Chapter 303: The Punishment of the Emberhart Young Master

Lucas stood over the unconscious young master, his expression eerily calm as he worked with methodical precision.The young master's wrists were bound tightly with ropes, his arms stretched above his head and secured to a pole, leaving him suspended and utterly helpless. Lucas checked the knots, ensuring there would be no escape.

[You're really going all out with this, aren't you?] the system chimed in, its voice arrogant, almost amused. [Quite the display. But you've always had a flair for the dramatic, haven't you?]

Lucas smirked but said nothing as he retrieved a small bucket of water. Without hesitation, he threw the cold liquid over the young master's face. The shock jolted the man awake, his body jerking as confusion washed over him. His bleary eyes widened as he realized he was bound and immobilized.

A moment later, confusion turned to anger.

"Who dares to tie me up like this?!" the young master bellowed, his voice laced with fury. He thrashed against the ropes in vain. "Untie me this instant! Do you even know who I am?!"

Lucas stood there, silently watching, his lips curling into a faint smile. The young master's threats, filled with impotent rage, were nothing more than amusing background noise to him.

[Oh, he thinks he's important! How cute!] the system's mocking tone rang out, dripping with arrogance. [I'd love to see his face when he realizes just who he's dealing with. Go on, Lucas, give him a little taste of what's coming.]

Without a word, Lucas pulled a small knife from his belt, its blade catching the dim light as he angled it toward the young master's thigh. His movements were deliberate, almost casual, as if torturing someone was as simple as flicking dust from his clothes. In one swift motion, he plunged the blade into the young master's leg, the steel sinking deep into his flesh.

The young master screamed, his body convulsing violently against the restraints. "Aahhh! You'll pay for this! What are you doing?!"

His face contorted in agony, but his defiance remained. "Do you even know who I am?!" he spat between breaths, his voice trembling with pain and fury. "My father will kill you for this! You're finished!"

Lucas's smile never wavered, his eyes cold and detached. "I'm just someone who wants to punish you," he said simply, his voice eerily calm.

The young master's breath hitched, his anger momentarily giving way to confusion. "Punish me?" he muttered, trying to catch his breath. "For what? I haven't—"

[Oh, spare me!] the system interrupted with a sneer, its voice laced with disdain. [He still thinks he's innocent. Like all the filth he's caused doesn't count. Typical.]

Lucas ignored the system's taunts, reaching into his belongings and pulling out a long, thin rapier, the blade glinting wickedly in the light. He held it up for the young master to see, making sure he caught every detail of the weapon. His smirk widened as he pointed the tip of the rapier directly at the young master's crotch.

The young master's eyes bulged in terror, his voice shaking as the realization hit him. "No… no, you wouldn't dare!" he stammered, panic flooding his features. "You can't do this!"

Lucas's voice dropped to a low whisper, his smile growing darker. "Oh, but I can."

Without hesitation, Lucas drove the rapier deep into the young master's groin, the blade piercing through flesh with a sickening precision. The young master's screams ripped through the air, raw and filled with pure agony. His body thrashed wildly, but the ropes held firm.

The system cackled with glee. [Oh, this is priceless! Look at him squirm! Pathetic!]

The young master's face twisted in unbearable pain, his voice ragged as he gasped for air. "Who… who are you?!" he choked out, barely able to form the words. "Why… why are you doing this to me?!" Stay tuned for updates on мѵʟ

Lucas's expression didn't falter as he leaned in closer, his voice soft but filled with a quiet menace. "I'm just the brother of someone you played with in the past."

The young master's eyes widened, realization dawning on him as Lucas's words sank in.

Lucas stepped back slightly, tilting his head as he surveyed his handiwork, his expression calm and almost clinical. "Consider this your reward," he said, his voice laced with cold amusement. A cruel smile tugged at his lips.

The young master gasped, his breath shaky. "Reward? For what?!" he managed to choke out, desperation creeping into his voice. "I—"

Before he could finish, the shadows around them shifted. A group of girls—their faces haggard, their bodies marked with bruises and scars—emerged from the darkness. Sёarch* The ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Their eyes gleamed with barely concealed rage, each of them trembling under the weight of their anger and suffering. The hatred in their gaze was unmistakable.

The young master's mouth went dry as he recognized some of them. These were the same girls his soldiers had captured, the ones he had treated as little more than toys. He had never expected to see them like this—alive, standing, and filled with an unrelenting desire for vengeance.

Lucas's smirk widened as he noticed the panic rising in the young master's eyes. "Ah, I see you remember them," Lucas said, his tone mocking. "Good. That'll make this more satisfying."

The system's arrogant voice chimed in, its words dripping with mockery. [Oh, look at his face! He thought he could get away with it. So naïve.] It let out a shameless chuckle. [I can't wait to see what they do to him.]

Lucas crouched down to the young master's level, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "This is my second gift to you," he said coldly, his gaze never leaving the young master's terrified eyes. "Be sure to enjoy it."

The girls didn't hesitate. With a unified cry, they descended upon the young master, their faces twisted with fury. Each one carried a blade—crude, but sharp enough to deliver the punishment they had been waiting for.

The young master's body jerked as the first blade slashed across his chest. He screamed, his voice a mix of fear and agony. "No! Stop! Please!" His pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears.

The girls were relentless, their blades cutting into his flesh with precision and rage. Each stab, each slice, was filled with the hatred they had harbored for so long.

Lucas stood back, watching the scene unfold with an almost detached amusement. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as the young master's screams echoed through the night.

[Hah! Listen to him beg! How pathetic.] The system laughed, shameless and delighted. [He thought he could play the master forever. Well, look at him now—nothing more than a pitiful, broken toy.]

The young master's screams grew weaker with every passing moment, his voice cracking as the pain overwhelmed him. His body shook violently, blood pouring from his wounds. Yet the girls showed no signs of stopping. Their vengeance had consumed them completely.

Lucas chuckled softly to himself, his smile never fading. "I suppose this is what you call karma," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

The system cackled. [Karma? This is better than karma! This is divine justice! I have to admit, Lucas, you've outdone yourself this time.] Its voice dripped with arrogant satisfaction. [He deserves every second of this.

Don't you think?]

Lucas's gaze flicked to the system's voice in his mind, his smirk still in place. "I think it's long overdue."

As the girls continued their relentless assault, the young master's body twitched and spasmed, the life slowly draining from him. His eyes were wide, glazed with pain and terror, but there was no escape from the fate he had earned.