Chapter 212: Grade SS!

"This is how you bully your lover."

Andrea could only gasp softly in response till her eyes widened and the haze on her mind cleared up.

The heat of the deep, suffocating kiss still lingered on her parted lips, leaving her completely breathless. She blinked several times in rapid succession, her heart slamming frantically against her ribs like a trapped bird.

Slowly, her gaze dropped down to her own body, and realization hit her like a bucket of ice water.

He had dressed her up in the bra already. The dark, delicate cups held her chest securely in place, the straps perfectly adjusted over her shoulders, while the clean white cotton top that belonged to Jenny rested casually in Fredrinn’s large hands.

"Y-You bastard!" She exclaimed, a deep, furious pout instantly forming on her flushed lips.

Her fingers curled tightly into a small fist. She slammed them down, intending to punch his chest and let her burning frustration known to the entire room.

Alas, Fredrinn didn’t even flinch. Moving with effortless, Awakened speed, he easily caught her fist right out of the air.

With a casual twist of his wrist, he guided her hand above her head and pinned it flat against the smooth wall, pressing her firmly until her back arched directly against the solid edge of the wooden dresser.

Her breaths came out in short, ragged bursts. Her skin carried a glowing sheen of sweat from the morning’s exertion, her curves highlighted sharply under the dim light filtering through the suite.

From Fredrinn’s vision, there was nothing sexier than this exact position—a defiant, feisty beauty completely pinned and rendered helpless beneath his frame.

Almost instantly, blood rushed down toward his lower half, waking his little general that was supposed to be taking a short, well-deserved nap after the grueling marathon of their entire night and morning’s ’workout’.

"Hey hey, domestic violence isn’t tolerated here, my little bully," he teased smoothly.

His dark eyes sparkled with wicked amusement. His free hand didn’t stay still either; his fingers danced around her bare sides and waist playfully, taking full, shameless advantage of her physical weakness to coax another soft shiver out of her skin.

Tears of genuine indignation formed against her vision, glistening at the corners of her wide hazel eyes.

"You can’t even wear a bra for me!" She complained bitterly, sniffing as her lip trembled. "I gave you my first time! Didn’t even throw a tantrum over your harem! And this is how you treat me?!"

Fredrinn scoffed lightly at her dramatic lament. Instead of offering an apology, he leaned down, his warm lips brushing against her flushed skin as he gently licked the salty tears right off her soft cheeks.

"Stop the waterworks and check your quest tab..." Fredrinn grinned.

Before she could process his words or formulate another complaint, he parted her hands and deftly slipped Jenny’s white top over her head!

The fabric slid smoothly over her skin. While the top was originally designed to fit Jenny’s taller, leaner build with a comfortable, baggy drape, on Andrea’s curvier frame it stretched taut across her bust and waist. It wasn’t uncomfortably tight, but it hugged every dip of her silhouette perfectly, instantly turning into an undeniably sexy, skin-tight top for Andrea instead!

Her lacey, dark bra was faintly visible through the thin, stretched cotton underneath the cloth, but it was just light enough to stay tasteful without being too troublesome.

"...My oversized top is being used in weird ways..." Jenny commented from the bed, too speechless as Fredrinn’s kinky cross-dressing session was flipped entirely onto its head!

She propped her chin on her hand, watching the scene with wide, bewildered eyes. Not only did Fredrinn not wear the bra, he didn’t end up wearing the top either!

Though, after looking at how the cotton fabric was already stretched sufficiently tight around Andrea’s body, Jenny understood the obvious truth: the delicate stitches would have gotten torn into shredded rags in two seconds if Fredrinn’s broad, muscular torso had tried to squeeze into it for real!

Rose, still lounging lazily across the rumpled comforter, didn’t bother to entertain Jenny’s dry comment.

The demoness was actually still feeling mildly pissed that Fredrinn hadn’t accepted her offer of help with the bra earlier.

If he didn’t reject, it would’ve been her in place of Andrea!

Rose narrowed her glowing pink eyes at his back, quietly taking a firm mental note to make him pin her down and do the exact same thing to her later on.

Uncaring about the quiet chatter of the others, Andrea paused the moment his instruction settled in her brain.

Curiosity was sparked instantly, slicing through her irritation. Her vulnerable, tearful emotions submerged a little as she closed her eyes and called out the status window in her mind.

Ping!

The translucent azure screen flickered into existence right before her field of vision:

[ Host: Andrea Wilson ]

[ Bully Target Slots: 1/1 ]

[ Target: Fredrinn Winchester (Romantic Partner) ]

[ ~Stats~ (Select to Expand) ]

[ Skills: 0 ]

[ Quests (!!!) ]

Without a single moment of delay, she swiftly navigated straight to the blinking quest tab with a focused mental command.

[ Quest. ]

[ Let Them Dig Their Own Grave! ]

[ Requirements: Hold a conversation with the target and ask what sort of tasks the bully system can make the host do. Depending on the answers given by the target, do one of them on the target and play it off coolly as a trial. ]

[ Rewards: Awakening skill – The quality and the grade of the skill will be dependent on the host’s implementation of the task’s requirement. ]

The basic quest outline was identical to the text she had read before. But as she scrolled lower, she noticed several lines of brand-new, pulsing golden additions at the very bottom that didn’t exist before...

[ Host was juked on her first quest! The target reversed the plot! ]

[ The Bully System is feeling ashamed... It offers the host a freebie to improve her chances in the next quest. ]

[ The System has awarded excess rewards... The Rewards are doubled. ]

[ Reward was dependent on the host’s implementation of the task’s requirement... Thinking... ]

[ Chosen task: To make the target cross dress– Ingenious idea. S Grade ]

[ Efforts put into accepting: B Grade (Chose to use emotional blackmail instead of force or power) ]

[ Overall Grade: A ]

[ Due to double rewards... Grade reached: SS! ]