She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother

Chapter 463: Burning Humiliation

Alex stepped out of Dr. Brennan’s office with calm, measured steps.

His clothes were neatly adjusted, his hair slightly tousled but nothing that would draw immediate suspicion.

On the surface, he looked like any other student who had just finished a long, private meeting. But inside, a deep, quiet satisfaction hummed through him.

The taste of victory was still fresh.

He had entered that office as prey in Natalia’s eyes. He had left with the proud succubus thoroughly broken... moaning, begging, and clinging to him like an addicted whore.

The way she had screamed his name, the way her body had convulsed around him, the way she had swallowed every drop while looking up at him with desperate, obsessive eyes... it was deeply satisfying.

A faint, cold smile touched his lips as he closed the door behind him with a soft click.

Progress: 68%, the system had shown.

Not complete yet. But it was only a matter of time.

Natalia was already hooked. One or two more encounters and she would be fully his... body, pride, and loyalty.

The proud succubus who had tried to seduce and drain him had ended up begging for his cum like a desperate whore. The memory of her on her knees, throat bulging, eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she swallowed every drop, brought a dark, satisfied smile to his lips.

He enjoyed this feeling.

The feeling of absolute control.

Turning a dangerous, high-level succubus into his personal weapon for revenge against the Steele family was proving far more pleasurable than he had ever anticipated.

But Alex wasn’t foolish.

He had to be careful.

Natalia was still a succubus... a dangerous predator no matter how broken she had seemed at the end.

He had seen firsthand how effortlessly she could manipulate people. The way Miranda, the university president, had behaved around her like an old childhood friend. The way Ayla had obeyed her commands without a single question. The way she had cleared out an entire office wing and bent everyone to her will with nothing more than a few words and her presence.

He had barely survived her seduction even with his high Mental stat. After tasting his cum, her powers would undoubtedly grow stronger. Her abilities would level up. If he wasn’t prepared, the next time they met she might become far more dangerous... perhaps even strong enough to turn the tables on him.

He couldn’t allow that.

’Before that happens, I need to increase my mental defenses,’ he thought. ’Or acquire proper counter skills. I won’t become anyone’s puppet.’

Natalia was a powerful tool, but tools needed to be controlled.

And he intended to keep her on a very short leash.

Without another word, Alex turned and walked down the corridor, hands in his pockets, his mind already moving to the next steps — how best to use his new "pet" in the long game against the Steeles.

Behind him, the door to the office remained closed.

But he could already feel it.

The game had only just begun.

***

Alex walked down the corridor with calm, unhurried steps, his hands casually tucked into his pockets.

The faint taste of Natalia’s desperation still lingered in his mind... her broken moans, her clinging body, the way she had begged so shamelessly. A small, satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of his lips before he pushed the thoughts aside.

He had more immediate matters to handle.

As he descended the stairs and entered the main canteen area, Alex noticed something unusual.

The usual loud buzz of the university canteen — the constant chatter, laughter, clattering trays, and energetic atmosphere — was almost entirely absent.

The large hall felt strangely quiet, almost subdued. Only a handful of students were scattered across the tables, most of them hunched over books or notes, studying with unusual focus.

The exam pressure was clearly weighing on everyone.

It was a rare, almost eerie sight.

Alex’s sharp eyes scanned the room until he spotted his group in their usual corner near the windows. They were sitting together, talking in low voices while occasionally glancing at their books.

He adjusted his expression into his usual calm, slightly aloof demeanor and walked toward them with steady steps.

Mike noticed him first and raised a hand with a grin.

"Alex! There you are, man," he called out. "I thought you weren’t coming out of that office today."

Danny leaned forward with a curious look.

"Yeah, what took you so long? We’ve been waiting for you," he asked.

Alex pulled out a chair and sat down with them, leaning back casually as if nothing unusual had happened.

"Just had some business with the president," he replied smoothly, his tone giving nothing away. "Anything interesting happen while I was gone?"

As Alex settled in, Mike leaned in slightly and gestured with his chin toward the far side of the canteen.

"Looks like someone’s been waiting for you," Mike said quietly.

Alex followed his gaze.

On another bench near the windows, Marcus Steele and his usual gang were sitting together. They weren’t even pretending to study.

All of them were staring directly at Alex with clear hostility and anticipation... especially Marcus, whose eyes were locked on him like a predator waiting for its prey.

Alex’s lips curved into a cold, confident smirk.

He knew exactly what Marcus was waiting for.

The bastard was probably hoping Alex had failed to get his Hall Ticket, or that something had gone wrong with Miranda. He wanted to see Alex humiliated or disqualified before the exams even started.

Without a word, Alex reached into his pocket and pulled out the official Hall Ticket. He held it up casually between two fingers, making sure Marcus and his group could see it clearly from across the canteen.

The effect was immediate.

Marcus’s expression darkened. His jaw clenched visibly, and the smug anticipation on his face twisted into barely concealed rage. A few of his friends exchanged uneasy glances.

Alex kept the smirk on his face as he slowly lowered the ticket, tucking it back into his pocket with deliberate calmness. He didn’t say a single word. He didn’t need to.

The message was loud and clear:

’You lost.’

Marcus glared at him for a few more seconds, fists clenched on the table, before he finally looked away, seething in silence.

Alex leaned back in his chair, the small victory bringing him quiet satisfaction.

One more piece of the board had moved exactly where he wanted it.

Across the canteen, Marcus Steele’s eyes narrowed the moment Alex pulled out the Hall Ticket.

For a second, Marcus just stared, as if his brain refused to process what he was seeing. The official document was unmistakable... crisp, stamped, and held up casually between Alex’s fingers like a taunt.

His face went pale, then flushed with rage.

’No...’

Miranda had really given it to him.

She hadn’t listened to them. Not to his warnings, not to the pressure from the Sterling family... and worst of all, not even to his own mother.

’How is this possible?’

Marcus’s fists clenched tightly under the table. His mother, Natalia Steele, was not someone people disobeyed. She was a force of nature. When she spoke, people listened.

When she wanted something, she got it. So how the fuck had this nobody, this trash they had been bullying for months, managed to walk out with the Hall Ticket in his hand?

His friends around him shifted uncomfortably, exchanging uneasy glances.

"Bro... looks like he really got it?" Kyle muttered in a confused tone.

"Yeah, didn’t you say he would only get it by evening?" Robert asked, equally confused.

Marcus didn’t respond.

Marcus didn’t respond. His jaw was locked so tight it hurt. His eyes burned with humiliation and fury as he watched Alex tuck the ticket back into his pocket with that calm, mocking smirk.

’That bitch Miranda... she dared to ignore my mother?’

The realization tasted like ash in his mouth. Something had gone terribly wrong. Either Miranda had grown bold enough to defy the Sterlings, or Alex had some kind of hidden leverage they didn’t know about.

Either way, this was bad.

Very bad.

Marcus slammed his hand on the table, drawing startled looks from nearby students. His gang immediately went silent, sensing the storm brewing.

Alex, sitting with his own group, didn’t even glance their way again. He simply continued talking with his friends as if Marcus and his gang didn’t exist.

The dismissal stung more than any insult could.

Marcus stared at him with pure hatred, his mind racing with dark thoughts.

’This isn’t over, Hale. Not by a fucking long shot.’

With a sharp scrape of his chair, Marcus stood up abruptly. His gang quickly followed suit.

Sophia was the last to rise. She paused for a brief second, glancing back at Alex with an unreadable expression, before silently following the others out of the canteen.

Alex watched them leave from the corner of his eye.

Only then did the full picture click into place.

Natalia must have used Miranda to lure me into the president’s office, he realized. She wanted to meet me right before the exams... probably to rattle me, distract me, or ruin my focus completely.

A cold, dangerous smirk slowly spread across his face.

Whatever their little ploy had been, it had failed miserably.

I just hope you were there to see it all, Marcus, he thought with dark amusement. But don’t worry... that time will come very soon.