Everything will be my way!

Chapter 51

After Kyon told Dinah that the thief of her lingerie was no other but master Jean, she was growing restless. All her insides kept twisting and turning from the mere thought that some pervert had set up a risky and reckless plan to get to her favorite lacy panties and… Her mind refused to imagine what happened next. It was too disgusting. A middle-aged man! A respected master, after all!

Dinah could be a cold-blooded assassin, but different laws came into effect when her honor was concerned.

For some reason, she believed Kyon’s words, and yet, she was in no hurry to run out to Jean screaming, “I know everything!” She had to gather real evidence first. The next day, she put on her black clothes and a black mask and resolutely went to Jean’s mansion.

The master’s house was significantly inferior in luxury and size to Juno’s. The guards were average, the walls were low, the barriers were non-existent. Apparently, Jean didn’t need them. There was no one to defend except him. Dinah slipped by the guard unnoticed, then she imperceptibly passed a few servants. The hiding technique of a C rank made her invisible. She could be seen only from a close distance, and only a little bit.

Dinah had thoroughly studied the internal structure of the house. She found out where Jean slept and waited until he went somewhere he was supposed to be to get inside his bedroom. Her observant eyes scanned all the furniture. Her precious lingerie was nowhere to be seen.

{Perhaps, he has it in the spatial ring.} – With this thought, Dinah took out a transparent little stone with a cloudy trigram floating inside. The formation recorded the rays of light, converted them into an image and saved it. Simply put, it was a kind of camcorder.

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Dinah put the transparent stone on the top shelf of the bookcase so that it was hardly seen. She looked meticulously around once again. Nothing could possibly betray her presence. The next moment, she wasn’t there anymore. It wasn’t the most legitimate way to find out the information, but she couldn’t interrogate the master personally. What if he was not guilty at all? In that case, she was in big trouble.

The next day, Dinah got secretly into the mansion, took the visual formation and walked off unnoticed again.

Back to her room in Juno’s mansion, Dinah ignored Anna’s grumbling for not doing her job. She took out the transparent stone and infused it with energy. The light streamed from the inside like a “spotlight” and got reflected in a bright image on the wall.

The moving picture depicted Jean’s room.

Dinah changed the flow of energy and played forward the scene. She saw Jean return to his room, straighten his shoulders, stretch his back and neck, do the splits and some exercises. He was a good master who practiced even when he was at home.

Dinah was annoyed. She must have been mistaken. The boy had tricked her! Come on, the respected master couldn’t do any dirty things. She wanted to turn off the projection, feeling a pang of regret for her unceremonious intrusion into the honest man’s private life when something in his face caught her attention. His eyes were glittering, a crazy smile was wandering on his lips. He behaved like a lunatic, just out of the looney bin.

Dinah froze when the “video image” showed her a succession of horrible pictures: Jean pulling his pants off and revealing to the whole world what he had been hiding underneath – the black lacy panties stretched on his decrepit bottom. They nearly burst at the seams from… from… Dinah screamed and covered her mouth with her hand when Jean laid his hand on his protruding package and got down to his wild, dark, lustful business, purring with thrill. Judging by the image, it was giving him enormous pleasure. Even if the formation did not make a sound, Dinah could hear his hoarse breathing and animal groans as if he were standing near her.

Dinah was speechless. She lost the ability to think and move. The latter was not completely lost as her body was trembling uncontrollably. All the color had come out of her face. Pulsating blood was pounding in her head. All her insides turned upside down. Her soul seemed to have abandoned her body, leaving behind ringing emptiness in a lifeless shell. A bitter lump had risen in her throat and refused to fall back into the stomach. Her thoughts were tolling with awareness like a funeral bell. The master was using her lingerie for a dirty, disgusting, icky satisfaction of his lust. Dinah’s dignity of the patriarch’s superior maid had been crushed, crumpled and thrown into the cesspool like some trash.

The room began to spin. Everything went dark. Dinah fell on the bed with a low moan, sinking into a life-saving coma. But even there, she kept having the terrible nightmare that made her thrash around in delirium. She had always been distinguished by her incredible endurance and willpower, her ruthlessness and composure, but her psychological defense failed when her most vulnerable point, her dignity, had been hurt.

Dinah woke up an hour later in a cold sweat. She was shaking with her whole body in a terrible chill and fever. The mere thought of what had happened got the wind knocked out of her. Her mental state was unstable.

She was having a paranoid delusion all day that got better only in the morning.

Anna regularly changed the wet towel on Dinah’s forehead and gave her something to drink. What could have brought her sister to this state? Dinah had always been so strong and down to earth.

There were signs of improvement by the next afternoon. Dinah could think of the recording without shuddering. Her mind was gradually accepting what had happened to her, assuring her that underwear was just a piece of cloth, nothing more. The master was not worth her suffering.

Slowly but surely, an unprecedented rage was rising in her heart. As Dinah’s body was getting stronger, her mind started working in overload mode. She was driven by hatred and a dark desire for revenge. Dinah was getting stronger and more resilient to everything connected with the humiliation of her dignity.

Her eyes were burning with icy fire. Her always cold nature was now bone-chilling frosty. Dinah emanated a desire to kill with particular cruelty. Anyone who approached her closer than two meters stood still under the influence of a vague feeling of anxiety and fear.

She splashed her face with icy-cold water and got dressed in her black assassin uniform that wrapped up her slender body. After that, she went straight to the hospital. Dinah came up with the revenge plan long ago. She had enough time lying in bed like a dying swan. Jean’s death wasn’t enough for her. She wanted to wash the bastard in his own blood and humiliation. No one could know that the underwear once belonged to her. Dinah would never survive the shame. Everything should stay between her and the pervert who was going to die.

She had taken a dose of evilball sufficient to sterilize an elephant and left the hospital unnoticed. From now on, she was going to add some evilball to Jean’s food, and when he got desperate, she would graciously take his life. Or not so graciously.

…

Ten days had passed since Kyon was “killed.”

He did not waste any time. Healing his body was not his only concern. Kyon got rid of the ugly mark on his forehead. Now he didn’t have to brush down his hair. Nobody would recognize him as a slave.

He had reached the 2nd stage of the base phase, which strengthened his body and evolved his soul. His Synergy had slightly increased. Kyon was right thinking that Synergy evolution would increase along with his soul. Many days of training, even without any special movements, helped him acquire the basic grade of energy! There was a pop in his soul at a certain point, and all the knowledge about the element became extremely clear and obvious. It got imprinted in his soul as if Kyon had really reached enlightenment. Using the element had become as easy as moving his hand… At least, the one that was not broken.

He learned a lot, experimenting with his new skills.

The formless colorless energy flew free through his body, penetrating his bones and organs making them stronger (while staying inside.) Above all, it accelerated his recovery and efficiency of all the processes in his body. Hearing, vision, brain function, removal of poison and toxins – all this could be done and improved with pure energy.

He could release pure energy during the attack or focus it on protection. It enhanced any blow many times. Inertia didn’t matter anymore. The only thing that counted was the amount of energy in the blow. That is why Juno could beat him so easily, even with her tiny fists. The pure energy had increased his movements, but Kyon had yet to find how much. He couldn’t move so he had no chance to find it out. The energy could press on his opponents and scan the battlefield. However, this feature was rather meaningless at his level. He could hardly scan the environment even a couple of steps away. In the future, this skill would be more accurate and useful.

When the whole courtyard plunged into the darkness, Kyon decided he had enough of lying under the bush. With shaking hands, he raised himself up, pulled up his knee… With some effort, he pushed off the grass and stood up to his full height. The ground began to spin, Kyon staggered but kept his balance. A step, one more, and another one… Chin up! It was time to stop playing the role of the feeble slave, a toy in the hands of fate and Juno. His eyes were burning with life and the desire to get revenge for what she had done to him, for the hell that she had brought to him. Even slaves were entitled to food, water, and shelter. And she had deprived him of all that. She beat him to the pulp every day, forced him to knock out his own teeth. Juno felt no pity for him. Finally, she “killed” him altogether. Even the girls in the guise of an angel wouldn’t get away with it.

He needed a new plan. The slave who was considered dead turned out to be alive.