After two hour.
Aisha woke up and found herself sleeping in a fluffy bed under a blanket. For a moment, she thought it was a dreamâjust a nightmare.
"Fuck... thank god..." she whispered, yawning.
However, her words caught in her throat as she found unfamiliar clothes on her body. The room wasnât hers either.
And then his voice came from the desk.
"Evening, princess. Hope you didnât mistake what happened earlier for some bad dream," Rohit said without turning, his eyes fixed on the Excel sheets. There was a pizza box nearby as he chewed on one of the last remaining slices.
Aisha quickly curled up as she staggered back to the corner of the bed. "Please... please donât come near me."
Rohit finally shut the laptop, swiveling his chair to face her.
He took one last exaggerated bite of the slice, his eyes now locked on hers. Cheese clung to the corner of his mouth, and he licked it away with the tip of his tongue. The small gesture made her stomach twist.
Aishaâs body shivered with violent little tremors, even though he hadnât moved closer.
He set the crust down and wiped his fingers one by one on a crumpled napkin, slow and almost ceremonial. Then he dumped it in the nearby dustbin with the box.
He leaned back in the chair, cleaned his hands with a tissue and said in a casual tone. "No need to panic. If I wanted more, I had plenty of time while you were out. See.. I even ended my pizza."
A flicker of relief passed over Aisha as she checked her body again. These clothes were of Rohitâs usual wear, and she could feel her crotch not being violatedâthough a faint wetness remained.
She asked cautiously,"What... do you want?"
Rohit replied without breaking eye contact,"A deal. Your fateâs sealed whether you like it or not. But... I can make it less miserable. If you want me to spare your precious virginity, then I expect something more valuable in return."
She almost turned to tears and clasped her hands,"Please... anything but that. I canât... I donât want to be ruined for my future husband."
Rohit let out a laugh.
"
Worried about a hymen, huh? But you donât even flinch when a dildoâs ramming your ass.
"
Aisha only sobbed in response, which made Rohit narrowing his eyes.
He recalled it was quite normal in Indian societies where girls are supposed to keep their hymen intact for their husbands, as many males fall out from marriage if that is not the case. She didnât want her future to fall apart, and so she was serious.
Rohit found the system quite hypocritical, where girls would generally keep boyfriends, even suck their cocks and, in her case, even be willing to take it in the ass but still keep the hymen intact, so that the husband doesnât doubt. Surely she wasnât the exception.
With a shrug, he gave in."Fine. I wonât press further. But donât get too comfortableâyouâre still my pet. My little stress relief, whenever I want. If you really want this to end, make yourself useful. Give me something worth more than a body, I can already claim."
Aisha commented,"You are a bastard."
His grin widened."Maybe. But donât act like you didnât feel it. You squirted like a broken faucet"
Her face burned red with shame."I am not a slut. We have no real feelings."
"Then prove it," Rohit shot back. "Be useful. Bring me information... or bring me your body. The only mercy Iâll give you is leaving your precious virginity intact. Thatâs the deal."
Her eyes glistened. After a long pause, she asked in a small voice," So... if I become useful, youâll spare me?"
"Yes," he nodded, leaning back. "And since youâre here, letâs start. Tell meâhow the hell have you avoided Victor this long? Whatâs keeping him from breaking you like everyone else?"
Aisha bit her lips as she gazed down. She felt conflicted only for a while as she stated,"He wonât because I have got a lead of his weakness. Since then he has stopped."
Rohit leaned in with excitement,"And what is that?"
Aisha warned,"That... would be dangerous. I was myself shocked and he has threatened me to kill if the word got leaked out."
Rohit smiled,"Oh... then that must be big. Spill out."
Aisha hesitated but Rohit pressed on,"Donât worry, you are my pet. I wonât let any harm befall you. You can trust me regarding your safety."
Aisha finally relented,"He is involved in drugs. He brings drugs to school and his whole gang is involved in this. I have taken photos of him dealing with the peddlers."
Rohit asked, being skeptical,"But it wasnât on the phone?"
She added,"It was stored in cloud. I was afraid but also wanted to keep the deterrence."
Rohit frowned, his mind drifting back to the tangled web of gang hierarchies at school. Each group had its own rules, its own turf, often forming uneasy alliances or bitter rivalries for dominance. Harshaâs crew carried the weight of his uncleâs position as dean, giving them clout on paper. But in truth, it was Victorâs gang everyone answered to. They were the ones whispered about as kings of the campus, the real shadow rulers behind the chaos.
In a school full of elites, where pride was the currency and arrogance the norm, Victorâs grip had always been a puzzle. What did he have that kept the other gangs bowing their heads? Rohit suspected the answer wasnât charm or charismaâit was leverage. Maybe drugs. Maybe worse. Whatever it was, it turned him into the "golden leader" of a pack of psychopaths.
A slow smile spread across his lips. "Very well, my dear pet. Iâve got your new pair of clothes ordered online. Donât nag about the choice. Wear it and leave." Then he turned to his laptop and resumed his coding. "And not a word about our deal or the phone."
Aisha stood up as she saw the new packet kept on the bed. There was also Tanyaâs phone neatly arranged on top of it. She took the packet and went to the bathroom to change. After a few moments, she came out wearing a good-looking casual top and skirt that matched her size.
She hesitated at the door."Take your old ones too," Rohit added flatly. "The last thing I want is to get caught because of that."
Her fingers tightened around the pile she had collected. She nodded, grabbed the rest, and left without a word.
Rohit exhaled, a heavy, irritated sigh. Heâd put a leash on her, yes, but the leash didnât mean control. She was still unstable, unpredictableâa problem waiting to erupt.
In the meantime, he had broken into Tanyaâs phone without the passcode. The rest was easy. He had all her data scanned, with the interface loaded into a real-time simulation controlled by Lisa, and created a separate repository of her information on his drive.
It was quite a pain to handle everything on his own, even after having the AI.
After Lisaâs intermediate training, he wouldnât need to handle all those individual tasks; she would manage everything with a single command. This way, he would be free from almost all technical tasks and could monitor Tanyaâs phone updates without her noticing.
For now, he needed a break. and manual scrolling is best exercise.
At first he thought to buy cameras but thought to wait for lisaâs evolution next day.
Then he, thumbed through his contacts and called Seo-yeon. Her voice lit up the moment she answered.
It was bright and eager, but he gave her nothingâonly small talk and vague details of "whatever happened" to him. She sounded worried, even offered to come over.
"OK," he agreed her off gently, citing a doctorâs recommendation to stay home and rest. "Besides, weâll be meeting tomorrow."Her enthusiasm regained and she wished him get well soon.
He checked on any message from akhil but no new updates. He tried to callâbut again switch off. Thinking of itâakhilâs stupidty, he decided to not give much thought on it.
He glanced at the clock. 7:15 p.m.
âTodayâs date is Tuesday and I have still 5 more days remaining before the school begins. A number of tasks needs to completed before that.â
he evaluated.
With a sigh, he focused on the numbers sprawled across his screenâtargets. Dozens of them. Names from business, politics, the police force. People he could exploit. People he could ruin.
To bait them, he needed a link and that was their connection to his school of elites, where their sons and daughters phone can come into handy. It was a big task but not impossible one. But for that he neded a bait, a spectacle. A viral hook. He had one.
Using his "Click-to-View" generator plugin, Rohit had transformed a fake Kashmiri model account into an overnight sensation. AI-generated images, micro-gestures, captionsâit all looked authentic. Views that once struggled to cross 3,000 now racked up in the millions. A perfect, fabricated hotshot.
But virality wasnât enough. Now he needed scandal.
He planned to leak an explicit video of genuine looking, self masturbation porn of that kashmiri model, stitched and reshaped through his pluginsâto fake media accounts and trigger a frenzy. Curiosity was his trap. Desperation would be his net.
The plan was anything but simple. One mistake, and he would end up in jail, but did he cared?Absolutely not.
First, he would approach his victims through the fake profile, asking for "help." Then, from another random profile, he would send the leaked video link. Let them chase authenticity, click out of excitement, and walk straight into his malware. Teenage hormones acted before rationality. Not all would fall for it, but many would.
The best part was that it could be used on other suspicious individuals as well, those who had authority but lacked character, like the doctor. Surely, they wouldnât mind seeing it when free.
Random porn clips wouldnât work; people would sniff out the scam. It had to be custom, micro-edited, believable to the last pixel. He even planned to post few fake media articles to garner the hype. Thanks to AI, he was confident to achieve this all in one night.
Rohit hunched over his desk for hours, splicing and re-rendering with Blender, feeding it all into his AI plugins. Four hours later, the uncensored clip was ready. His masterpiece of digital rot.
Then the real game began. The first message went outâto the damned doctor, disguised as a patient. The next, to his elder sister, posing as a potential employee. Then to DCP Divyani as a fake NGO activist. he also sent looking for admission to dean and principle. On and on the list went upto 200 but he hardly reached 50-60, until fatigue dragged at his eyelids.
He slumped forward and dozed off at the desk.
It was 12:30 midnight when his phone vibrated. His eyes flicked open, vision swimming.
A missed call from his mother blinked on the screen. Then a message notification soon followed into view:
"Rohit, can you come to my room?"
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Chapter Release Schedule
Official Timing:
21:30 IST â 22:30 IST(Daily Chapter release)
Optional Timing:
11:30 IST â 12:30 IST(Occasional bonus release)
Event Timing:
Random(Bonus or mass Chapter drops)
Expected Output:
8 to 12 Chapters per week(~1.5kâ2k words each)