My Cuckhold System-Chapter 101: Do Not Break Her Too Badly, Master
Zu Li opened her eyes slowly as a faint warmth spread across her cheeks.
She realized something that unsettled her even more... she was attracted to him.
His firmness... his immovable confidence in the face of absolute power... his charm... his presence...
She let out a quiet sigh.
"He really hates my guts..."
Outside the car window, the city blurred past.
"I’ll have to make amends."
---
Meanwhile...
Thirty stories above street level, a silhouette stood on the edge of a high-rise building with hands tucked behind their back.
They watched the black sedan move like a shadow through traffic.
The figure’s gaze followed it for a moment before shifting toward the direction of West’s apartment.
A faint voice carried through the wind.
"Interesting..."
The silhouette turned and disappeared into the shadows.
---
Back Inside, Mark stood in the living room, staring at his son.
"What is up with you?"
West exhaled slowly.
"Dad."
Mark rubbed his chin.
"She’s a big shot, West. You know how many people would beg for that opportunity?"
"I know."
"Then why?"
West hesitated briefly before speaking in a softer voice.
"Dad... I’m a grown man."
Mark blinked.
"I can make my own decisions."
He stepped closer.
"Just trust me."
Mark studied him and for a moment, he saw it...
He had spent so many years barely present that he didn’t realize that his son was no longer a kid...
But someone more grounded.
Mark’s expression shifted into pride.
"My son is an awakened."
He laughed loudly and grabbed West by the shoulders, tapping them repeatedly.
"An awakened! Do you know how insane that is?"
West chuckled slightly while Mark’s eyes gleamed.
"I don’t fully understand this world yet. Gangs. Ruins. Power. But I know one thing."
He squeezed West’s shoulder firmly.
"You looked like you knew exactly what you were doing just now."
West nodded.
"I do."
Mark smiled proudly.
"Then I’ll trust you."
He stepped back, still shaking his head in disbelief.
"My son..."
West watched his father walk back toward the kitchen, muttering excitedly under his breath.
...
...
Now that Mark knew, everything changed.
West no longer had to pretend.
No more hiding the subtle shifts in strength.
No more dismissing strange sounds in the apartment.
No more pretending the air didn’t ripple when something from another realm manifested.
Hours after Miss Zu Li left, Mark stood in the kitchen doorway, staring in awe.
Inside the kitchen, Gor’thala moved like she was a professional with her ten feet tall figure and her smooth greenish skin.
Her powerful arms that could likely rip steel apart was currently stirring a pot delicately.
Two elegant tusks protruded from her mouth, curving slightly upward. She wore a black-and-white maid outfit that looked comically small on her massive frame, yet somehow tailored to her proportions.
The frilled apron stretched across her broad torso, and despite her intimidating size, she handled utensils like a trained chef.
She looked incredibly hot and the back of her thick green thighs were on full display due to how short the maid outfit was.
The scent of garlic, herbs, and simmering broth filled the air.
Mark blinked multiple times.
"This... this is real?"
West leaned casually against the wall.
"Very."
Gor’thala turned slightly and bowed her head.
"Good morning, Father of Master."
Mark nearly choked.
"She talks?"
"Yes," West replied flatly.
"And cooks," Gor’thala added calmly.
Mark ran a hand over his head.
"In my kitchen..."
Gor’thala had spent weeks quietly absorbing information from the internet—recipes, cooking techniques, seasoning balances. She had taken to it with the same discipline she applied to combat.
Now she moved from stove to counter with confidence.
On the other side of the apartment, Seraphyra glided across the living room.
Today she had chosen her humanoid form.
Long black and silver hair cascaded down her back as she moved a cloth over surfaces that were already spotless, humming faintly to herself.
Every so often she would flick her fingers, and faint sparks of energy would clean dust from impossible corners.
Mark watched her pass.
"...And that one?"
"Seraphyra," West replied.
Seraphyra paused, turned slowly, and gave Mark a charming smile.
"Good morning, Father of Master."
Mark stared.
"My home..."
He looked around.
One towering green warrior-maid cooking...
One enchanting serpent-woman cleaning...
Both occasionally glancing toward West.
Both calling him master.
Seraphyra drifted closer and tilted her head.
"Master, are things to your satisfaction?"
Gor’thala turned as well.
"Is the seasoning adequate, Master?"
Mark’s head snapped toward his son.
"...Master?"
West shrugged.
"It’s a title."
Mark burst into disbelieving laughter.
"My house has turned into some kind of fantasy drama."
West smirked faintly.
"You’re adjusting well."
"I don’t think I’ve adjusted at all."
Still, Mark couldn’t hide the pride in his eyes.
His son commanded mythical beings and they served him willingly.
---
Later that afternoon, West left to meet Jax at the industrial site.
The abandoned structures offered privacy and space.
Jax was already waiting, frost curling faintly around his fingertips.
"You ready?" Jax grinned.
West nodded.
They trained until sunset. Jax practiced shaping frost constructs while West tested Volt Manipulation, letting thin arcs of electricity dance between his fingers and absorbing them from electrical outputs nearby.
Kinetic Absorption activated when Jax launched a dense ice projectile at him.
The impact thudded against West’s torso and disappeared.
The absorbed force converted into a subtle glow beneath his skin and when he sent a punch out, the force was amplified.
West smiled slightly... first week of training completed... and they were making progress.
---
Sunday arrived slower and Mark had plans.
"Heading to a friend’s party," he explained while adjusting his jacket.
He paused at the door.
"You sure you don’t want to come?"
West shook his head.
"Got things to do."
Mark nodded knowingly.
"Don’t burn the house down."
"No promises."
The door shut and silence settled over the apartment.
An hour later, West’s phone buzzed.
Nina:
~ Can I bring the art pieces over today? ~
West’s lips curved slowly.
~ Sure. I’ll be expecting you. ~
He looked up.
"Gor’thala."
She appeared from the kitchen doorway.
"Yes, Master."
"Prepare a couple of nice dishes."
Her eyes flickered briefly with understanding.
"It shall be done."
Seraphyra emerged from the hallway, smirking.
"Is Master about to engage in copulation with yet another female?"
West shot her a look.
"Mind your business."
She circled him slowly with amusement in her green seductive eyes.
"You are very busy lately."
West turned away.
"Both of you go patrol the neighborhood or something."
Gor’thala bowed and exited through the balcony with a single powerful leap.
Seraphyra lingered a second longer.
"Do not break her too badly, Master."
