Everything Will Be My Way! 205 Chapter 205

This had been the worst month in Dinah's life. She was reduced from a senior maid to a servant's s.e.x slave. He had limited her free will to the point of telling her what book to read during her break. Not so long ago, while she was carrying out the "dirty fifth point" from the list of his orders before going to bed, her sister got sick and tired of pretending not to notice anything. Dinah had to follow the "suspended b.a.s.t.a.r.d's order" and talk with Anna about s.e.x and masturbation. Those five minutes were a real nightmare, Dinah thought she would die of shame! Anna was getting more and more embarra.s.sed with each next word, and her embarra.s.sment was contagious. After this incident, the sisters could hardly look each other in the eyes.

One evening, Dinah was ordering the servants around, lost in thought. Suddenly, the formation on her forehead began to tingle and fade away... The subjugating formation was quickly losing its power, releasing the once proud bird.

«I… I am free?» - She whispered hesitantly.

«Dinah! You too?!» - Anna came running.

Their eyes met. They understood everything.

The blonde maid clapped her hands to her mouth in horror. – «Does it mean that our first master is dead?! G.o.ds…»

The story of Anna and Dinah began when they were about two years old, and their conscious life was still in its infancy.

Once, after a hard day, the king went into his chambers, when to his utter amazement, he found two cuddling babies on the bed. One fair-haired and one dark-haired. There were the sun and the moon, both fascinating and captivating. The girls looked scared, tears welling up in their beautiful eyes.

Puzzled by their mysterious appearance, Michael questioned the guards and launched an investigation. However, he didn't find out anything. The conclusion was self-evident: someone had managed to break into the king's chambers, bypa.s.sing the barriers and the guards and left two children under his care, wis.h.i.+ng to give the girls a good father. Judging by their sweetest looks, this someone was of n.o.ble origin.

But the mysterious stranger's scheme wasn't part of the king's plans. He was not going to adopt the beautiful girls. King Michael gave them names guided by personal reasons and placed them in the care of a good friend to the elite imperial school.

Anna and Dinah turned out to be determined and strong-willed. They stoically survived the severe training in the elite school. By the age of ten, the girls got a top-notch education. They were taught to be ideal maids, to obey their masters and put their interests above all else. They were instilled the right life beliefs and values, manners and n.o.ble upbringing, as well as the skills to quickly eliminate the enemy. They became elite maids for their masters and, if need be, cold-blooded machines for killing enemies.

The king took the ten-year-old girls back and put on them subjugating formations to welcome them as his elite maids. It was a turning point in the life of the young maids that could be defined as a stigma of belonging.

The formation meant that Michael had officially become their sole owner. The ideally trained maids always obeyed instructions, but orders were also in use just in case. However, formations usually had a symbolic meaning.

The king was delighted by the charming young maids. They were mind-blowingly beautiful, but above all, they amazed every fiber of his being with their skills, manners, behavior, devoted look and ideal character.

All these qualities made the girls an incredibly valuable a.s.set. Of course, the king could sell them for hundreds of millions of spheres to a wealthy family... However, he had never been motivated by money. King Michael decided to leave the orphans for himself.

The girls diligently served the king for two years.

Meanwhile, his male ego was always alert, because, with each pa.s.sing year, the young talents were getting even more physically attractive. He decided to give them time to grow as they were still very young. The king planned to make them high-raking courtesans.

One day, his best friend Bai gave him an incredibly valuable birthday gift. Michael felt obliged to return the favor. It so happened that his friend's birthday was only two weeks away. King Michael didn't have time to come up with anything better than to give Bai Anna and Dinah on the condition that the girls would become the superior maids in the Stone family. The king traditionally ordered them to obey their new masters.

Bai was happy to welcome the sisters to the family. He loved the girls as if they were his own. He had always appreciated devotion and obedience, as well as those who took care of the people dear to him.

Sometimes Bai noticed Yurich look weirdly at the girls. Given how the b.a.s.t.a.r.d treated his daughter, Bai worried about Anna and Dinah. He took the girls under his protection, which contributed to even closer ties between them.

In fact, Michael was no saint. Superior maids were required to stay virgins. When he took Bai's promise, the king didn't have to worry about their chast.i.ty. In the future, when the beauties would finally mature, he planned to give them an order to leave their second masters and return to him secretly.

Anna's and Dinah's gorgeous beauty was extremely rare. Like delicate roses that bloom under the gentle suns.h.i.+ne, they became more beautiful with each pa.s.sing year. They were exceptional even for high-ranking families, and their upbringing was top-notch! Michael's human nature could not give up this valuable resource. The girls were going to lighten up his old age. However, Vlada enslaved him soon afterwards... Alas, he didn't have a chance to live to the girls' coming to age. And today, he died at the hands of the Black Queen.

Dinah touched her forehead, tender like a magnolia petal, with her long snow-white fingers. Her first master was dead. His mark was gradually dissipating. The waves of sorrow and despair washed over the sisters. Now that the king was dead, Dinah and Anna had to serve the Stones till the end of their lives. Dinah's life flashed before her eyes from the past to the future. The flow of her thoughts focused on the hateful servant who had taken the precious flower of her innocence. The b.a.s.t.a.r.d messed with the wrong girl... His order to m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e on his image made her feel a dirty wh.o.r.e. Dinah wanted to kill the loathsome servant with her own hands. She hoped his death would restore her self-esteem and help her start a new life. Unfortunately, she felt too helpless and had to suppress this desire. She was left with no choice but to drag on a wretched existence as a secret s.e.x slave and wait for the boy to return after he became invincible. However, fate had mercy on her and gave her the long-awaited chance to take revenge! Dinah couldn't let it go.

«Where are you going, sister?» - Anna asked when she saw Dinah leaving the mansion.

Dinah didn't stop but replied coldly:

«I have to rid of some nasty trash.»

Anna frowned thoughtfully. What trash was she talking about? Too vague...

Dinah climbed onto a fast horse and headed for Boston. She had the necessary murder equipment in her ring. Dinah approached the matter with all responsibility. It had been only a month since Kyon left. The boy was unlikely to get any stronger. Now she was strong enough to kill the b.a.s.t.a.r.d herself. Dinah was not going to use help. It was a personal vendetta, and she had to exact it soon.

Dinah intended to know her enemy first and find a nice place to kill him. Talented people had always been in demand, he most likely had found a patron. The jerk must have caused a sensation. She should get the latest update from Boston and take it from there.

This time tomorrow, she would be in the city where her sworn enemy was currently residing. Dinah was thrilled at the thought of the imminent revenge, it made her heart beat faster. Before killing Kyon, she would see his pain, his face distorted with despair. He must get a taste of her suffering. A weak smile appeared on her lips for the first time in a long time. Tears of hope welled up in the eyes. She wanted to thank heaven for giving her this chance but did not dare. It came at a high price. The death of the late master should not please her.

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Kyon woke up on the big bed in his chambers completely naked. He took a sharp dagger and tried to cut his finger. As expected, he couldn't make a scratch. He couldn't cut his skin no matter how hard he tried. It was too strong to get hurt, but it had no recoil absorption. Any blow would fall on his bones and injure the internal organs. One punch in the chest of someone like Yegorka would turn his chest into a b.l.o.o.d.y mess. Carbon bones could solve this problem, but their creation would take more than a month and required a second degree of Synergy. Long time ago, when Kyon was in the mine, Martin discovered his key of the mind with the help of a suction formation. He could see it through x-ray gla.s.ses. It wouldn't work with carbon bones. The prospects were promising.

Carbon skin looks exactly like the real thing. It's even better than natural skin in some ways. It has an increased tactile sensitivity and elasticity, it's very soft, delicate and silky to the touch.

All in all, Kyon felt updated and refreshed. As a pleasant bonus, carbon skin would increase his s.e.xual satisfaction. But most importantly, his defense against any sharp weapons had reached a whole new level. He did not know exactly, though, how strong it had become. He had to test his limits.

Kyon picked up the ring that his servant had brought in yesterday and pulled out the Scourge. That's how he had named his sword. The name promised to justify itself in the future.

The two-handed Scourge weighed 50 kg (about 110 lb), but Kyon hardly felt it. The sword had practically no effect on his dexterity and speed. And small wonder. Kyon had already reached the 2nd phase. His body had evolved, and the energy was dense enough for this weight not to hamper his movements. Now each swing of the sword would be more powerful compared to a sword made of adamantium. His enemy wouldn't get away with some scratches.

In general, Kyon was pleased with his performance. In just a few days, he had reached the 2nd stage of the 2nd phase, mastered the superior grade of the earth element, created a marvelous sword, and also grown ultrstrong skin.

While his skin was being upgraded, Kyon could see all the events that took place in the central square via his birds. He was greatly surprised by Bai's speech when he crashed the Browns in the public eye and restored the honor of the Stone family. The old man hadn't lost his touch!

But the death of the king came as a bombsh.e.l.l. Unfortunately, Kyon couldn't make out the killer. He a.s.sumed it was the Black Queen, the most powerful and professional killer in Boston, as well as the head of the most dangerous criminal guild, the like of which the kingdom had not seen in its entire history. They dared to eliminate the king himself! The killers in this world seemed to be G.o.dlike figures who would scruple at nothing.

As for the client, Kyon had no doubt it was Queen Vlada. The enslaved king might have sounded too unnatural. That's why she had to take drastic steps. It was a planned and ruthless act. Apparently, cruelty and decisiveness weren't something the Queen lacked.

Today King Michael's funeral took place. The whole kingdom was mourning. Kyon the bird could see the Queen shedding her crocodile tears. He would describe her in three words: stunning busty beauty! Were all the supreme demons so good-looking? Well... Kara was for sure. And she wasn't even a succubus. What would imperial succubi, the embodiment of l.u.s.t and debauchery, look like?

On the day of the funeral, the heavens erupted in a downpour to mourn the death of the monarch.

Kyon was not going to waste time. He began to replenish the ranks of his feathered spies. He currently had only 25 items. It was too few. He needed at least a hundred, and preferably two. Kyon also thought of renting a shelter where they could be fed and cared for. He also decided to recruit more subordinates from the poor and the middle cla.s.s. Ideally, he would enslave everyone, but he didn't have enough Synergy and time to do this.

Late at night, Kyon had finished his day's work and was heading home. He was pa.s.sing a dark, deserted alley when he suddenly a chill curled his spine. Trusting his intuition, Kyon quickly jumped to the side. A throwing needle stuck in the place where he stood a moment ago.

Lovr took out his gun and aimed at the silhouette jumping from the roof. He was about to pull the trigger and shoot the unlucky killer in the knee to interrogate thoroughly later, but when he saw the attacker, Kyon stopped dead.

«Dinah?!»