The Eclipse Tower buzzed with its usual dark energy. On every floor, massive screens flickered with live feeds of ongoing "projects" — wives moaning beneath their bosses, daughters sneaking into stepfathers' rooms, and countless other taboos unfolding in real time. The main atrium hummed with the low chatter of analysts, bettors, and handlers sipping drinks while placing wagers.
But tonight, the whispers were different.
"Did you hear? The NTR Master dropped three ranks overnight…"
"He got sloppy. Greed finally got him."
"Some new kid is already climbing the board like a fucking rocket."
Mike Callahan stepped out of his matte-black Mercedes in the underground garage, mask firmly in place. His jaw was clenched tight, eyes burning with barely contained fury. He walked straight to the private elevator reserved for top-tier operatives and Dominus' inner circle. The doors slid open silently. No one dared look at him twice.
The elevator ascended smoothly and opened directly into Dominus' private sanctum.
The room was a temple of depravity and control. Every kind of high-end sex toy and machine imaginable filled the space: sleek fucking machines with adjustable speeds, vibrating chairs, suspension rigs hanging from the ceiling, and glass display cases packed with plugs, clamps, custom restraints, and devices designed for maximum humiliation. Blue holographic screens floated in the air, streaming dozens of live feeds at once.
Dominus sat in the center of it all, lounging back in his high-backed leather chair behind the massive curved desk. His black silk robe hung open, revealing his hairy, unimpressive dad-bod chest and the slight belly straining against the fabric. Thinning dark hair with gray at the temples framed his plain, unremarkable face — the kind of man you'd walk past on the street without a second glance.
But his sharp, cold, intelligent eyes were locked on the largest screen in front of him, a sadistic glint burning bright.
Mike stepped inside. Before he could even greet him, Dominus lifted a hand without looking away from the screen.
"Look there," he said, voice thick with lust and amusement.
Mike's eyes flicked to the massive monitor.
On screen, an 18-year-old skinny prodigy — pale, lanky, almost fragile-looking with messy black hair and sharp, cunning eyes — was brutally fucking a voluptuous married milf from behind. The woman (mid-40s, heavy breasts swinging wildly) was bent over her own kitchen counter, moaning like a whore while the young man pounded into her with surprising force and precision.
Smack… smack… smack…
The kid's hips snapped forward relentlessly, his skinny frame somehow dominating her completely. The milf's face was a mess of tears and ecstasy as she screamed, "Yes… fuck… harder, baby… don't stop…!"
The boy smirked arrogantly into the hidden camera, one hand reaching around to slap her ass hard while the other pulled her hair.
Pop… AHH… Cum… Squirt…
Dominus let out a low, hungry groan, still stroking himself slowly as he watched the scene unfold.
"He's the new rising star," Dominus said, not taking his eyes off the screen. "You can call him the Abomination if you want. I never thought a scrawny 18-year-old could be this manipulative and cunning. He doesn't just fuck them — he breaks their minds, makes them beg to betray their husbands, their families, everything. He's been climbing the ranks faster than anyone I've ever seen."
Dominus finally turned his head toward Mike, a cold smile spreading across his plain face.
"While you got greedy and ruined the careful plans I laid out for you… He followed every instruction perfectly. He's already taken your place on the leaderboard, Mike."
Mike's fists clenched at his sides, veins bulging. His eyes burned with pure rage as he watched the skinny kid on screen make the milf squirt again, her legs shaking violently.
Dominus leaned back, still lazily stroking himself.
"So tell me, former NTR Master…" he said, voice dripping with mocking amusement, "what are you going to do about it?"
Mike's fists were still clenched as he glared at the now-dark screen.
"It's because that little Harrington bitch grew a spine," Mike growled. "He caught me with Clara's mother. Held a fucking gun to my head and made a whole scene. And it wasn't enough — he threatened to release my footage to The Ark if I ever touch Clara or Marianne again."
Dominus let out a low, delighted chuckle. He finally closed the window and leaned back in his chair, the black silk robe falling open wider across his chest.
"Did you take me for a fool, Mike?" His voice dropped, suddenly cold and sharp as a blade. "I told you to focus on Clara. She was this close to fully betraying Fin. But you, you greedy moron, couldn't resist going after her mother instead. You left the prey that was almost caught and chased a fresh pussy."
Mike flinched visibly. The plan had been clear: push Clara hard during the Monaco trip and break every last bit of her resistance. But the moment Marianne had teased and challenged him, he had lost focus and left Clara alone for too long.
"I made a mistake," Mike admitted through gritted teeth. "But someone leaked everything to Fin. If not for that rat, I could have easily taken both mother and daughter."
Dominus stared at him in silence for a long moment, the sadistic glint in his eyes sharpening.
The heavy door to the office hissed open.
A young secretary — early twenties, a bit plump with soft, full curves — entered quietly. She wore a tight black pencil skirt that hugged her wide hips and a white blouse stretched across her heavy, lactating breasts. Her face was flushed, eyes downcast in perfect obedience. She carried a delicate porcelain cup on a small tray.
She didn't speak. She didn't disturb the conversation.
She moved silently to the side counter, set the empty cup down, and unbuttoned the top of her blouse with practiced fingers. Her large, swollen breasts spilled free — heavy, veined, and already leaking. With both hands, she gently squeezed, thick streams of warm, white milk squirting into the cup with soft, rhythmic splashes… splash… sounds, quickly filling it with creamy liquid.
Dominus didn't even glance at her.
The secretary finished, wiped her nipples with a small cloth, buttoned her blouse, and quietly placed the finished tea on the desk before slipping out as silently as she had entered.
Dominus picked up the cup, took a slow, satisfied sip, and finally spoke again.
"What happened, happened," he said coldly. "I'm giving you one last chance, Mike. If you mess this one up, I won't even allow you to enter this building again."
Mike nodded, jaw tight.
Dominus leaned forward slightly, eyes locked on him.
"Now listen carefully…"
He took another sip of the warm, creamy tea, then began laying out his new plan in a low, deliberate voice.
Mike's hand started drumming rapidly on the arm of his chair as he listened. His eyes widened with dark excitement, a vicious grin slowly spreading across his face despite the humiliation still burning in his chest.
"But Dominus," Mike said, voice tight with both thrill and doubt, "can we really pull this off? I know what measures you take to conduct the Nexus Event without getting caught, but Fin won't stay still. He's changed. He's ruthless now. If he finds out—"
Dominus raised a hand, cutting him off with a cold, amused smile.
He leaned back, took one more sip, and spoke with calm, clinical precision.
"The island is completely off-grid. No commercial flights, no satellite coverage, no public records. Even guests arrive blindfolded on our private fleet. Phones and devices are confiscated and stored in Faraday cages on the mainland. The entire broadcast runs through seven layers of military-grade encryption across rotating satellite links. Even if someone intercepts the signal, all they get is noise. The security team on site is forty ex-special forces operatives under direct contract — they answer only to me. Any leak, any attempt to smuggle information, any deviation… is handled quietly and permanently. No bodies. No traces. No loose ends."
Dominus set the cup down with a soft clink, his plain face suddenly looking far more dangerous than Mike's sculpted physique ever could.
"That is how we've run the Nexus Event for twelve years without a single breach. That is how we will run this one."
He looked straight at Mike, eyes cold.
"So tell me… are you going to follow the plan this time?"
Mike leaned forward, fists clenched. "Don't worry. He dared to let me live after humiliating me like that… I will make his girlfriend scream like a bitch to the entire world."
Dominus chuckled softly. "Good. And don't worry about Fin. I will keep him busy… and Eleanor too."
Mike's brows rose. "You're going to personally deal with this?"
Dominus's plain face twisted into something far darker. He set the cup down with a soft clink, the sadistic glint in his eyes turning ice-cold.
"Mm. I built everything… just for this moment, Mike. Eleanor will experience the nightmares that have never left me. And her precious trophy son…" He let out a low, chilling laugh. "Keke… I will turn him into the father that Eleanor has hidden from him all these years."
Mike's drumming fingers slowed. He studied Dominus carefully. "But Dominus… does Eleanor really love Fin? I mean, I know how fiercely she protects him, but I've never seen a single moment of actual motherly love. Our whole plan depends on it."
Dominus laughed — a low, amused sound that echoed through the dimly lit room.
"Don't let her act fool you, kid. That selfish bitch only loves one thing in this entire world… and that is her son." His smile turned cruel. "Trust me. If we ever kill Fin, Eleanor will burn this whole building and everyone in it to the ground."
Mike leaned back in his chair, his mind racing.
He always talks like he knows Eleanor personally… intimately. But he never reveals his real identity or why he's so fixated on the Harringtons… Whatever. I need to focus on my own interests… for now.
Mike rose from his chair without another word. The vicious grin still lingered on his face, but his eyes burned with renewed purpose. He gave Dominus a single, respectful nod, then turned and strode out of the sanctum. The heavy steel door hissed shut behind him, leaving the room in near silence once more.
Dominus remained seated, lounging back in the high-backed leather chair, black silk robe hanging open across his chest. He took another slow sip of the warm, creamy tea, savoring the taste as the blue glow of the monitors danced across his plain face.
A soft knock sounded. The young secretary slipped back inside, tablet in hand, her tight pencil skirt hugging her wide hips and her blouse still slightly strained from earlier.
"The Harrington convoy has moved to the Main Estate, sir," she reported quietly, voice professional and careful. "We couldn't get close. High security everywhere — even our drones can't approach without being detected."
Dominus let out a low, amused laugh, the sound echoing softly through the dimly lit room.
"So he ran straight to his mommy, huh?" He smirked, eyes glinting with dark satisfaction. "I expected as much. Since I already let him know about us, he knows he can't deal with this alone."
The secretary hesitated, then asked carefully, "But sir… why did you let Fin know about Mike and The Ark? Isn't it better to keep him in the dark?"
Dominus chuckled again, setting the cup down with a soft clink.
"Mike was getting too cocky. If I let him run wild, Eleanor would have disposed of him like trash within weeks. But Fin… Fin is the only real weakness we can use against her." His smile turned colder. "And for my new plans, revealing ourselves to him was the only way forward."
The secretary's brow furrowed slightly. "What if Fin reveals everything to his mother?"
Dominus threw his head back and laughed — a low, genuinely amused sound that filled the room.
"Like hell he will," he said, still chuckling. "What exactly is he going to tell her? 'I watched Mike fuck my girlfriend and then I drilled her mother in the ass while I made her spit my cum on his face'? Haha… no. He won't say a word. Not to Eleanor."
He leaned back, the sadistic glint returning to his eyes as he stared at the wall of monitors.
"All the pieces are finally in place."