"Relax. I'll let you out shortly."
Nolan stepped between Kafka and Silver Wolf, summoning two clusters of golden "Waymarks" in his hands as he continued,
"These will make it easier for me to stay in contact with you. Merge with them first. I'll need your help with something later."
"Wouldn't a phone be enough?"
Silver Wolf looked slightly wary, but then she remembered that she was already under this bastard's control. If he wanted to do anything to her, he could simply command it. There was no need for extra tricks.
Left with no choice, she took the golden orb.
Kafka did the same. As soon as the light fused into her body, she understood the Waymark's function, and a helpless expression crossed her face.
Instant communication. Free teleportation.
This meant they were completely bound, with no possibility of regaining their freedom.
She had originally hoped that Elio would notice something unusual and find a way to rescue them.
But now, even if Elio discovered their predicament and tried to intervene, they might be forcibly teleported straight back to Nolan before anything could be done.
"Sooner or later, I'm going to treat you like a boss fight and take you down!" Silver Wolf said irritably, feeling the new power settle within her.
"Oh? I look forward to it."
Nolan reached out and grabbed Silver Wolf's soft, fair cheek, kneading it firmly before smiling and continuing,
"I'll release you soon. Just return to the Stellaron Hunters as usual. If you successfully meet your other companions, especially your leader, Elio, notify me."
"What are you planning?" Silver Wolf pressed down on his hands, glaring at him in displeasure.
"Isn't it obvious? I'll control your companions too. Otherwise, what if you slip up after returning and expose yourselves? Then your friends might come looking for trouble."
Nolan spread his hands, feigning innocence.
"You—! No matter what, I won't help you!" At the mention of betraying her companions, Silver Wolf refused without hesitation.
"Whether you refuse is up to you. Your body will carry out the task perfectly anyway," Nolan replied with a smile.
"Bastard!"
Silver Wolf looked at him as if she wanted to lunge forward and bite him.
"Enough, Silver Wolf." Kafka shook her head at her before turning to Nolan. "We'll do our best to assist you. I just hope you won't harm my companions."
Every member of the Stellaron Hunters was among the strongest in the galaxy's top tier. But compared to the man standing before them, who had effortlessly subdued them, the gap was simply too great.
Even their leader, Elio, in her view, would not necessarily be able to handle him.
"Of course not. You two are proof of that."
If possible, Nolan preferred to control the other Stellaron Hunters quietly. He had no intention of causing unnecessary commotion.
"Tch. Then can you let us out now?" Silver Wolf huffed, clearly unwilling to see him any longer.
"Originally, I was planning to let you act as soon as possible, so your prolonged disappearance wouldn't alert your leader," Nolan said with a faint smirk, a mischievous glint rising in his eyes as he looked at the two of them.
"But as mere captives, you're being awfully rude to your master. In that case, I'll have to administer a bit of punishment.
"And while I'm at it, I'll help improve your strength. If you get exposed and defeated too quickly, you might not even have time to notify me."
As he spoke, Nolan stepped forward, closing in on Silver Wolf. She instinctively raised her hands to shield herself and took a step back, panic flashing across her face.
"Y-you bastard… what are you trying to do…"
"What do you think?"
He chuckled softly, lifting his hands to cup her chin and hold her face in place, forcing her gaze toward him as he leaned in slowly.
Her silver-gray bangs parted slightly across her forehead. Her pupils darted away from his eyes, and her breathing grew uneven. Parting her soft lips in agitation, she stammered,
"Y-you can't do this!"
She tried to struggle, but at some point her body had stopped responding to her will. All she could do was watch helplessly as he drew closer.
"You belong to me now. Of course I can do whatever I want."
Seeing her flustered and anxious expression only excited him further. Calling him a bastard again and again—if she was a captive, she ought to act like one.
"Silver Wolf!"
Seeing her being bullied, Kafka tried to step forward to stop him, only to realize that her own body had stopped obeying her as well.
"Kafka. Take off your coat, your tight shorts, and your shoes. Then sit on the sofa and wait."
Nolan gave the order calmly.
Kafka opened her mouth as if to protest, but her body had already begun to move. Her hands grasped her coat, her shoulders rolling back as she slipped it off, letting it fall to the floor.
Then, as if by habit, she sat down on the sofa and began removing her boots.
Nolan returned his attention to Silver Wolf. Under her panicked gaze, he leaned in again, closing the remaining distance.
Their lips met.
Her eyes widened, anger blazing within them. She was clearly furious at his actions.
Through their mental link, Nolan compelled her to part her lips slightly, while at the same time pulling down the zipper of her jacket and making her remove it as well.
Afterward, she was left in a single-shoulder white cropped top, with a tight black inner top beneath.
He held her slender body and continued kissing her for a while before lowering himself in front of her, undoing her belt and removing her fishnet shorts.
When she realized he was staring at her remaining blue underwear, a wave of humiliation surged through her. Her fair face flushed a deep red.
Nolan lifted her in his arms and carried her to the sofa, placing her beside Kafka.
By now, Kafka had also removed her asymmetrical boots and shorts, leaving only a white shirt and violet-red thigh-high stockings.
A faint blush had appeared on her face as well. She had clearly never imagined she would be treated like this.
"Now then," Nolan said with a smile, "let me properly help you improve your strength."
He ordered Kafka and Silver Wolf to turn around and kneel side by side.
As they adjusted into position, their faces grew even redder.
Nolan stepped behind Kafka, his hands brushing over her through the thin fabric before sliding her stockings down to her knees.
Her curves and pale thighs were revealed.
Then, for a long while, his hands wandered over their skin. Finally, he pulled their remaining garments down to their thighs before stepping behind Kafka and wrapping an arm around her waist, while his other hand continued to grip Silver Wolf.
(End of Chapter)
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