Taming SSR And UR RANK Superwomen-Chapter 65 — Dominion, Jealousy, and the Ambition of Absolute Power

Chapter 65: Chapter 65 — Dominion, Jealousy, and the Ambition of Absolute Power

Thomas was sitting on the steps in front of the mansion’s main entrance. He had come out completely exhausted after being pushed beyond his limit. Even though nearly half an hour had passed since he was able to rest, his body was recovering slowly.

Now he smelled clean, and his white hair was still damp, since the three of them had taken a shower after sex. Because Freja had torn his clothes, he was wearing something looser than his usual size.

Ashley finally stepped out of the mansion, letting out a sigh of relief as she brushed her long black hair.

"In the end, I missed a class, but I feel so good. My mood improved a lot. That aphrodisiac is really dangerous—I’ve never been in a threesome before."

Thomas rubbed the back of his neck and replied without looking at her:

"I’m sorry I made you miss a class."

"I’ll always help you, we’re best friends."

Freja came out behind her, stretching her arms upward. Her cheeks were flushed with happiness.

"I feel amazing! Today was an excellent day! Since I tore my clothes, I borrowed this from the huge wardrobe. It’s a nice black dress."

Ashley lifted herself off the ground and floated slightly in front of them as she spoke:

"I’m heading to the university now. With Catherine subdued, you two can take care of the rest," she looked at Freja and waved her hand with a smile. "We’ll talk more another time."

Freja returned the gesture, closing her eyes. Ashley rose higher into the air, and before leaving, she said:

"Thomas."

He looked up.

"Don’t get yourself into trouble with women outside of your heroines."

"What do you mean?"

"I know you perfectly," she said with a sigh. "Trying to stop you from sleeping with women is impossible, so it doesn’t bother me as long as they’re only your heroines."

She paused, opened her eyes, and looked at him indifferently.

"But I want you to inform me about everything. I don’t want to find out you slept with someone without telling me—that would bother me. And I’ll emphasize that you’re forbidden from having sex with women who aren’t yours."

Thomas straightened his back and replied:

"Why should I let you order me around? What are you, my mother?"

"I’m your favorite. You promised me that. And as your favorite, I want you to fulfill my request. If you want to sleep with a woman, you make her your slave first and tell me you’re going to have sex with her. Otherwise, I’ll kill her."

"You’ll kill her?" he asked with a mocking smile.

"Yes. I’ll kill her," she answered flatly, without hesitation.

Her seriousness, both in her expression and her tone, made Thomas feel slightly intimidated. In a world where women ruled and chose their partners, those words were not to be taken lightly.

’Considering how possessive she was two years ago, I wouldn’t be surprised if some traces remained in her personality.’

From where he sat, Ashley floated like an all-powerful goddess.

’A threat from a true triple SSS-ranked UR yandere.’

Freja hugged Thomas from behind, resting her chin against his shoulder.

"Then you should know something. As soon as you leave... I’ll sleep with Thomas. I’m going to suck him slowly, deeply, and pleasurably."

"Just don’t fall in love with him, his heart belongs to me," she threatened.

"Maybe I want to steal it," Freja replied with a lustful look and a smile.

Ashley smiled elegantly, but her gaze turned cold. The shadow of her hair partially covered her eyes.

"If you try... I’ll kill you, Freja." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Freja smiled playfully, leaned toward Thomas, and licked his neck.

"I’m so scared..."

Ashley sighed, then flew off toward the university. Thomas watched the sky for a few seconds, seeing her imposing figure move away. For a moment, he smiled.

’She’s somewhat similar to Belle. Without a doubt, her future is glorious,’ he exhaled calmly while Freja maintained her position. ’My life... is starting to get much better.’

◇◆◇

Seraphine stepped outside with slow, deliberate movements. Her cold, indifferent, and disinterested aura drew attention as her boots touched the ground.

"How do you feel, Sera?" Thomas asked.

"Very relieved. This time I feel very good," she declared, closing her eyes and placing a hand over her heart. Then she looked at him with a smile hidden behind her mask and said, "Thank you, Master."

She said it without dramatics, without embellishment. Just those two words, but coming from her, Thomas knew they carried more weight than they seemed.

"Think of it as a reward. You’ve helped me a lot these past few days. It was the least I could do."

Seraphine nodded once and looked forward again, as if the matter was completely settled for her. Thomas observed her serene and mysterious profile at the same time.

"What will you do with Catherine?" he asked.

Seraphine took a few seconds before answering.

"I’ll use her a lot as stress relief. I want to humiliate her as much as she did to me. But don’t worry, Master, I won’t do anything that puts her in danger. Even..."

She turned slightly and looked at the massive mansion.

"Maybe it will become my home from now on. After all, she’s my subordinate, right? I can make whatever decision I want."

Thomas looked forward again and commented in a low voice:

"I’ll turn a blind eye as long as you don’t compromise my name."

"It will be."

Freja, for her part, joined the conversation:

"I want my reward too."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes." Freja looked at him directly, with that expression of hers that mixed playfulness with something genuinely serious. "I want you to use your power on the women who have hurt me. Turn them into your slaves. Order them to obey me in everything and make it so they can’t complain when I torture them."

Thomas looked at her in silence for a moment.

"That sounds... very terrifying, Freja."

"That’s because you haven’t been there to see how they’ve treated me for years. You yourself felt empathy for Seraphine when you saw how they treated her. If you had been present for what they did to me, you wouldn’t hesitate."

Thomas didn’t respond to that; he didn’t have much to say. He stayed there processing the request, his gaze lost for a moment, weighing variables, when Seraphine’s voice interrupted him from his left.

"Why don’t you look for rich women?"

"What?" Thomas muttered.

Seraphine kept looking forward, arms crossed, with the same tone as always, as if she were commenting on the weather.

"You could build a network. Enslave women with money, influence, and businesses. Put them in charge of managing everything. Have them only bring you what’s important along with the profits. We could supervise—you wouldn’t have to dirty your hands with the details, just give orders from above. Status, power, and money, without real effort."

Thomas looked at her—really looked this time, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"Seraphine."

"Master?"

"You’re very quiet."

"Yes."

"And very calm."

"Also."

"How is it possible that you have such a disturbing mind?"

She finally looked at him, with that absolute calm that sometimes felt more unsettling than any aggressive expression.

"I’m just telling you what I would do if I had your power. I’d become the absolute boss of an impeccable trade network. No one could go against my orders, so there would be no real danger. I’d work from anonymity. No one would know who pulls the strings. And my closest ones? I’d order them so they can’t see my face or talk about me at all."

Freja let out a low whistle, impressed. Thomas rubbed the back of his neck.

"The problem," he said, "is that Evelyne would be completely against something like that. She’d refuse."

Seraphine looked at him steadily.

"And why do you care what she feels?"

Thomas opened his mouth. Closed it. Swallowed, remaining silent.

"They’re forced to obey," Seraphine continued, with the same calm she would use to explain a basic sum. "It doesn’t matter whether one of them agrees or not. They’d do it anyway. The only one who gives orders is you, Master. Their opinions hold no real weight in the equation."

Her eyelids relaxed, and she finished by saying:

"If I had your power, I wouldn’t care what others think of me. I’d only work for my own benefit."

Thomas kept looking at her for a moment longer. Then he rubbed the back of his neck again, this time more slowly, as an idea crossed his mind with a touch of irony he couldn’t ignore.

’This girl is five foot five. Five foot five... and she has the mindset of a ruthless corporate dictator.’

He looked at her height. Then her impassive expression. Then back at her height.

’They say short women are the most dangerous. I never thought that was so literal.’

Freja, who had been listening to everything with a growing smile, let out a short laugh.

"I like how you think, Seraphine."

"I know," she replied, without looking at her.

Thomas exhaled slowly, his gaze lost on the street in front of them. He didn’t say yes, but he didn’t say no either. He would be lying to himself if he said he hadn’t considered the idea.

For now, what he had in mind was to win the one hundred thousand dollars from the beast tournament in a relatively fair way. He didn’t want to deviate from his goal so soon, although compared to Seraphine’s approach, it was much safer to live in anonymity than to stand out in front of thousands of people.

He held his chin and looked at the concrete ground while still seated.

’In a world ruled by women, seeing them as slaves to a man would undoubtedly create enormous controversy. Is that what I want to give my sister a peaceful life? I think Seraphine just opened a new perspective for me on everything.’