The Master Programmer-Chapter 140: Complete Control 1

Jason Cross leaned against the sleek black car, his reflection barely visible in the gloss of its surface under the dim glow of the streetlights. His gaze lingered on the grand entrance of the gala hall he had just exited, the muffled sounds of laughter and clinking glasses still reaching his ears.

Inside, the remnants of his past mocked him, but he had no intention of retreating with his pride in tatters. They were still going on even then as he left, calling him ungrateful and unfriendly, but he really did not care. They were there to ruin his time anyway. He might as well ruin theirs.

The worst thing: He hadn’t gotten anything to eat yet! Jason sighed, looking up into the sky. He had done his best tonight too. It was a calculated move, another step toward reshaping the narrative they’d crafted about him. He did not need their assistance or their looks of pity. He did not need their validation. What he needed was for them to look at him and understand that he was strong.

Yes, he was Jason Cross. Yes, he had dropped out, and now, he was back to reclaim everything that he had lost. That was what they would soon learn about him. And he was sure he would make it happen.

Emily stood beside him, her delicate frame draped in a black dress that clung to her curves like a second skin. She was stunning, her wide brown eyes shimmering with a mixture of concern and curiosity. As Jason opened the passenger door for her, he caught the soft sigh escaping her lips.

"You didn’t have to do that," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "They don’t deserve the effort you put into pretending they matter."

Would you look at that… she was being… so supportive. So wifely. It was very interesting to see this kind of behaviour from her. So she wasn’t ms Cutesy wotesy all the time. She was someone who had an actual will to her. It was only a mention of whether Jason could bring it out of her or not.

Jason smirked, his expression unreadable as he closed the door behind her. Sliding into the driver’s seat, he started the engine, the low rumble filling the silence between them. As they pulled away from the venue, Jason’s thoughts drifted to Amanda… her icy stare, her feigned indifference, her pale visage as she left. Something must have happened. He was curious now.

Regret had etched itself onto her face, but Jason wasn’t one to bask in the misery of others without reason. No, tonight had been about planting seeds, and he was curious to see what would bloom. After all, communities and societies were echo chambers. As long as one person had an idea, they would bring it up and it would spread out and proliferate to other people.

As more people recalled how Jason treated himself in such esteem they would soon know that he was actually a good man, and he was someone that deserved respect. They would need him to be like that. And they would have questions, for the woman named Amanda and the man named Mark. Why did they need to humiliate him like that? And why were they doing the things they were doing?

Emily reached over, her hand resting lightly on his. "Jason," she said softly, "what’s on your mind?"

He glanced at her briefly, his lips curling into a half-smile. "Just reflecting on old acquaintances," he replied, his tone measured. "Some lessons are best taught with patience. Sorry for worrying you, Emily. Please forgive me."

Emily’s brow furrowed, but she said nothing more, instead interlacing her fingers with his. She even made sure to flash him a reassuring smile. The gesture was simple, yet grounding. Jason’s thumb brushed over her knuckles absentmindedly as he turned his attention back to the road.

Maybe now that he had shown her a bit more of his world, she would feel that much more connected to him. In that case, he was sure that their connection was only going to grow stronger, not weaker. Emily was developing into someone Jason could not ignore anymore. He was sure to take care of her with all his heart and soul.

Turning to her, he smiled… She had this innate empathy about her. She didn’t know it yet, but she had the makings for much more than just some streamer. Jason would have to give her the confidence to see that dream happen though. Until then he would have to be patient. And she would have to be patient too.

By the time they arrived at the hotel, the night air had grown colder, wrapping around them like a tangible reminder of the evening’s events. Jason’s jaw tightened as they stepped into the lobby, its opulence doing little to ease the tension knotting in his chest. Emily followed silently, her heels clicking against the marble floor, her hand in his, still holding him and keeping him grounded.

Jason had thought his emotional control was pretty good. But it was clear now, he was not fully over the things that happened in the past. He still felt anger towards them and he wanted to see them all destroyed. He wanted to ruin them all. Maybe it was not the system that was pushing him to these kinds of dark missions… maybe it was him who had resentment and the system was merely pushing him to realise that resentment.

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The more he thought of this possibility, the more he felt like it might really be true. Yes, the system might be a bit dark, but was this not already darkness that existed inside him? He was being made aware of it. More than anything that was the case.

If this was the case… then this darkness. This person who he had become… Was it a good thing or a bad thing? Jason had no real way to know.

Walking inside their suite, Jason shrugged off his blazer, tossing it onto a nearby chair. "I need a shower," he announced, his voice carrying a hint of weariness. He was not only feeling drained of his aura from the earlier shenanigans with Tim but also mentally and physically drained after the day.

Emily’s gaze followed him as he disappeared into the bathroom. She hesitated for a moment before stepping out of her heels and unzipping her dress, letting it pool around her feet. Clad in nothing but her confidence, she pushed open the door to join him.

Steam enveloped the room, and Jason turned, his eyes narrowing slightly at her unexpected presence. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice low.

Emily’s lips curved into a smile as she stepped closer. "Helping you wash away the day," she whispered. Her hands rested on his chest, her touch both tender and insistent. "Let me take care of you tonight."

Jason looked at her, seeing that smile and he noticed just how... strong she was. Her hand was trembling somewhat at that moment. And yet there she was, doing her best for him. What an incredible woman. Jason would forever cherish her for sure.

Jason’s resolve softened, his arms encircling her waist as he pulled her closer. Their breaths mingled as their lips met, the water cascading around them like a curtain shielding them from the outside world. For that moment, Jason allowed himself to be vulnerable, to let go of the control he clung to so fiercely.

"That’s right, Jason. I’ll take care of you, just as you’ve taken care of me, giving me the best day of my life," Emily said, pausing from their kiss before leaning in once more and kissing Jason.

Jason’s grip tightened on Emily’s waist, his hands sliding down to cup her ass as their kiss grew more heated. The warm water rained down on them, mingling with the heat in the shower. His cock, already hardening, brushed against her stomach, and she moaned into his mouth, her hands finding their way to his neck, her nails digging in gently.

Their kiss grew more urgent, their tongues dancing together as Jason’s hands began to roam. He palmed her breasts, teasing her nipples to hard peaks before sliding his hands down to her pussy. Emily gasped as his fingers found her clit, already swollen with need.

He began to rub her in slow, deliberate circles, his thumb pressing down firmly as his other hand slid lower, one finger sliding into her wetness.

"Mhh~~!! Jason!! I love how you touch me~~!!" Emily said as her legs began to wobble due to Jason’s touch.

Jason was quick to support her, lifting her off the ground and pressing her back against the tiles, making her squeal in excitement. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her pussy grinding against his hard length. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the steamy room, the scent of their desire mingling with the fragrance of the shower gel.

"I want you, Jason~~," she panted, her eyes glazed over with lust. "I want to feel you inside me~~."

Jason’s smirk grew more pronounced as he positioned his cock at her entrance.