Yandere Levelling in Her World-Chapter 141 - 142: Orders (R-18)

Nina stepped into Ren's room, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. She quickly shut the door behind her and twisted the lock with a click that echoed in the quiet space.

Her face was flushed with guilt, eyes darting around as if someone might burst in at any moment.

Unlike her usual casual jeans and tank top, she was bundled up in a long coat that draped over her body, hiding everything from her neck down to her knees. It was oversized, almost comical on her athletic frame, but there was nothing funny about the way her hands trembled as she clutched the collar closed.

Ren was lounging on his bed, propped up against the headboard with that signature grin of his cocky, knowing, like he owned the world and everyone in it.

His eyes lit up when he saw her, but he didn't move. He just watched, letting the silence stretch until it was almost unbearable. Then, in a low, teasing voice, he said those two simple words. "Show me."

Nina's cheeks burned crimson. She bit her lip, her brown skin glowing under the soft light of the room. Her hands hesitated at the coat's buttons, but she couldn't deny him. Not after everything.

Slowly, she unfastened the top button, then the next, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Ren's grin widened, but he stayed silent, his gaze locked on her like a predator.

With a sudden rush of courage or maybe desperation, Nina shrugged off the coat, letting it pool at her feet in a heap.

There she stood, exposed in the sexiest lingerie Ren had ever seen. It was a black lace set, sheer and barely there, hugging her curves like a second skin. The bra was a push-up style, barely containing her full, round breasts that spilled over the top, nipples already hard and peeking through the thin fabric.

The panties were high-cut, riding up her hips and accentuating her thick, juicy ass that jiggled slightly as she shifted her weight.

Her brown skin shimmered with a light sheen of sweat, smooth and flawless, contrasting beautifully against the dark lace. She was a little muscular, her arms toned from whatever workouts she did, and her abs were visible, six-pack ripples that spoke of strength hidden beneath her feminine allure.

Nina was breathtaking, long legs that seemed endless, a narrow waist flaring into wide hips, and that heavy blush making her look both innocent and utterly sinful.

Ren's eyes widened in genuine surprise, his grin faltering for a split second. "Where did you get this?" he asked, leaning forward slightly. "There's no way you had this lying around."

Nina looked down at the floor, her fingers twisting together nervously. Her voice was a soft mutter, barely audible. "I... I bought it from a nearby shop. It's been a week since you gave me the order so I had enough time, little brother. You've been texting me all these things..."

Ren had been constantly giving her orders ever since he found out about the real Nina. He never invited her to his room before, but today he found the chance because Kyouka went out today to do something for Astrid. It was the perfect chance for Ren.

Ren chuckled, his surprise melting back into that confident smirk. He didn't say anything at first, just stared at her. His eyes roamed over every inch, her perky breasts heaving with each breath, the way her abs flexed subtly as she stood there, her thick ass begging to be grabbed, and that rich brown skin that made her look like a goddess carved from chocolate.

Nina squirmed under his gaze, her body betraying her. She felt a warm trickle between her legs, her love juices starting to drip from her pussy, sliding down her inner thigh in slow, glistening trails. It was embarrassing, but she couldn't stop it. The floor beneath her was getting wet, tiny drops pattering softly.

"Show me something interesting," Ren said finally, his voice casual but laced with command.

Nina blinked, her blush deepening. "What?" she asked in a shy voice, her hands fidgeting at her sides.

Ren shrugged, leaning back again. "I don't know. Show me something interesting. If it's interesting enough, I'll give you a reward."

Nina's mind raced. What could be interesting to this man? He'd already seen her like this, already pushed her buttons over texts.

She bit her lip harder, thinking hard. Then, an idea struck her, something physical, something that showed off her body because that's all she knew. Slowly, she lowered herself into a squat, her legs spreading wide as she went down, then up again. Her ass cheeks flexed and bounced with each movement, the lace panties riding up even further, exposing more of her smooth brown skin.

Her breasts jiggled in the bra, threatening to spill out, the lace straining against their fullness. She was sexy as hell, muscular thighs powering her up and down, abs tightening with effort, her whole body a symphony of curves and strength. Sweat began to bead on her forehead, making her skin glisten even more.

Ren watched, his grin turning into a full smile. "Not enough," he said after a few reps. "Show me something more." Then, under his breath but loud enough for her to hear, he muttered, "You should masturbate while squatting."

Nina's eyes went wide, shock flashing across her face. "Ren... I..." But she didn't protest further. Her body was on fire, and his words only fueled it.

Trembling, she reached down, her fingers hooking into the side of her panties and pulling them aside, exposing her slick, dripping pussy. She was shaved smooth, her folds glistening with arousal.

With a shaky breath, she slid two fingers inside herself, starting to pump them in and out while continuing her squats. Up and down she went, her ass bouncing hypnotically, breasts heaving with each thrust of her hand.

The squelching sounds filled the room, her love juices splashing onto the floor as she masturbated furiously. Her abs clenched, her brown skin flushed with heat, making her look like a erotic vision, strong yet submissive, beautiful in her degradation.

Ren leaned forward, his eyes glued to the show. "You're such a fucking obedient bitch," he muttered, his voice dripping with approval.

Those words hit Nina like a lightning bolt. Her body convulsed, a moan escaping her lips as she squirted hard, her juices spraying onto the floor in a messy puddle. She looked like a wreck, hair disheveled, lingerie askew, face contorted in ecstasy, her muscular frame trembling from the intensity.

Ren chuckled softly. "Come here," he said, patting his lap. "Sit on my lap."

Nina obeyed without hesitation, her legs wobbly as she crossed the room and straddled him, her wet pussy pressing against his thigh through his pants. She could feel his hardness beneath her, and it made her shiver.

"So, what's your story?" Ren asked, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts through the lace.

Nina blinked, still catching her breath. "Is that important now?" she whispered, her voice hoarse.

Ren nodded, his thumbs teasing her nipples. "Very important. Now that you're mine, I should know more about you. So tell me about your story... while I suck your tits."

Nina hesitated, but as Ren pulled down her bra and latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, she began to speak. Her words tumbled out between moans, her body arching into his mouth.

***

The sterile white corridor smelled of bleach and ozone. Misa pressed her back against the cold wall, fingers curled so tight her nails left crescents in her palms. Ten meters ahead, four figures in black hazmat suits wrestled Amanda toward the vertical glass tube that dominated the center of the lab.

The cylinder was already half-filled with pale blue fluid, bubbles rising lazily like trapped ghosts.

Amanda wasn't screaming. She never screamed. Her sharp eyes burned with pure defiance, jaw clenched so hard Misa could see the muscle jumping in her cheek.

One of the guards shoved her shoulder; Amanda snarled and snapped her teeth at her gloved hand, missing by inches. Another guard slammed a baton into the back of her knee. She dropped, but only for a second; before they could pin her fully, she twisted, driving her elbow into someone's throat. The choked gasp echoed.

"Subject is still non-compliant," one of them barked into a comm. "Increase restraints."

Metal cuffs snapped around Amanda's wrists, magnetic locks humming as they yanked her arms behind her back. A collar clicked around her neck next, thin and silver, glowing faintly.

Misa knew that collar; it was a neural suppressor. One wrong move and it would fry every pain receptor at once.

They forced Amanda upright again. Her white tank top was torn at the shoulder, blood trickling down her collarbone from a split lip, but she stood tall, shoulders squared, staring straight ahead like she could burn holes through the reinforced glass with will alone.

Misa's throat ached with the words she couldn't say out loud. Her legs trembled with the need to run forward, to fight, to do anything. But one step out of line and she knew Hiyori would be in danger.

Amanda's gaze flicked toward her—just a flash, barely half a second—but it was enough. A silent message passed between them: Don't. Not yet.

They pushed Amanda's back against the open tube. The blue fluid lapped at her boots. She dug her heels in, muscles straining, refusing to step forward willingly even as they lifted her bodily. Her lips moved. Misa read them perfectly.

I'm not the clone.

The guards shoved. Amanda disappeared into the tube with a splash, fluid rising fast around her ribs, her chest, her shoulders. The glass sealed with a pneumatic hiss. For one heartbeat she floated there, hair swirling like dark fire, eyes still locked on Misa through the distortion.

Then the sedation gas hissed in.

Amanda's eyelids fluttered. Her body went slack against the restraints, head lolling forward. The hard look finally softened, but never broke, even unconscious.

Misa swallowed the sob clawing up her throat. She pressed her fist over her heart, mouthing the promise she couldn't voice.

"Stay strong, Amanda. I'm coming. I swear I'll get you out."

The tube's liquid fully submerged Amanda, as the immersion cycle began. Misa turned away because she knew it was her job to save everyone right now.

She had work to do.