Asmodeus System: Stealing My Bully's Mother

​Inside the soundproof isolation room, Kaelia von Ashford’s breathing was ragged and entirely out of her control.

​She was still crawling on the freezing obsidian floor. Her body trembled violently, crushed under the suffocating weight of the Lust Domain Ethan was emitting at maximum capacity.

​Yet, what truly shredded the last remnants of Kaelia’s sanity wasn’t the demonic pheromones. It was the existence of Isolde von Rosenberg, kneeling with obscene elegance right beside Ethan’s thigh.

​The most majestic woman in the academy looked down at Kaelia with a faint smile. A smile that radiated absolute dominance layered with degrading pity.

​”Come here, Kaelia,” Isolde beckoned. Her voice was as smooth as silk, yet laden with an authority that was impossible to defy.

​Kaelia tried to resist. She bit her lower lip until she tasted the metallic tang of blood. She desperately tried to summon the dregs of her golden flames, just enough to fight back or flee.

​Unfortunately, the sweet pheromones poisoning her lungs had entirely hijacked her mana circuit. Her muscles rejected her brain’s commands, instinctively responding to the Archmage’s call instead.

​With movements utterly humiliating for a Duke’s heir, Kaelia crawled forward. Inch by agonizing inch.

​Until finally, she collapsed right at the tips of Ethan’s boots and Isolde’s knees. Tears of absolute frustration and despair spilled down her cheeks.

​Ethan let go of Kaelia’s jaw. He allowed Isolde to take over the role of guiding their new servant.

​The ice Archmage reached out with her pale hand. She stroked Kaelia’s messy red hair, then gently caressed the girl’s cheek.

​Isolde’s touch felt as cold as ice. Yet inexplicably, it sent a bizarre wave of comfort through Kaelia’s feverish, lust-consumed body.

​”Leave your Ashford pride outside that door, sweet child,” Isolde whispered. She leaned down until her lips nearly brushed against Kaelia’s earlobe.

​”In this room, your title, your family name, and your power mean absolutely nothing. In here... we are merely servants who live to please our one and only Master.”

​Isolde smiled gently. ”Understand that... and the agony of your shattered ego will be replaced by a transcendent euphoria you will never receive from any other man.”

​”I-I... no... I can’t...” Kaelia sobbed hoarsely. Her chest heaved wildly.

​”Tch. Yes, you can,” Ethan cut in, his baritone rumbling low and absolute.

​He leaned forward, grabbing Kaelia’s chin once more and forcing her to look up. ”Or... would you prefer I send the report of your failure to your father tonight?”

​That threat, combined with the crimson gaze stripping her soul bare, acted as the final sledgehammer. Kaelia’s defensive walls were pulverized into dust.

​The Fire Queen squeezed her eyes shut. A long, despairing moan tore from her throat.

​She surrendered. Kaelia bowed her head, resting her tear-stained cheek against Ethan’s thigh.

​”P-please... don’t tell Father... I... I’ll do whatever you command...” Kaelia whispered weakly. Her voice was nearly swallowed by her own sobs.

​A flawless, demonic smirk blossomed on Ethan’s face. ”Good girl.”

​That night, the VIP Underground Dungeon served as the silent witness to the taming of the most savage fire element in the entire academy.

​Guided by Isolde’s sensual instructions—continuously whispering the proper ways to serve—Kaelia was forced to shed her remaining dignity. Her fear and humiliation were slowly melted away by the waves of Sin Mana Ethan channeled through every touch.

​When Ethan finally united himself with the Ashford heir, Kaelia’s piercing scream echoed, bouncing off the obsidian walls.

​This wasn’t merely a physical union. It was a magical invasion.

​Ethan’s Rank C Sin Mana brutally infiltrated Kaelia’s lower mana core—the very epicenter where her fire element resided. The violent collision between her pure flames and his dark energy caused Kaelia’s back to arch sharply.

​”A-Ahhh! I-it’s hot! My mana... my mana is burning!” Kaelia shrieked. Her nails dug into Ethan’s arms until her knuckles turned white.

​”Take it all, Kaelia,” Ethan whispered. He relentlessly dominated the girl, pumping his demonic energy deeper and deeper.

​Under that absolute contamination, the golden flames that had always been the hallmark of the Ashford family began to mutate. The color darkened, shifting into a deep, visceral red resembling fresh blood.

​Crimson Sin Fire. A mutated flame that now carried a curse capable of burning through an opponent’s magical defenses.

​Simultaneously with the mutation, system notifications flickered across Ethan’s retinas.

​[PHYSICAL & MENTAL SUBJUGATION PROGRESS REACHED: 80%]

[Target: Kaelia von Ashford]

[Elemental Mutation Successful. The Target is now bound to the Host’s Sin Mana.]

[Implanting Seal of Ownership (Lust Brand)...]

​On the skin of Kaelia’s lower abdomen, right above her womb, black magical lines were forcibly etched. The lines sprawled wildly, drawing an incredibly detailed black fire-rose.

​The seal pulsed hotly, synchronizing with the breathing and arousal of the Fire Queen.

​Feeling the sting on her stomach, Kaelia looked down, panting. The moment her eyes caught the black fire-rose tattoo, her tears fell anew.

​She had been permanently branded like a pet.

​”T-this mark... my Father will kill me if he sees this...” Kaelia sobbed, sheer terror creeping back into her heart.

​Ethan grabbed the girl’s jaw. He kissed her deeply and roughly before answering.

​”The seal will only appear when I will it to. Or... when you crave my touch, Fire Queen,” Ethan whispered. ”Outside this room, your skin will remain flawless, without a single blemish. No magical detector in the world can trace it.”

​Kaelia froze. A massive wave of relief washed away her terror.

​Mixed with the intoxicating addiction of the Sin Mana still churning within her core, Kaelia lost all words. She could only wrap her arms tighter around Ethan’s neck, drowning herself in a sin she could no longer escape.

​Beside them, Isolde watched the scene with ragged breaths and flushed cheeks. The black rose tattoo on the Duchess’s back pulsed warmly, feeling a tremendous, twisted satisfaction at seeing the Ashford family’s ego shattered by her Master’s hands.

​Nearing dawn, Kaelia sneaked back into her room at the Student Council Dormitory.

​Every joint in her body felt pulverized, as if she had been trampled by a mountain dragon. Her legs trembled with every step. Yet strangely, her mind felt incredibly light.

​The paralyzing fear of her father’s pressure had faded into the background. It was replaced entirely by the phantom image of Ethan’s face and the lingering sensation of his touch burning in her mind.

​The moment she reached her room, Kaelia dragged her feet to her desk. The demonic pheromones still clung heavily to her clothes.

​Biting her lower lip to suppress the flutter in her stomach, she grabbed a magical messenger owl. She tied the scroll containing Isolde’s forged report to the bird’s leg.

​”Go. Take this to Father,” Kaelia whispered.

​The owl flapped its wings, darting out into the morning mist. Kaelia watched it leave from her window.

​The fire-rose seal on her lower abdomen slowly faded, sinking beneath her skin until it vanished completely, leaving her skin looking as if it had never been marked.

​What... what have I done... Kaelia thought. She touched her now-flawless stomach.

​She wept in silence. Yet ironically, she knew full well—if Ethan were to summon her again tonight... she would run back to that dungeon without a second of hesitation.

​At noon, in the Royal Capital.

​Inside a sprawling office adorned with dozens of heirloom swords, Duke von Ashford broke the wax seal on Kaelia’s parchment. The middle-aged man, with fading red hair and a jagged scar across his face, narrowed his eyes.

​The Duke’s sharp gaze analyzed every line of the lie meticulously crafted by Isolde von Rosenberg.

​”Hmph. A Late Awakening? Artifact manipulation via the Ice Rose Ring?” the Duke murmured, leaning back into his grand chair.

​He twisted the ruby ring on his finger as his political mind digested the information. The report made perfect sense.

​A delayed mana awakening triggered by an artifact of the Ice Rose Ring’s caliber wasn’t impossible. The fact that Isolde had orchestrated the whole thing as a secret experiment to protect her position while the Headmaster was away made the puzzle fit perfectly.

​”So the Valen boy is merely Isolde’s lab rat,” Duke Ashford scoffed. He tossed the parchment onto his desk. ”Kaelia managed to snatch this council-level report without getting caught. At least the girl is still useful.”

​The Duke pressed a communication crystal to summon his shadow knight commander.

​”Pull the scouting troops back from the academy’s borders. Do not touch the Valen boy. Assassinating him now will only give the Rosenberg family an excuse to attack us under the pretext of murdering the tournament’s hero.”

​With a single forged report—a masterpiece crafted by two demonic minds—the Ashford family had been entirely blinded.

​Morning at Zenithar Academy was supposed to be a quiet period of post-tournament recovery. However, that false peace was abruptly shattered into pieces.

​The exact moment the main gates opened, the temperature in the courtyard plummeted drastically. A gust of wind carrying shards of snow swept through the trees, making the gate guards shiver violently.

​From behind the thick morning fog, a colossal carriage emerged.

​The carriage was drawn by four Ice Direwolves—wolves the size of warhorses with glowing blue eyes. On the side of the carriage, the emblem of a sword entangled by an ice rose was displayed proudly.

​The absolute crest of the Duke von Rosenberg family.

​The carriage halted right in the Main Tower’s courtyard. Instructors and academy council members, including Head Instructor Vane, frantically rushed out to welcome it, their faces pale with dread.

​The carriage door opened. A man stepped down.

​Duke Alaric von Rosenberg.

​A behemoth of a man wearing a thick white bear-fur cloak. His face was as hard as carved glacial ice, his beard dotted with frost crystals.

​His pale blue eyes radiated a killing intent so absolute that several students nearby collapsed, gasping for air. The Duke had heard the news of his son’s shattered mana circuit. He had come to mount the culprit’s head on a pike.

​From the main doorway, Isolde stepped out.

​The Duchess wore an incredibly conservative formal gown. Her face had been perfectly tuned into an expression of pale, sorrowful grief. The flawless mask of a mother devastated by her son’s tragedy.

​”M-my husband...” Isolde called out. Her voice was masterfully crafted to tremble as she walked forward to greet Alaric.

​Duke Alaric looked at his wife, his jaw clenched tight. ”Where is Kurt? And where is the F-Caste bastard who dared to lay a hand on my heir?”

​His voice was terrifyingly deep, booming through the air like a crack of winter thunder.

​”I will show you the way, my husband,” Isolde replied softly. she bowed her head in the gesture of a submissive, obedient wife.

​Yet, hidden beneath her bowed face, there wasn’t a single drop of tears for her husband or her son. There was only a freezing, dead emptiness.

​While the tension peaked in the main courtyard, up on a third-floor corridor balcony directly overlooking the scene, Ethan Valen stood leaning against a stone pillar.

​The freezing wind from the Duke’s aura brushed against his face. But Ethan didn’t flinch, merely crossing his arms casually over his chest.

​His eyes, reflecting a crimson brilliance, glared down at Duke Alaric from high above. An incredibly cruel smile—the absolute smirk of a Demon Lord—slowly crept onto his lips.

​So that’s the arrogant old man who thinks he rules half the kingdom, Ethan thought.

​He glanced at Isolde, who was currently holding the Duke’s arm. Through the invisible connection of the black rose tattoo on her back, Ethan could feel the wave of Isolde’s absolute loyalty buzzing, eagerly awaiting his command.

​The Asmodeus System chimed softly in his head.

​[Potential Target Detected: Duke Alaric von Rosenberg (Rank S - Master Knight)]

[Alert: The Annihilation Phase of the Rosenberg Faction has begun.]