Chapter 192: Bet Between Two Perverts

Amon turned around and looked at her.

Marielle stood in the doorway with a small, polite smile on her face.

She walked into the room at an unhurried pace, her eyes briefly flicking toward the open vault before settling on him again.

The soft click of the door closing behind her sounded louder than it should have in the quiet room.

"What are you doing in my room, Amon?"

Amon idly turned the leather dog collar over between his fingers.

The silver tag caught the light from the window as he examined it. "Just looking around. Turns out you keep some interesting things hidden away."

Marielle’s lips twitched once. "You know this is completely unethical, right?"

Amon tilted his head slightly, still holding the collar. "Unethical? Do you think it’s more unethical than watching your niece getting fucked?"

"...Put that down."

"Why? It’s not like it’s being used." He glanced at the other items still sitting neatly inside the vault. "Or is it?"

Marielle’s expression remained controlled, but a faint tightness appeared around her eyes. "You shouldn’t be going through people’s private belongings."

"And you shouldn’t leave hidden compartments full of toys if you don’t want them found." Amon held the collar up a little higher. "Especially not something like this."

She took a slow step closer. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?"

Amon smiled. "Are you a masochist, Marielle?"

Marielle’s eyes widened for a split second. The reaction was small, but he caught it clearly.

She recovered quickly, forcing her expression back into something distant and cold. "I have no idea what you’re talking about."

"You know exactly what I’m talking about."

He stepped closer until only a short distance remained between them.

The soft lavender scent that always lingered in her room mixed with the warmer note of her perfume.

Up close, he could see the faint tension in her shoulders and the way her fingers curled slightly at her sides.

"You don’t have to keep pretending you’re some pure, proper professor."

The polite mask vanished completely.

Marielle’s gaze turned sharp. "Watch your mouth, fucker."

Amon suddenly remembered something Felicia had said days ago.

How Marielle used to bully people when they were younger, how Felicia had protected her from anyone she considered a threat.

Looking at her now, the memory fit perfectly.

She stared at him without blinking. "Walk away right now and I’ll forget this ever happened."

Amon gave a short, quiet laugh. "I’m not that stupid. This is the best blackmail I’ve ever stumbled onto."

Marielle let out a slow breath through her nose.

For a moment she simply stood there, clearly weighing her options.

Then she reached out, took his free hand, and pressed it firmly against her left breast.

She forced his fingers to close around the soft weight.

The sudden contact made Amon’s eyes widen slightly.

For a brief second Marielle’s carefully controlled expression cracked.

Her eyes fluttered, lips parting as a quiet, involuntary breath escaped her.

The soft, heavy flesh filled his entire palm. It was far more than the modest clothing she usually wore suggested.

’Holy fuck.’ He thought. ’These are bigger than her head. How the hell does she hide them under those clothes every day?’

Marielle pushed his hand away a moment later.

The composure slid back into place almost instantly, but the faint flush on her cheeks remained.

"I could have you arrested for attempted rape," she said evenly, "and make sure you’re kept far away from Seraphina."

Amon chuckled, clearly unbothered. "Is that the plan? Threaten me with the law after I just found your little collection?"

"It would be your word against mine. And I am a professor at the Royal University."

"Is that so."

Before she could answer, he lifted the dog collar and slowly fastened it around her neck.

The soft leather settled against her skin with a quiet click.

Marielle was too stunned to move at first.

She simply stood there as he adjusted the fit, his fingers brushing the side of her throat.

Amon leaned back slightly to examine his work. "Much better."

Marielle’s hand rose halfway toward the collar before she forced it back down.

"Take it off."

"No." He met her eyes directly.

"And just so you know your niece is completely addicted to my cock."

"If it ever comes down to choosing between her family and me, she’ll pick me without thinking twice."

Marielle’s face tightened. A muscle jumped in her jaw. "You’re making a mistake."

"Am I?" Amon didn’t step back. If anything, he moved half a step closer.

"Imagine what would happen if people found out a respected professor of the Royal University keeps a private collection of sex toys sealed inside her bedroom wall. Collar, restraints, crop... everything laid out so neatly. How long do you think your reputation would last?"

"You have no proof."

Amon pulled out his phone.

He stopped the recording that had been running the entire time and turned the screen toward her.

The video clearly showed the open vault, the items inside, and his hands examining the collar only moments earlier.

The audio even picked up the soft click of the mechanism when he opened it.

Marielle went completely silent.

She stared at the phone for a long moment.

The only sound in the room was the faint rustle of the curtains moving in the breeze from the window.

Finally she whispered, "...You bastard."

"I never said I was a good person."

"Delete it."

"Not yet."

She drew in a slow, controlled breath.

The collar shifted slightly against her throat with the movement. "What do you want?"

Amon thought for a second, still holding the phone loosely at his side.

"A bet. You do whatever I tell you for one week. After that, I delete the video and we pretend this never happened."

Marielle’s eyes narrowed. "That’s ridiculous."

"I am being generous lady."

She started to protest again, but he cut her off before the words fully formed.

"Relax. I won’t put my cock in you. That’s not part of the deal."

The silence stretched. Marielle stared at him, clearly calculating the risk against the alternative.

Her fingers curled once at her sides before she finally exhaled. "One week. That’s it. Nothing beyond that."

"I swear on my father I’ll let it go afterward."

Marielle gave a short, reluctant nod. The movement made the silver tag on the collar catch the light again.

Amon’s smile widened. "Good. First command."

He leaned in slightly as his voice dropping lower.

"You’re going to watch me fuck your niece. You’ve already done it once, so don’t bother denying it. Next time, you stay and watch properly."

Marielle’s eyes burned with pure dislike. For a moment it looked like she might refuse after all.

Her jaw tightened, and the flush on her cheeks deepened.

Then her shoulders eased by the smallest degree. "...Fine."

Amon chuckled under his breath. "See? That wasn’t so hard."

"Get out of my room."

"Gladly."

He turned without another word and walked toward the door.

Just before stepping into the hallway he glanced back once.

Marielle was still standing in the same place, the black collar standing out sharply against her skin.

As he closed the door behind him, one thought crossed his mind.

’The hate-fuck is going to be legendary.’