System S.E.X. (Seduction, Expansion, eXecution)

Chapter 72: Chapter 72: A Call from Laura

Jason drove the BMW out of the financial district, merging smoothly onto the highway. Ethan, now officially a multi-millionaire with a Black Card and a submissive new agent, felt the weight of his old life finally lift.

He was examining the two identical Pinnacle Black Cards Lena had given him when his secure device vibrated. The caller ID showed an unlisted number from the MIT area.

”Answer that, Champion,” the System immediately urged. [It’s the secretary who showed you her ass! She probably wants a piece of that glorious cock you were dangling in her face!]

Ethan rolled his eyes internally. He tapped the screen, putting the device to his ear. ”Hello?”

Laura’s voice was clear, slightly breathless, and deeply alluring. ”Mr. Blake? This is Laura. Dean Sinclair’s secretary. I hope I’m not disturbing you?”

”Not at all, Laura,” Ethan replied smoothly. ”Did you manage to find the pen you dropped?”

Laura laughed—a knowing, sultry sound. ”Oh, I found the pen, Mr. Blake. And a few other things.” She quickly shifted gears, adopting a professional tone that was completely unconvincing. ”Listen, the Dean asked me to call. When you left earlier, the paperwork for your specialized access was finalized, and you unfortunately missed the start of the semester. You need to report tomorrow.”

”Tomorrow?” Ethan confirmed. ”Understood.”

Laura: ”Yes. When you arrive, please come straight to the office, before class begins. I need to give you your student ID, the keycard for the lab, and a few official documents.”

”I’ll be there,” Ethan promised.

There was a pause, and then her voice dropped, becoming conspiratorial and husky. ”Now that the official stuff is out of the way... If you arrive about an hour before the regular campus start time, the reception area is completely empty. Maybe we could have some fun, just a little, while you wait for your paperwork.”

The System cackled in Ethan’s head. [YES! The whore wants to get fucked! See, Champion? You just need to show off the goods and they flock to you!]

Ethan chuckled softly into the phone. ”I’ll be there, Laura. Don’t worry. I wouldn’t miss it.”

Laura: ”Perfect. See you bright and early, Mr. Blake... or should I say, Ethan.”

She hung up, leaving Ethan with a satisfied smirk.

Jason glanced at the rearview mirror. ”The Dean’s office seems quite... enthusiastic about your enrollment, Boss.”

”It seems they all have an urgent desire to personally help me settle in, Jason,” Ethan agreed, leaning back. ”Looks like tomorrow morning will be quite the orientation.”

[You hear that, Champion?] The System demanded. [Two women in that office, two massive asses, and both of them are practically throwing themselves at you! You should lock that door and make them take turns on your cock! Just remember to film it—I need data!]

”Relax, System,” Ethan muttered under his breath. ”I have a class to attend, not a gangbang to schedule. Yet.”

Jason drove them out of the city’s affluent districts and back toward Ethan’s old apartment complex. The change in scenery was immediate and jarring. The complex was a dilapidated ruin—faded paint, cracked asphalt, and overflowing dumpsters.

Jason glanced around, his face a mask of silent scrutiny. He couldn’t reconcile the man who commanded a Black Card and seduced university deans with the person who lived in this pigsty. If he had known that Ethan could barely afford the rent, falling behind every single month, Jason might have fainted, or perhaps he would have understood that Ethan’s life had been just as brutal as his own.

Jason brought the BMW to a smooth stop, quickly exiting to open the door for Ethan. Ethan stepped out, still immaculate in his expensive tailored suit.

The sight of him, clean and powerful, instantly drew every eye. Several neighbors who recognized him—the quiet, poor kid from the third floor—stopped what they were doing. They stared as if Ethan were the most incredible spectacle in the world. People who had never spoken a word to him were now approaching, their faces contorted into false smiles, suddenly wanting to chat as if they had always been friends.

Ethan spat a silent, internal curse: ”Tch, damn bastards. When I needed you, even a glass of water was too much to ask, but now you kneel to lick the ground I walk on. You sons of bitches.”

With a palpable air of annoyance and arrogance, Ethan walked toward his building without stopping. Jason walked rigidly behind him, missing no detail, his eyes darting to memorize the faces of those who had caused his boss pain.

They reached the door, and Ethan started up the grimy stairs. As he arrived at his floor, he stopped dead.

He found two muscular men tossing his belongings out of his apartment door and onto the hallway floor as if they were trash.

Standing outside, red-faced and yelling orders as always, was the landlord a man whose gut preceded him by a full yard.

”Hurry up, you lazy bums! Get this filth out of here! This place needs to be ready by tomorrow! I told that worthless little punk a month ago! He had his chance! Now, every single one of these boxes goes straight into the dumpster!”

The Landlord wiped the sweat from his brow, oblivious to the fact that the ”worthless little punk” was standing ten feet away, dressed in a suit that cost more than him entire year’s rent.

Ethan’s anger, which had been a slow burn all day, finally ignited. He looked at his few possessions—books, clothes, his father’s old work uniform—scattered and insulted.

What enraged him most was that besides simply tossing his possessions, the men were breaking them for fun. The sounds of the workers’ laughter hit Ethan’s heart like physical blows, making him feel utterly destroyed inside. He couldn’t stop a single tear from tracing a path down his cheek.

Seeing this instant devastation in his boss, Jason took a powerful step forward, releasing a crushing wave of killing intent that made the hallway air thick and icy.

[Oh, this is delicious!] The System purred in his head, a digital thrill running through its voice. [Go on, Champion! Break his knees! Make him eat those eviction papers! Show him what happens when you mess with Ethan Blake]