My breath was still ragged as I looked down at my stepmother, who had just finished servicing me. My hand stroked her disheveled golden hair. "Good Mom."
Delilah turned her face away, her lips pursed in unconcealed disgust. Seeing her reaction, I couldn't hold back a smile.
"Mom, remember this," I said. "If you have even the slightest malicious intent in your heart to hurt me when you want to do something, don't do it. This is an order!"
Instantly, Delilah's body stiffened. I could see the last shred of hope for freeing herself crumble in an instant. And immediately, that notification appeared:
[Domination over Delilah increased to 21%]
Five percent at once. Incredible. Last night, I had to fuck her for hours just to raise it a few points.
My guess was right—shattering her hope and breaking her psychologically was very effective.
