Gabrielle's POV
After posting that explosive headline about the Earl's unsavory deeds and bizarre proclivities, he quickly earned the ire of many, including those he had wronged, like Baron Fritz and numerous others. It turned out that the Earl had countless victims, his grubby hands having violated many, yet he faced no consequences due to his high status.
The Earl had meticulously crafted a reputation for being kind-hearted, revered as a noble due to his love of farming and camaraderie with his farmers. This carefully maintained facade ensured no one suspected the truth: that the seemingly benevolent Earl was actually a twisted rapist who murdered the women he had assaulted.
The revelation of his heinous acts sent shockwaves through the community, shattering the illusion of his nobility.
It was challenging to bring the Earl down, given his sterling reputation. Earl Teliu Graid was considered a good-natured man by many, leaving me with no dirt to exploit. I needed concrete proof—absolute, undeniable evidence, preferably an admission from the Earl himself.
The moment that headline was published, Earl Graid's life, career, and position crumbled. The power of the smartphone was undeniable. People with smartphones had instant access to headlines, and immediately, everyone knew about it. The internet access that our tech department had implemented played a crucial role in making news and information spread quickly and widely.
I did a good job bringing the nobles down from their glory, if I do say so myself. Once I get back to Leonamon, I'll have Master reward me for a job well done. I want it in my ass this time. Ahh, just thinking about it makes me wet.
As I entertained that thought, I laughed out loud. Isabelle, who was beside me, looked confused at my sudden outburst. I ignored her. The reason I was laughing was the thrill of throwing these corrupt nobles to the wolves. It was honestly surprising how much I'd changed into such a devilish woman.
I used to crave civility more than anything, the type to scold someone for even the smallest litter on the road.
Now, I was the kind of woman who concocted plans to bring down nobles who would be a stain in Master's eyes once he took over this kingdom.
It's not that I didn't want this change in me. In fact, I was thrilled by it. I've got to thank Master for turning me into this.
"Now then..." I said with a smirk. "Who should I play with next?"
There was a long list of nobles I wanted to take down. Master had also given me names of nobles he wanted crushed. However, he left one noble house untouched, even though the head deserved to fall. He said he wanted the wife to rule the house. I have no idea why, but if Master wants it, then that's how it will be.
Because of this incident, the former Duke would face immense difficulty finding another buyer for his daughter. None of the other nobles, save for his depraved associates like Earl Graid, would dare to associate with him again. They knew that doing so would invite the kingdom's wrath.
I gave him a sly tip, though. I whispered, via anonymous message, that Leonamon was willing to buy his daughter—as a sex slave. Just imagining her haughty demeanor crumbling before Master made me shiver with excitement. This move would not only further degrade the Duke but also aid Master in conquering that little bitch.
Maybe it's time for me to confront her.
"Then, buy her," he commanded, his finger aimed squarely at Charlotte. She trembled under his gaze, a mixture of fear and uncertainty swirling in her eyes.
"Very well," Amon responded, her agreement coming surprisingly easily. It was almost unsettling how quickly she yielded. "And what's the price for this beauty?"
Without a moment's hesitation, the man declared, "100,000 gold coins."
Amon's smile widened, a hint of anticipation in her eyes. "Very well," she declared once more, her readiness evident.
Normally, one would hesitate at such a price. We were talking about 100,000 gold coins here, the most coveted currency in the world. To put it in perspective, in my previous world, 1 gold coin would likely be equated to 1 million yen. Converted to dollars, that's over $6,000. So, Duke Sierra was essentially asking for around $6 billion.
That was an astronomical sum, enough to build an entire manor from scratch.
The man's eyes widened at the figure, his greed palpable in the air. With a nervous gulp, he stammered, "N-No, how about we make it 120,000 gold coins? No, 150,000 gold coins?" He was shameless enough to ask for even more.
"I'm sorry, but that's the limit. Anything beyond 100,000 gold coins is off the table," Amon declared firmly, refusing to indulge the man's shameless antics.
The Duke clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Fine then, if 100,000 gold coins is all you'll agree to, so be it," he grumbled.
With the realization that further negotiation was futile, he begrudgingly acquiesced.
"Very well, I'll make arrangements for the payment for this woman. Follow me," Amon announced, rising from her seat and motioning for them to leave the room. I watched intently on the monitor as they exited, the door closing behind them, leaving the office eerily quiet once more.
As pleasure surged through me, I released my load into Maya's mouth. She withdrew my dick and opened her mouth to display the cum, then closed it again and swallowed it down. Opening her mouth once more, she showed me it was all gone.
"Great job," I praised, patting her head. Her adorable ram tail wagged happily. "Let's take a break and wait for Amon to finish preparing Charlotte before we move on to the next round," I suggested.
With this, I would begin to assert my dominance over Charlotte's body. I would introduce her to pleasure and pain alike.