Chapter 91: The Human Pro Max

The early light of dawn spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the massive penthouse dorm.

Jasper Silver hummed a cheerful, upbeat tune. He skipped lightly across the polished floors, adjusting a series of large basins he had arranged in the center of the room. One basin sloshed with regular, room-temperature water. Steam billowed in thick white clouds from a second, while a thin layer of frost coated the edges of a third. A roaring fire crackled in a hearth nearby, casting dancing shadows over a final, smaller basin bubbling with acid.

"The human Pro Max I’m looking for should be able to survive all this," Jasper muttered to himself, clapping his hands together. "How exciting!"

Sitting on the floor before him was a line of naked human women. They all shared the same name: Blair. Their hands were bound tightly behind their backs, and dark blindfolds covered their eyes. Yet, they weren’t screaming or fighting to get away. They were giggling, shifting eagerly against the floor. The campus rumor mill had promised them that beneath his sweet, ethereal exterior, the beautiful Fish noble was extremely kinky.

Jasper strolled over and gently helped the first Blair to her feet. She was petite, her features painfully simple and average. Jasper let his cool hands travel down her sides. The girl let out a breathy, eager moan at his touch.

There’s nothing interesting about this one, Jasper thought, a flicker of boredom crossing his mind. The Blair I am looking for should look otherworldly. Just hidden under a really good disguise.

Standing quietly by the doors, Olive, the human girl who gathered them for him, watched the scene unfold with wide eyes.

Seeing the boiling water and the bubbling acid, the reality of the situation clicked. If she had known Jasper was planning a torture session, she would have happily dragged that other bitch who was also named Blair right to his doorstep.

Olive crossed her arms, a smug smirk touching her lips. Jasper only ever needed her, anyway. He just got bored sometimes and needed new playthings to break. She concluded that a girl named Blair must have crossed him recently, and he had forgotten which one it was. It was a horrible time to be named Blair.

"Olive, sweetie," Jasper chirped, glancing over his shoulder. "Take the rest into the other room. Treat them nicely."

Olive dropped her smirk, replacing it instantly with a shy, obedient smile. "Yes, master."

But the second Jasper turned his back, a deep frown pulled at her lips. She really wanted to stay and watch. The room they were currently standing in was what she affectionately called his "playroom." It was the room that housed his massive, luxurious bed where they had sex, and also the room where he tortured people for fun.

Olive prayed every single day that he would never get tired of her. It had been a month since she first caught his eye. She had already taken the handfuls of sparkling diamonds he casually tossed her way and sold them, using the cash to fund intensive surgeries. She had inflated her breasts and her butt, altering her human frame to match the thick builds of the beastwomen. She was already planning out her piercings for next week, hoping they might please him.

"Up we go, ladies," Olive ordered quietly, helping the remaining, giggling Blairs to their feet.

She led the blindfolded girls out of the playroom and into the adjacent room. It was Jasper’s "quiet room." The walls were heavily padded; no sound could get in, and none could get out. The room was empty, leaving Olive to assume it was just a waiting area.

The playroom and the quiet room were the only two places in the sprawling, penthouse-style dorm she was allowed to be in. The rest of the rooms were strictly off-limits. She wasn’t even allowed to walk near the staircase to get to them. She was curious about what lay beyond, but she knew better. Curiosity killed the cat, and Olive had zero intention of ending up in the acid basin.

Back in the playroom, Jasper was ready to begin his fun.

He reached behind the petite girl’s head and untied her blindfold. The fabric fell away. The girl blinked against the light, her eyes focusing on the beastman standing before her.

Jasper was dressed in a shimmering silver robe that hung open just enough to tease the pale skin beneath. He offered her a handsome smile. The girl instantly swooned, her knees going weak.

His hands traced the small curves of her waist. "Do you want to play with me?" Jasper asked softly.

"Yes," she breathed out fast, her cheeks flushing a deep pink.

Jasper smiled. He grabbed her arm and spun her around, pulling her back flush against him. She could feel his nakedness pressing against her through the thin, slick material of his silver robe.

"Don’t disappoint me by dying," he whispered sexily right against her ear.

Before the girl could even register his words, Jasper shoved her hard. She pitched forward, crashing headfirst into the basin of regular water.

She panicked, planting her hands on the rim to push herself up, but Jasper’s hand clamped down firmly on the back of her neck. He held her submerged in the water. She thrashed wildly, her legs kicking the air as water rushed into her nose and began filling her lungs.

"Try to breathe," Jasper instructed calmly, watching the bubbles rise to the surface.

After a bit longer, he released his grip and pulled her up by the hair.

The girl fell to her hands and knees on the floor, hacking and coughing up a stream of water. Jasper stared down at her, a deep feeling of displeasure twisting in his chest, though he kept his face perfectly composed.

"Why..." the girl wheezed tearily, looking up at him in shock. "Why did you do that?"

"No questions, my dear," Jasper replied smoothly, reaching down to help her back to her feet.

Standing upright, the Blair finally wiped the water from her stinging eyes and took a good look around the room. She saw the roaring fire. She saw the bubbling acid. Her eyes widened, terror replacing her lust.

"Shhhh," Jasper shushed her gently, pressing a cool finger to her lips. "Don’t be scared. If you are the Blair I am looking for, you will be just fine."

With a swift motion, Jasper pushed her into the basin of boiling hot water.

A blood-curdling scream ripped from her throat. She thrashed violently in the basin, crying out in agony as the boiling water scalded her flesh. She shrieked, begging for her life, begging for someone to help her.

Jasper’s irritation spiked. This was wrong. The evolved human he was searching for was made to survive a world of beasts, designed to live in the most extreme environments on the planet. He wanted her. He wanted to find her so badly. But watching this pathetic creature scream, he wondered if he actually had the patience to test every single one.

This girl was obviously not her.

I might as well enjoy myself, Jasper sighed internally. He knew he couldn’t kill all of them today. So many dead human girls would definitely draw the unwanted attention of the academy faculty.

He reached into the steam and pulled the screaming girl out of the boiling water. Her body was a bright, angry red, burned like a cooked shrimp. She collapsed onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

"You’re not the Blair I’m looking for," Jasper told her with a sigh. "But I’m sure you’ll make it up to me."

"Please!" the Blair sobbed loudly, clutching at his silver robe. "Please, please don’t kill me! I’ll do anything!"

Jasper hummed thoughtfully, tapping his chin. "Choose a number less than seventy-five."

The Blair gasped through her tears, her mind scrambling to play along with whatever twisted game he had just proposed.

"Seven!" she cried out, desperately hoping the lucky number would save her life.

Jasper smiled sweetly. He crouched down, gently patting her wet hair.

"I was thinking sixty," Jasper told her softly. "You’re too far off. Unfortunately, you lost... so you have to die."