Taming SSR And UR RANK Superwomen-Chapter 10 — The Heroine of Fortune

After successfully domesticating Selene, she woke up once the sedative wore off. Her light blue eyes opened weakly, staring up at Thomas’s face. Immediately, she panicked and recoiled against the concrete wall.

"What did you do to me?! Stay away from me! Help!"

"Wait, you’re misunderstanding—don’t scream!"

An oppressive sensation made Selene shudder, forcing her to shut her mouth. She felt an energy gathering in her chest and quickly lowered her head.

’What was that?’ she wondered in fear.

Thomas watched her, equally surprised. Both of them analyzed the situation from their own perspectives.

Selene was the one who spoke, her voice heavy as she lifted her head, still sitting on the floor.

"W-what did you do to me?"

’What am I even supposed to tell her?’ Thomas wondered. ’Should I be rough and demand obedience, or explain everything? Could a man even have a gift like this? It’d be way too suspicious—and it might get me into trouble.’

"Answer me!" Selene demanded.

Thomas looked at her and replied with the first thing that came to mind.

"I’m not trying to hurt you. I just want to use your gift for something specific. I need to solve my financial problems, and I need your help."

"And you thought it was fine to attack me from behind like that?" she asked, her brow twisted in anger.

Thomas observed her frightened posture against the wall. She clenched her teeth as she looked at him, never taking her eyes off the "unstable" label displayed next to her body.

’Being nice probably won’t work...’ he sighed before standing up.

"Get up," he ordered, his expression hardening.

Selene felt that pressure in her chest again and obeyed. When she managed to stand, keeping one eye shut from the effort of resisting, she spoke.

"W-what is this power...? M-my body..."

"Listen carefully. I don’t intend to hurt you, but I’m going to use your power to fix my problems, whether you agree or not."

"Y-you sick bastard..."

"From now on, you are forbidden from talking about me to anyone else. You can’t complain or make any reference to our contract—whether written, verbal, through gestures, or with any intent to expose me."

Selene forced a tense smile, her brows furrowed.

"Heh... for a man, you sound awfully confident that I won’t resist."

"You can’t resist. Your gift is luck, right?"

"Huh?"

"Your fortune brought you to me, and even though I’m making you obey, I have no intention of hurting you."

’In reality, I don’t have any proof to back that up—but it’s a gamble.’

Selene was confused by his words and lowered her gaze as she thought everything over. Thomas curved his lips into a sideways smile when he noticed her reaction; he could tell he had planted doubt in her mind.

’Looks like this girl really trusts her gift. So I guessed right, huh?’ 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"I... no. My gift is enhancement," Thomas lied. "As long as you’re under contract and obey me, I can indirectly enhance your gift. Now, Selene... give me your phone number."

Selene felt that pressure again and moved her right hand to the pocket of her black skirt with purple trim.

’M-my body...’

She pulled out her phone, one with a pink case and a white bunny keychain hanging from it.

"865..."

’My mouth is moving on its own.’

"371..."

’Why? Why can’t I stop it?! I don’t want to give it to him! I don’t give my number to strange men!’

"3331."

"Good. I’ve saved it. From now on, you’ll reply to every message I send, answer my calls, and if I need you in person, you’ll come to me no matter where you are. Don’t worry—I won’t abuse your time. I’m just dealing with urgent matters."

’I’m putting it this way so she understands, but I’ll be more flexible with her later.’

Selene looked at him with anger, almost with disgust and contempt. She had so many things she wanted to say, but the obedience imposed by the domestication prevented her from expressing herself properly.

She lowered her phone and remained silent. Thomas knew he was crossing moral lines and pushing past boundaries that might have allowed them to get along; still, he spoke:

"Selene, how old are you?"

The girl with light blue twin ponytails grabbed her elbow, hugging her stomach, and looked away.

"Nineteen..."

Thomas’s eyes widened in surprise.

’Nineteen?! Her?! But she looks sixteen! Well, maybe seventeen... Her height probably doesn’t help either—she’s below average.’

"May I see your ID?"

Selene frowned and snapped back angrily.

"How far do you plan to invade my privacy?! Stay away from me, you creep!"

Thomas slowly exhaled and rephrased his words, keeping his tone calm.

"Give me your ID."

The pressure forced her to obey. She handed him her wallet, and Thomas confirmed it. She was of legal age—and only five months younger than him.

"So you’re basically my age. Alright, thanks, Selene. Here you go."

He held out her ID, but Selene snatched it from his hand. Thomas didn’t take it personally; he knew she was angry.

"Alright, you can go. I’ll text you later and explain what we’re doing tomorrow. You can hate me all you want or tolerate me—I don’t care. As long as you help improve my quality of life, I don’t mind putting up with your complaints and fixing your problems."

Thomas turned around and walked away. Selene watched him suspiciously from behind until she finally dropped to her knees, supporting herself with her hands. Helplessness washed over her, leaving her unable to refuse or fight against his orders.