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Emma knelt at James's feet, her body trembling slightly, hands pressed against the ground, forehead bowed low like a devout worshiper paying homage to a deity. Her voice was soft and quivering, filled with reverence and loyalty. "Master, next week is the school's anniversary celebration. It will be an excellent opportunity to dominate all the faculty and students." Each word she spoke was measured, as if fearing that even a hint of disrespect might anger her master. She understood well that the man before her was no ordinary person but an unmatched sovereign wielding the power of the Blood Moon, even controlling her very soul.
James looked down at her coldly, a smirk of disdain curling at the corners of his mouth. He narrowed his eyes, his gaze carrying a certain restrained cruelty and mockery. Suddenly, he lifted his foot and kicked Emma hard in the chest. Her unprotected body was sent sprawling backward, crashing heavily onto the floor, pain shooting through her chest. Yet she did not cry out; instead, a look of rapturous delight crossed her face. To her, this was not humiliation but a gift from her master—a way to feel more profoundly her own insignificance and humility.
James stepped closer to her, looking down from his elevated position with an expression of contempt and coldness. "Do you think your loyalty holds any value?" he asked in a low voice, icy and laced with a hint of threat, as if his words concealed an irresistible power. "You are merely one of my many pawns; I can discard you whenever I wish." His words were merciless and cruel, devoid of warmth, as if she were nothing more than a stone beneath his feet.
Hearing this, Emma revealed no fear or resistance; instead, she curled up submissively, pressing her forehead back against the floor as if to express her loyalty more deeply. Her voice trembled yet remained respectful. "Master, your words are my command; the only meaning of my existence is to obey you." Her tone brimmed with fervent adoration for him, her eyes reflecting no doubt or unease—only unconditional submission.
James scoffed softly, a malicious smile creeping across his face. He bent down and seized her hair roughly, yanking her head up to force their gazes to meet. Emma let out a pained groan, but her eyes sparkled with fervent worship and compliance as if the pain only deepened her infatuation with him. His fingers tightened around her hair, strands entwined in his grip as a glint of malice flickered in his eyes, his smile cruel.
"You say the anniversary is the best time to dominate the entire school?" James asked coldly, his gaze playful as if testing her loyalty and judgment. Emma nodded through the pain, her voice trembling yet resolute. "Yes, Master. On that day, all faculty and students will gather together; it is our moment to showcase the power of the Blood Moon... to make them understand who their true sovereign is."
A satisfied smile spread across James's face as he released her hair, allowing her to slump back helplessly onto the floor. Without mercy, he lifted his foot and pressed it firmly against her cheek. Emma's face was crushed against the cold floor beneath him; she felt the roughness and chill of his sole pressing down on her. Breathing became difficult for her, yet she wore an expression of relief as if this torment was not suffering but rather an indulgence. The corners of her mouth turned upward slightly; madness sparkled in her eyes—each moment under his foot only deepening her loyalty.
"You are such a detestable slave... yet there are merits," James mocked coldly, his tone dripping with disdain. He pressed down harder on her cheek as if intending to crush her completely. "You speak endlessly of loyalty, but what I need is action. Are those loyal followers ready?"
With great effort, Emma lifted her eyes toward him; her tone was filled with fervor and satisfaction as if being trampled was precisely what she desired. "Yes, Master... they are all prepared to give everything for you. On the day of the anniversary celebration, they will act under your command so that all faculty and students witness the arrival of the Blood Moon and behold your supreme power." Her voice trembled slightly but was more filled with an unusual satisfaction—as if reporting plans to her master brought immense glory.
James laughed heartily in response—a deep and arrogant sound echoing in the room. He shifted his foot slightly before finally lifting it off Emma's face to look down at her bruised and disheveled appearance with satisfaction. For him, Emma's absolute loyalty and frenzied adoration were exactly what he needed; these unconditional followers would become extensions of his power—tools for him to dominate not just the school but even broader realms.
"Very well, Emma," he said in a low and icy voice like an unyielding judgment. "Go tell them that on the day of the anniversary will be our grandest moment—let everyone witness the power of the Blood Moon and see their new sovereign." A wicked smile played at his lips as his eyes gleamed with arrogance and expectation for what lay ahead. For him, this was just the beginning; when he truly stood atop his peak, the entire world would be shrouded in the shadow of the Blood Moon—no one would be able to resist his power.
James stood bare before the towering window, tilting his head slightly upward to let the cold moonlight wash over him. He closed his eyes and felt that silvery glow seep through the glass into his skin—as if moonlight itself were an endless source of power flowing into him continuously. This moonlight carried a mysterious yet deadly allure that filled him with strength as if he could sense that the entire world lay submissively at his feet. A faint smile curled at his lips; he exuded satisfaction and pride—at this moment, he embodied darkness and power itself.
The room was filled with a rich fragrance, a blend of feminine allure and the decadent essence of the night, mingling with the scent of sweat and desire, thickening the air into something heavy and intoxicating. This aroma acted as an invisible temptation, wrapping around him, drawing him deeper into its embrace. James quietly reveled in it all, as if this atmosphere of depravity was an extension of the power he sought, reinforcing his belief in his own invincibility.
At his feet knelt several young female college students, completely bare. Their eyes were filled with obsession and longing as they reached out delicate fingers, gripping tightly onto James's legs, as if irresistibly drawn by some mysterious force. Their cheeks flushed, lips trembling slightly, they radiated an uncontainable yearning and reverence, as if the man before them was not merely mortal but a deity endowed with supreme power, a master they were compelled to worship. Their fingers caressed his legs gently, their movements tender and reverent, their eyes brimming with unconditional submission and fascination.
James looked down at the girls kneeling at his feet, a cold smile curling at the corners of his mouth. He could feel their adoration and infatuation for him; that irresistible allure only deepened his satisfaction. To him, these women were nothing more than puppets, pieces on a chessboard for his amusement and control. Their current submission only served to further affirm his strength and dominion, as if all this devotion was rightfully his.
"Your desires will be fulfilled..." James murmured softly, his tone laced with endless coldness and confidence. "As long as you remain loyal, as long as you offer everything to me." His voice was like a chilling whisper that echoed throughout every corner of the room, carrying an irresistible command and seduction.
The girls bowed their heads, expressions of rapture gracing their faces as they responded with trembling voices filled with devotion and awe: "We are willing, Master... We are willing to give you everything." Their voices were like gentle murmurs under the moonlight, strikingly melodious, imbued with boundless worship and longing, as if each word proclaimed their loyalty and infatuation.
James lowered his head slightly, smirking coldly as he savored this revelry of submission that belonged solely to him. The moonlight continued to cascade over him, as if an invisible force seeped from the night into his very bones, deeply imprinting his will upon these young and helpless souls.
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