A Milf stares into the Abyss
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"Damn, that's a nice ass. Oho... is it just me, or does she look absolutely delicious?"
Damien muttered under his breath, his eyes locked on Ms. Annabelle. There was something about her that went beyond just her physical appearance. She smelled incredible... an intoxicating scent that seemed to pull him in. It was so alluring that he could even see a bright red aura radiating from her, almost like a shimmering mist.
Strangely, he found himself craving that aura more than the thought of intimacy with her. It was as if it called to him on a primal level.
Thankfully, Lilith's voice chimed in, answering his unspoken question.
『That red aura you're seeing is her life force. The fact that it's so potent means she's fated to live a long and prosperous life. In fact, why don't you use your Divine Eyes to see her personal information? After all, no secrets can be hidden from you』
Damien raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"I see... Very well, then!...
He said, but quickly questioned once more.
"But... um... how do I use these Divine Eyes though?"
Damien asked Lilith, and upon asking this, the reply given was as followed.
『Just look at her intensely, as if you're trying to look into her very soul... That's all it takes』
"Is that it? Alright, let's give it a try."
"Is that it? Alright, let's give it a try."
Damien said, his voice tinged with curiosity.
Focusing his gaze on Ms. Annabelle, he stared at her with unwavering intensity. Almost immediately, a massive screen materialized above her head, displaying a wealth of information about her. The details were laid out clearly, as if the world itself were revealing her secrets to him.
『Character Information』
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║ Name: Annabelle Margret Finnan ║
║ Age: 37 ║
║ Race: Human ║
║ Occupation: School Nurse ║
║ Gender: Female ║
║ Alignment: True Neutral ║
║ Three Sizes: 85-58-80 ║
║ Life Span: 82 ║
║ Hobbies: Reading, Traveling ║
║ Sexuality: Bisexual ║
║ Preferences: BDSM, Domination ║
║ Dislikes: Work, Husband, Vice-Principal, Insects ║
║ Interest: 0 ║
║ Current Thoughts: "I just want the day to finish so I can go home and relax." ║
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『Attributes』
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║ Charisma: 2.48 ║
║ Vitality: 3 ║
║ Intelligence: 2 ║
║ Wisdom: 2 ║
║ Luck: 1.97 ║
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『Visual Enhancements』
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║ HP Bar ║
║ HP: [██████████] 100% ║
║ Alignment Indicator ║
║ Alignment: [⚪⚪⚫⚫⚫] Neutral Good ║
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Upon gazing at the flood of information before him, Damien was utterly shocked. These eyes, these divine eyes...could access any information of a target just by looking directly at the said thing in question. It was insane, almost godlike. Wasn't this the power of an all-knowing eye? The sheer potential of it made his mind race.
Of course responded to his thougths, as she said.
『Yes, my liege. With those beautiful pink eyes of yours, you can even read the deepest thoughts of anyone you desire』
Lilith's voice echoed with clear pride and amusement to Damien initial thoughts.
"Fucking awesome!"
Damien muttered, a twisted grin spreading across his face.
However he soon began to ponder about something else, as he inquired.
"But tell me, Lilith, are we alone in this room? As in is it just us?"
『Yes, my lord. You are completely alone with her』
"How convenient."
Damien sneered, his tone was that of glee.
"It's like I own her already. I know everything about her just by looking. Hahaha... this power is unreal. Unreal I tell yaaa... hehehe... I wonder... can I dig even deeper?"
He asked himself, of course he began to push his limits, see how he can go with these eyes.
And wthout waiting for an answer from Lilith, Damien plunged deeper into the fabric of her soul and mind. Her memories surged into his consciousness like a tidal wave, raw and unfiltered. And what he saw made him recoil—not out of disgust, but out of sheer amusement. This woman, this milf, was a walking cliché of degeneracy.
'She is a fucking slut alright, so the rumors were true!'
Damien said to himself, holding his crotch as if already picturing this size queen beneath the weigth of his members.
She'd been a cheerleader in middle school, sure, but also a part-time prostitute, selling herself to teachers for quick cash. A former but reformed school bully, a former manipulator, and a serial cheater. Her favorite color was purple, her blood type A-, and her favorite movie? Fifty Shades of Grey. Of course. Her greatest fear? A near-death experience from a poisonous spider bite when she was a child.
But the fuck part was this? Her body count... Fifty-three men... Fifty-fucking-three.
What was even more fucked up was that her husband was number twenty-five, which meant she'd cheated on him twenty-eight times since they'd been together. At this sight Damien couldn't help but laugh inwardly.
'Hehehe...heheheh... How disgusting, she is really only good for a quick meal.'
Said Damien in his head.
"Eugh... what a fucking trainwreck though."
As he pondered this, he noticed movement. The meal was coming to him. Ms. Annabelle, her face pale and fear-stricken, was approaching with a knife clutched tightly in her hand. Her hostility was palpable, though Damien couldn't care less.
"Hmmm... well, well."
Damien mused, his grin widening into something like a beast on it's hunt.
"The prey's coming to me. Might as well give her a little scare before I feast."
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As Anabelle walked through the hallway, her heels clicking softly against the tiled floor, she let out a heavy sigh. The day had been exhausting, and she was eager to return to the quiet of her infirmary office. She fished out her keys, the familiar jingle a small comfort as she prepared to unlock the door.
"This school never changes... although some good looking young meat is present nonetheless."
She muttered under her breath. It had been four hours since the school day started, and she'd already treated seventeen students. The latest was a girl who'd been stabbed in the stomach with a box cutter during a fight.
Anabelle had managed to stop the bleeding, but the girl needed professional care, her stomach had been pierced, after all. An ambulance had been called, but the incident left Anabelle drained.
This wasn't a school anymore.
It was a juvenile detention center masquerading as an educational institution. Fights broke out daily, students robbed each other, and worse... rape wasn't uncommon. The place had become a cesspool of delinquency, a far cry from the school she'd graduated from twenty years ago.
"God, I just want to go home."
She thought, rubbing her temple.
"Maybe watch a movie or go out with friends. It's not like my husband will be around, he's stuck in China for work until next year."
As if on cue, her phone vibrated against her chest. She set down her first aid kit and pulled it out, glancing at the screen. It was a text from her daughter, Roshana.
Roshana: I won't be home tonight. Don't wait up.
Anabelle sighed. This was the fourth time this week Roshana had sent the same message. Her once sweet and caring daughter had turned into a rebellious mess. She didn't even call her Mom anymore.
At the moment Anabelle typed a quick reply.
Anabelle: Ok.
Right after that she slipped the phone back into her coat pocket, unlocked the infirmary door, and stepped inside.
The room was quiet, as usual, but something felt... off.
Anabelle couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't alone. It was that eerie sensation of being watched, like a predator lurking in the shadows, its eyes fixed on her. A chill ran down her spine, and she instinctively reached for the knife she kept in her purse for protection.
It was not uncommon for student to sneak into the room.
"Hello... is anyone there."
She called out.
The feeling was unnerving, like all her secrets were being laid bare. She glanced around, her eyes darting to the corners of the room. Nothing seemed out of place, but the weight of that invisible gaze only grew heavier.
She approached the bed where a student had been resting earlier. A girl named Bianca had brought in an unconscious boy who'd hit his head during class.
He'd been out cold for hours, and Bianca had stayed with him for a while before leaving. Anabelle pulled back the curtain, half-expecting to see him still lying there.
But the bed was empty.
Relief washed over her.
"Haaaaa... thank God."
She whispered, letting out a shaky breath.
"I must be imagining things. Maybe he woke up and went back to class."
Just as she began to relax, the sound of the door clicking shut behind her made her freeze. She turned slowly, her heart pounding in her chest. Standing there was the boy from earlier—the one who'd been unconscious.
But something was... wrong.
He was naked, his body eerily still, and his eyes glowed with an unnatural light. In his hand were her keys—the ones she'd just used to unlock the door. And then there was it—his erection, thick and menacing, jutting out like a weapon. Anabelle's breath hitched as she instinctively raised the knife, her voice trembling.
"What the hell are you doing?" she demanded, her voice barely above a whisper.
The boy—no, thing—smiled, a twisted, predatory grin that sent shivers down her spine. "Isn't it obvious?" he said, his voice dripping with malice. "I'm here to fuck the living daylight out of you. And if you're not loose enough, I'll come back tonight and fuck the night light out of you too."
Anabelle's stomach churned. She backed away, grabbing a pair of scissors from the table beside her. "Stay back, you perverted scum!" she shouted, her voice cracking. "Don't you have any decency?"
His grin widened, and he took a step closer. "Hard way it is, then. That's more fun for me anyway."
Before she could react, he flicked off the lights, plunging the room into darkness. Anabelle's breath came in short, panicked gasps as she swung the knife blindly. "Where are you, you bastard?!" she screamed. "If you don't stop, I'll scream! Do you want to go to jail for raping a married woman?"
Silence. Then, out of nowhere, something grabbed her from behind. She tried to stab at it, but her wrist was caught in an iron grip. Another hand yanked the scissors from her other hand, leaving her defenseless. She struggled, but he was too strong.
"Let me go! Let me go!" she screamed, her voice raw with fear.
But her cries were cut short as something long and rope-like wrapped around her neck and mouth, silencing her. She felt something hard pressing against her backside, and her stomach turned. Then, in the darkness, she saw it—a pair of glowing pink eyes, slit like a serpent's, staring back at her. They were inhuman, otherworldly, and filled with a hunger that made her blood run cold.
Her mind raced, but all she could think was one thing: What the hell are you?