I found out that Ella was only stalking Leon because it was Kayla’s idea. Kayla told her that if she didn’t, things would get even worse for her at the academy. And since Ella wanted to finish her education and land a proper job, she went along with it.
Ella insisted she didn’t want to stalk Leon. But if she did it, Kayla would leave her alone, so she complied. In one of her stalking sessions, though, she saw something she definitely wasn’t supposed to. She caught me and Leon having sex behind the gym.
“I-I never wanted to know something like that, I swear…” she said with a sob.
Kayla, though… she was a complete bitch through and through. She didn’t just shove her superiority down on those below her; she was willing to cross any line, commit any crime, just to get what she wanted. Her cruelty knew no bounds, and she reveled in the power she had over people like Ella.
“You don’t have to worry about it, Ella,” I said, my voice soft as I rubbed her back in comfort. I could feel her trembling beneath my touch. “Seriously, you don’t have to worry about any of this.”
But inside, my blood was boiling. Kayla was trying to fuck with me, pushing me around like I was nothing. Ever since I lost my status, she treated me like dirt beneath her feet, making sure I knew exactly where I stood. She’d stomped on my pride, ground it into the dust. But now? I was done taking it. I was furious.
“A-Are you not mad at me?” Ella asked, her voice small, barely audible.
“I’m not. None of this is your fault,” I told her, watching her face carefully. She still looked like she expected me to lash out at her any second.
“B-But I think Mr. Leon is definitely angry at me…” she muttered, her body trembling again. “H-He’s terrifying…”
I couldn’t argue with that. Leon was terrifying. His power was unmatched, even by the most influential people in the kingdom. He had a grip on everything, and powerful women, loyal to him, waiting at his call. And with that industrial empire he’d built, he was untouchable. Messing with Leon was a sure way to end up fucked.
“You don’t need to worry about him either,” I assured her. “The only one he’s going to be angry at is the person who’s behind all this. You have nothing to be afraid of.”
“O-Okay…” she whispered, finally relaxing a bit, though her voice was still laced with uncertainty.
***
Leon’s POV
After learning that Ella was only stalking me because she was ordered around by some girl named Kayla, I decided it was time to deal with Kayla directly. She was a viscount’s daughter, the type who’d fake respect for those above her but sneer at anyone below her. Her superiority complex was downright disgusting. I couldn’t let someone like that run wild.
The question was, what punishment would fit her?
“She’s attending some noble party in the Capital at the end of the week,” Gabrielle said, her eyes gleaming as she scanned the report from the Shadows. The Shadows weren’t just working on tracking down the Eclipse hideout, they were also doing side jobs for me, like keeping tabs on people like Kayla. “You’re planning to go, right? Since it looks like Sesillian will be there too.”
“Yeah, I am,” I replied with a smile. “Don’t you think this is the perfect chance? I can punish Kayla and dig into Sesillian and the Eclipse at the same time.”
Gabrielle matched my grin. “Absolutely.”
I leaned forward, fingers tapping rhythmically on the table. “What do you think would be the best punishment for someone with a superiority complex?”
Gabrielle’s smile turned sharp, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’ve never had to handle that type of trash before, but I think the best punishment is to show her what real superiority looks like. Make her taste her own medicine. Break her down, degrade her, make her feel like the scum she looks down on. Once her pride crumbles, she’ll be nothing. It’s always easier to smash a wall when you know where to hit it.”
“That’s exactly what I had in mind,” I said, feeling a dark satisfaction settle in.
To break Kayla, the punishment needed to hit her where it hurt most—her pride. She needed to feel small, insignificant, beneath someone whose power far overshadowed hers. Even better, it would be someone she once thought was beneath her. I already had the perfect candidate in mind. The thought of it made my lips twitch, almost breaking into a grin. She’d never be able to look down on anyone again after I was done with her.
“She has a boyfriend, right?” I asked Gabrielle, curiosity laced with a hint of malice.
“Yes,” Gabrielle replied. “Isabelle even managed to record a video of them having sex. Don’t worry though, Isabelle had her eyes closed while she did it, so she didn’t see any of that guy’s junk. Do you want to see it?”
“I don’t usually care to watch some ugly bitch getting fucked by an idiot,” I replied with a shrug, “but information is information.”
I took the phone from Gabrielle’s hand and played the video.
“Ahh, ahh, ahhh…”
“It feels good, right?”
“Y-Yeah, it feels good.”
“Then moan more for me!”
“Ahh, yes, i-it feels good…”
“Are you about to cum? I’m about to cum!”
“Ah, yes. I’m cumming too.”
“C-Cumming!”
“I’m cumming…”
I could barely keep from rolling my eyes. It was obvious from Kayla’s half-assed moans and forced orgasms that she was faking it. The guy she was fucking had no idea what he was doing. His performance was just as weak as his presence. Pathetic.
I knew the guy, too—another viscount’s son. I wondered what he’d do once Kayla was taken down a notch or two. Would he still want her? Would he still cling to her when she wasn’t the queen of her little world anymore?
Watching the video, a slow grin crept onto my face, dark and deliberate. My mind was already racing, working out every detail of how I’d execute Kayla’s fall. That’s when Gabrielle’s voice cut in, her tone low and dripping with desire.
“Watching you like this, grinning like a devil… I’m so wet,” she whispered, her eyes dark with lust.
I shot her a glance, feeling the pull of her arousal. “Is that right? Well then, why don’t you put that ass on the table and let me fuck you?”
“Perfect idea,” she purred.
Gabrielle wasted no time, bending over the table, her hips arched in invitation. I grabbed her waist, pulling her back toward me, and slammed into her, hard. She gasped, moaning loudly as I fucked her, but my mind remained sharp, already planning how I’d make Kayla’s downfall grand and public. I’d leave no room for her to escape the humiliation I had in store.
