036: First blood
**Chapter 36**
"Ahh!!!!" Giorgio screamed again when I pulled another of his molars out. I wasn't an expert when it came to torture because it was done by my henchmen, men who didn't even know their boss was eighteen. I wasn't the one to do so, but after assimilating with Rox, I got new tips and tricks that I could use.
But those involved using mana, and mana wasn't available in this world. I could pull it out of my body, but the expenditure would be great because my limit wasn't too great.
Anyway, I placed my hand on him and asked gently, "Who asked you to do that?"
Who asked him to lecher on my aunt and her daughters?
No~
We businessmen didn't do unnecessary things like that. Lechery was Giorgio's own doing; the real thing was the layout of the house. Those pictures and videos were hidden deep within. While there was no security, that didn't mean there was no security system.
The layout of the house could help a lot with that. Giorgio here was taking that information and giving it to someone.
Someone who obviously wanted to harm Tom through his family. Not a smart thing to do.
Giorgio was quite tight-lipped. Or perhaps he really didn't know anything as he claimed.
Nah~~
It wouldn't be too late to believe him once he lost all of his teeth. I wasn't cruel. I left his hands and feet alone because he needed them for work. His teeth, however, were an entirely different story.
"How about we do the other side now?" I asked with a smile as I reached for the other side of his molars.
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“I’m home~”
I announced myself as I stepped into the house. Aunt Elise came straight to the living room, clearly worried. She checked me over for injuries, then sighed in relief and pulled me into a hug. Her large chest pressed against me, reminding me that the Restore skill had already activated earlier. I shifted my hips back slightly so she wouldn’t notice.
“I’m fine,” I said before she could speak.
She let go and looked at me with lingering concern. “I shouldn’t have let you go alone. What was I even thinking?”
“Don’t sweat it.” I held up the phone. “Giorgio wasn’t selling the pictures online, but I’ll still have someone sweep the internet just in case. I’ve already handed him over to the police. He confessed. He’ll be dealt with.”
She let out a long breath. “I see. Come on, let’s have lunch.”
I could tell she had more to ask, but she let it for now.
I followed her, watching the way her ass moved in the jeans she rarely wore. Sundresses were her usual choice, so seeing her like this was a rare sight.
In the dining room, Sasha sat tapping her plate with a spoon, looking bored. Sara and Mira were both asleep with their heads on the table.
“These girls…” Aunt Elise sighed, then slammed her hand on the table between them. Both jerked awake.
“What happened?”
“I wasn’t cheating!!”
Mira’s reaction was normal. Sara’s reaction made everyone look at her. Once she realized what she’d said, she gave a nervous chuckle. “I guess I’m too tired, huh?”
“Seems like it,” Sasha said with a smirk.
Mira turned to me. “Where were you, and what was all this about?”
“Nothing serious.” I kept it vague in case Aunt Elise hadn’t told them, but Sasha already knew.
“Mom said that pervert Giorgio was taking pictures of us.”
Aunt Elise nodded in confirmation. I sighed. “Yes. Luckily, he wasn’t posting them anywhere, but I’m still having someone check online. Hopefully nothing turns up.”
“What about Giorgio?” Sara asked.
“Turned over to the police,” I replied.
“Hopefully he’ll be deported,” Mira said without any sympathy.
“He will be,” I said simply. They wouldn’t be seeing him again. That was all that mattered.
While we ate, a series of notifications appeared.
[Achievement obtained]
[First blood]
[Description: As the herald of the greatest race in the universe, having reaped your first life is a great achievement.
You have stepped into the world of the strong, and in the world of the strong, there is always blood.
Your first taste of the blood will always be special and be remembered in every course of your life]
[Reward: +10,000 EXP, AP +10]
[Level up]
[Level up]
[Level up]
The achievements and the level-ups were substantial. Between recent achievements and the daily quests, my level had been climbing steadily. I now had enough free points to push one physical stat close to forty if I wanted, though I still preferred not to jump too far at once. Adjusting to sudden increases took control, and I had already seen what happened when that control slipped earlier.
Who would have thought a slight hit would snap his neck?
I would deal with the people behind Giorgio later. For now, the immediate problem was gone.
Lunch stayed peaceful. Sasha was surprisingly calm—probably still satisfied from earlier—so she didn’t try anything under the table. She was already dressed in her tennis outfit: a white top and shorts that hugged her petite but curvy figure nicely.
“Why don’t you join me for tennis, Tyler?” she asked.
Before I could answer, Sara cut in. “Forget about her. You’re good at math, right? Help us out a bit.”
Their need was more urgent, so I turned to Sasha. She already knew what my answer would be and sulked.
“Fine. But I get you next time.”
After helping Aunt Elise with the dishes, I went to Sara’s room. Both twins were buried in their books. I sat with them and walked them through the problems they were stuck on. The material itself was straightforward, which made me wonder why they struggled so much—until I remembered most people weren’t wired the same way I was.
I mostly focused on keeping them awake. Sara eventually dozed off against my shoulder and drooled enough to soak the fabric. I kept teaching until it was clear their brains were done for the day. When they still refused to sleep, I pressed the right points on their necks and put them under cleanly. I laid them both on Sara’s bed and left them snoring.
Back in my own room, I jacked off to fill the restoration count. My lust was already at orange, and the pair of Aunt Elise’s panties I had taken earlier still carried that intense scent. It cut the time down to about half an hour. My own hand could never match the hand, thigh, or mouth of a real, young woman, so the longer sessions were expected.
When I came downstairs again, Tom was in the living room watching the news. Aunt Elise was busy in the kitchen. Sasha was nowhere in sight—her tennis session had probably already ended.
“Hey, champ,” Tom said when he noticed me. He turned back to the TV. “Why don’t you join me for some news?”
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Want Aunt Elise in jeans?