10,000x Rebate System: Every Return Makes Me Stronger

Amon let out a long sigh and rubbed both hands over his face.

The sudden tension in the room was already giving him a headache.

Sidney crossed her arms and glared at him. "Did you seriously bring a prostitute into the house?"

Seraphina’s cold blue eyes narrowed. "Your maid is really undisciplined... and ugly."

Amon ignored both comments completely.

He straightened up and decided it was better to just introduce them properly before things got worse.

"Sidney, this is Seraphina. She’s my girlfriend." He then gestured toward the black-and-orange-haired girl. "Seraphina, this is Sidney. She’s my sister."

Seraphina looked between them with clear doubt. "You two don’t look even a little similar."

"She’s my foster sister," Amon explained. "I was adopted."

Seraphina blinked in confusion. "Then what about the lady I met before?"

"Foster mother," Amon answered. "After my father and Sidney’s father died in a car accident, Ambrosia took me in."

He turned back to Sidney. "Can you give us some privacy?"

Sidney didn’t budge.

The girl walked further into the room and dropped herself onto the edge of the bed with a stubborn expression. "I don’t feel like it."

Seraphina’s gaze drifted down Sidney’s outfit, and her tone turned sharp. "Why are you even wearing something like that inside the house?"

Sidney’s current dress was a short, tight black slip that barely reached mid-thigh.

The thin straps hung loosely off her shoulders, and the low neckline showed a generous amount of cleavage.

The soft fabric clung to her curves in a way that looked both casual and deliberately provocative at the same time.

Sidney shrugged her shoulders making her breast giggle.

"It’s my house. I can wear whatever I want." She then pointed at Seraphina’s naked upper body and lace bra. "Why are you half-naked in my house?"

Seraphina pointed straight at Amon. "Didn’t you just hear him call me his girlfriend?"

Sidney sat down more comfortably on the bed and waved a hand dismissively. "Whatever. Just don’t do any stupid things in here."

Amon sighed again, all the mood that was set and the arousal that he felt were all gone.

Seraphina looked equally tired of the situation.

Though, she knew it wasn’t the right time to start a fight in someone else’s house.

She picked up her discarded shirt and slipped it back on, buttoning it quickly before checking her phone.

"My ride is already downstairs," she said. "Mother must have checked my location."

’....’

Amon shuttered visibly, remembering the warning that her mother gave him.

’...I really need to get stronger just to keep my dick safe.’

Seraphina walked towards him as the boy focused back on her.

Without hesitation she leaned in and deliberately pressed a slow, clear kiss against Amon’s lips right in front of Sidney.

When she pulled back, she gave the other girl a brief, cold glance.

She grabbed his hands as the two of them walked out of the room together.

In the hallway Amon spoke quietly. "Sorry about that. I’ll make it up to you later."

Seraphina smiled softly, a small dimple forming on her left cheek.

"You don’t have to be sorry for anything. You helped me today." She rose onto her toes and gave him one more gentle kiss. "Just stay away from that witch."

Amon nodded his head triedly.

He opened the door for her and watched as she stepped into the elevator.

He waved once as the doors closed, then his smile disappeared the moment she was gone.

He shut the front door, locked it, and walked back into his room.

Sidney was still sitting on his bed with a smug look on her face.

"Don’t bring that whore into the house again," she said.

Amon walked straight up to her, grabbed both of her wrists, and sat down on the bed in one smooth motion.

Before she could react, he pulled her across his lap so that her stomach rested firmly on his thighs.

The short black dress immediately rode up, exposing the full lower curve of her ass and the thin strip of her panties nestled between her cheeks.

"Hey--! What the hell are you doing?!"

Sidney twisted and tried to push herself up, but Amon’s arm locked tightly across her lower back, pinning her in place.

He lifted the thin fabric of her dress the rest of the way and brought his open palm down hard across her right cheek.

Smack!

The sharp sound filled the room.

Her soft flesh jiggled under the impact, and a clear pink handprint began to form almost immediately.

Sidney’s body jerked forward with a startled gasp. "You little--!"

Smack! Smack!

He spanked the other side just as firmly, watching the pale skin bounce and redden.

The short dress had ridden up completely now.

Amon hooked two fingers under the waistband of her panties and dragged them down to mid-thigh, fully exposing her bare ass.

The sudden cool air against her heated skin made her shiver.

Smack!

"Amon, you bastard--stop!"

He ignored her and continued, alternating sides with steady, stinging force.

Each slap landed with a loud, wet-sounding crack.

Her ass cheeks rippled and quivered under every strike, the soft flesh turning a deeper shade of pink with every impact.

Sidney’s struggles grew weaker as the heat and sting built up.

Her breathing turned uneven, and small, involuntary sounds started escaping her throat every time his hand connected.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Amon paused just long enough to spread her cheeks slightly with his free hand.

He exposed the tight, pink entrance between them and the glistening wetness that had already started to form along her inner folds.

He gave both sides several more firm spanks in quick succession.

He watched the way her pussy clenched and fluttered with each sharp impact.

"I’m sorry, okay?!" she finally cried out, voice cracking and thick. "I’ll stop talking shit--just quit it!"

He delivered several more deliberate, heavier spanks.

He made sure both cheeks were evenly flushed, hot, and slightly swollen under his palm.

Sidney’s thighs trembled.

A thin string of wetness had begun to trail down the inside of one leg.

Her voice had lost all of its earlier defiance and now carried a shaky, almost needy edge.

Only when she stopped fighting completely and her breathing had turned into soft, broken pants did Amon slow down.

He left her lying across his lap for a few more seconds, one hand resting on the heated, reddened skin of her ass.

His fingers traced the warm handprints slowly, feeling the residual heat and the way she trembled under the light touch.

Then he finally spoke, voice calm. "Next time you call her a whore, I’m doubling the punishment."

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