"Yes! I like it, Master Aaron!"
The sound of flesh slapping together echoed in the room, accompanied by the creaking of the bed.
Screams of pleasure filled the air, and the scent of their act permeated the place.
"Take this, b*tch!" Aaron shouted, slamming his hips forward. The woman in front of him, on all fours, began to tremble. Her eyes rolled back, and her tongue lolled out. It lasted for a few seconds before she collapsed onto the bed.
Aaron stepped back, admiring his handiwork. Three women lay naked on his bed, all breathing heavily, clearly having been "satisfied."
He noticed one of them looking at him with pleading eyes. Licking his lips, he walked over to the bedside table and picked up a pink marble. He admired it for a moment. "One more round won't hurt."
The pink marble enhanced his stamina and also served as a contraceptive. It was a new invention from the Alchemy House and quite expensive, but with his wealth, he could afford thousands of them.
"Just wait, b*tch, I'm gonna f*ck your brains out," Aaron Callum said with a smirk. The women on his bed were his maids, hired specifically for this purpose.
As he was about to take another pink marble, a knock came at the door, interrupting their next round.
"F*ck! What?!" Aaron shouted, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. He stormed toward the door.
Meanwhile, the women on the bed exchanged relieved glances. It was exhausting pretending to enjoy his small tool, but it was their job. They had to act like they felt immense pleasure, even though all they really felt was the slamming of his hips.
They had even mastered the art of making their bodies tremble and their eyes roll back just to boost his ego.
Aaron opened the door to find a man in a simple hanfu robe, head lowered.
"My apologies for interrupting, Master Aaron," the man said. "But Miss Yer has requested your presence on an urgent matter."
"Yer? That damn sister of mine," Aaron scowled. "She's probably just bringing more trouble. Tell her to scram and stop bothering me, or do you want me to make you disappear?"
"Spare me, Master Aaron!" The man hurriedly dropped to his knees, banging his head against the floor. "But Miss Yer knew you'd say that and insisted she won't leave without seeing you. She also said it concerns the family."
Aaron glared at the man, then glanced at the women behind him before letting out a sigh.
"Wait a minute," he muttered. After quickly changing his clothes, he returned to the door. "Let's go! This better be worth my time, or I'll kill you!"
The man shivered, but he was only doing his job. Under Aaron's rule, his fate would be sealed if he angered the head of the Callum family.
They arrived at the main hall, where three individuals were waiting.
"What is it?" Aaron asked coldly, addressing his sister.
Miss Yer had blonde hair and blue eyes. Her face was caked in makeup, making her already round face appear even more bloated.
She had once been a beauty, but after years of heavy cosmetic use, her looks had deteriorated. Aaron couldn't stand the sight of what used to be his pretty sister, now looking so ugly he just wanted to punch her in the face.
"Brother! You're finally here!" Miss Yer shouted, her face made even uglier by the snot and tears.
"Just tell me why you're here and don't waste my time," Aaron said, showing no concern for their blood relation. Beside Miss Yer stood a young man, his face wrapped entirely in bandages, and a middle-aged man supporting him.
"Look at your nephew!" Miss Yer pointed at her son, who was being propped up by her husband. "Someone did this to him inside the Great Serpent School! Help us bring justice for my baby Mahika!"
Aaron finally looked at the young man covered in bandages. He knew his nephew—an annoying, dumb, untalented fool. Seeing Mahika in this state didn't stir any emotions in him, except frustration. "Is this all the reason you came here? It's none of my business if this pig-brain couldn't even defend himself."
"Brother! He's still your nephew!" Miss Yer shouted, her face turning red with anger.
"I don't care about the untalented," Aaron Callum said coldly. "If that's all, you should leave."
"Wait, no!" Miss Yer quickly pulled out a scroll from under her blouse. "Lily sent this for you. Please, help us avenge Mahika."
Hearing his daughter's name, Aaron snatched the scroll, ignoring Yer's pleas.
He immediately recognized Lily's handwriting and realized this wasn't just a trick to get his attention.
Aaron began reading and quickly understood the situation.
It had occurred three hours ago. Lily admitted to using her cousin to test the strength of the Personal Disciple, though Mahika had been the one insisting. Nevertheless, she had promised to help him avoid punishment, but things had backfired.
Lily was requesting her father's help in investigating the Personal Disciple who had put Mahika in this state—not for Mahika's sake, but because she needed help for her own reasons.
After finishing the letter, Aaron handed it to the man who had accompanied him. "Burn it."
The man nodded, and with a flick of his hand, the scroll turned to ashes.
Personal Disciple… Aaron thought. He knew it was a significant position, one that Lily had been eyeing for years. And now someone had claimed it before her. Aaron understood his daughter well—she wouldn't back down without a fight, whether through force or underhanded methods.
Without another word, he turned and began walking away.
"Brother, aren't you going to help us?!" Miss Yer asked, panicking.
"No," Aaron Callum answered firmly. His daughter was far more important to him than they were.
"B-but my son! His face is unrecognizable! It's a stain on our family!" Miss Yer pleaded. "What will people think if they find out we're a family they can bully so easily?!"
Aaron stopped in his tracks. He glanced at his sister, then at his nephew. "Then I'll just remove the stain."
Miss Yer's eyes widened as she realized what he meant. She knew her brother too well. He was ruthless, both inside and outside the family. Before she could say anything, the sound of flesh tearing filled the room.
Miss Yer turned toward the sound and saw her son's limp head hanging to the side, a gaping wound in his chest. Blood sprayed onto the floor.
The man beside Aaron lowered his hand.
"There, no more stain," Aaron smirked as Miss Yer's painful scream echoed through the hall.