And I was hard. Painfully, obviously, hard.
Before I could do anything about my embarrassing situation, the young woman crouched lower, getting a better look, and the position pushed her chest forward, gravity doing something to that strip of fabric that made my hips twitch against my will.
She spoke up before I could, not to me by the way;
"Maybe the General wants it. For dinner." She tilted her head, evaluating, the same way you had sized up a fish too small to keep.
"Though I doubt it would satisfy her. It looks small."
Something else cracked then not across my face, but across whatever was left of my pride.
"Small?" The word tore out before my brain caught up to my mouth. "Lady, where I’m from, this is nine inches. Nine inches has made grown women scream their goddamn brains out."
I expected a reaction. Shock. Maybe even interest.
What I didn’t expect was a slap. And this second slap was harder than the first. It snapped my head sideways and lit up my jaw with white heat.
"Slaves," she drew out in a flat, bored voice but with a tone of finality" don’t speak unless they are given the grace to."
The word ’slave’ hit harder than her hand did.
With my ears ringing, jaw throbbing, I lay there piecing it together. The system never said slave. It said second chance. It said missions. It said sixty days and you walk away clean. Nobody mentioned waking up naked in dirt with my cock on display getting threatened with a blade by a woman built like every fantasy I had ever paid for.
"The General won’t be around for dinner. Don’t cut it yet." I heard a voice from behind the woman but I wasn’t in the mood to find out the owner of the voice.
Where the hell was that damned system?
"Get on your feet." The woman before me snapped, her face scrunching up in disgust as if she had already lost interest simply because she wasn’t allowed to cut off my cock.
That was when the screen dropped into my vision, sharp blue light cutting clean through the panic, through the throb in my jaw, through everything.
[MISSION 1: Make the woman before you beg to suck your cock.]
[TIME LIMIT: 5:00:00]
[FAILURE PENALTY: ⚠️ LOCKED - Fail mission 1 to view]
[REWARD: LOCKED - Complete mission 1 to view]
Wait, what?
Five hours to make the same woman who had described my cock as a third leg and wanted to cut it, to beg to suck it?
[TIME LIMIT: 4:55:00]
