Taming SSR And UR RANK Superwomen-Chapter 62 — Economic Ascension and Aphrodisiac

Chapter 62: Chapter 62 — Economic Ascension and Aphrodisiac

Seraphine was sitting on Catherine’s stomach. Her expression was the same as always, calm, serene, and almost indifferent, but her fists rose and fell with force.

The blow landed directly on Catherine’s face. The room was in complete silence, filled only with the gasps and muffled screams of the mansion’s owner.

Catherine was tied with a thick rope that bound her arms behind her back and her legs together. Her nose was already broken, and blood ran down her mouth and chin.

"P-please...," she murmured with difficulty. She tried to breathe, but choked on her own blood. "S-stop..."

Another punch made her fall silent. Catherine’s head jerked against the floor. She was so close to losing consciousness that she no longer had the energy to complain about the pain. The maids watched the scene with a faint sympathy that even someone like Catherine managed to awaken in them.

Seraphine breathed calmly, as if she were doing something completely ordinary. Thomas watched the scene from a few meters away beside Freja and Ashley. None of them said anything.

But inside, Thomas felt a slight chill.

’Sera...’

The way she struck was cold and methodical. No visible rage, no shouting, just constant blows, as if she were carrying out a task.

Seraphine stopped for a moment. She looked at her reddened and swollen knuckles. The skin was beginning to split.

"Hmm..."

She observed them for a few seconds. Catherine struggled to breathe.

"P-please...," she murmured, half-dead.

Seraphine tilted her head slightly.

"Why should I stop?"

Her voice was calm, with a hint of curiosity. Then she added:

"I’m enjoying this very much."

’It’s scary when she looks so calm...,’ Thomas thought.

Seraphine sighed softly as she stood up. She got off Catherine’s stomach. Looking at her reddened hands, she said:

"I can’t use my fists anymore."

A faint smile of relief appeared on Catherine’s face. Then Seraphine lifted one of her black boots and stepped on Catherine’s head. She let out a muffled scream.

"Agh—¡"

Seraphine pressed harder, rubbing the sole across her face as if she wanted to wipe dirt off it. Then she lifted her leg and stepped down again.

"Ah... this works too," she commented in a calm tone.

The maids were grouped to one side of the room, huddled together, watching the scene in silence. One of them whispered:

"She deserves it..." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Another nodded and gave a response almost like a whisper:

"She treated us worse than animals."

None of them showed compassion. Seraphine continued stepping on Catherine’s head several more times until she finally stopped. She was breathing a little faster now, small drops of sweat running down her forehead.

"Uf... I’ve had enough."

She looked at Catherine; the woman was barely conscious. Her face was completely covered in blood. Seraphine spoke calmly:

"Now you should accept the contract." She turned her head toward Thomas. "Please, master."

Thomas swallowed and approached.

"Alright."

Catherine barely had any strength left, so she accepted quickly. When the blood touched her palm, the system window appeared in front of Thomas.

[SYMBIOTIC ANCHORING COMPLETED]

Entity: Catherine Jackson

Class: INFLUENCER

Gift: Smoldering Summoner

• Summons a colossal serpent capable of using solid surfaces to move while simultaneously covering a large area with aphrodisiac gas to seduce and enchant its prey.

Rarity: SR

Rank: B

Status: UNSTABLE

[BUFFS APPLIED (ACTIVE):]

Domain +1

Reputation +1

→ Effect of Smoldering Summoner toward the Bearer: ACTIVE

[Stabilization Missions: AVAILABLE]

He looked at the statistics. Then he held his chin and thought:

’Aphrodisiac gas? That smoke screen? Even though her gift sounds interesting, it’s SR rarity, pretty disappointing. Compared to the gifts of Ashley, Sera, or Freja, it seems more like combat support.’

He closed the window mentally, sharpening his concentration. After a second, he looked toward Ashley and Freja and asked:

"Do you feel alright?"

"Um?"

"Hm? In what sense?" Freja asked, leaning with one hand on her hip.

"Any alteration in your mood or in your body?"

The two looked at each other. Then Ashley smiled elegantly, closing her eyes as she murmured:

"So that was it..."

Freja understood immediately and added:

"I thought I was the only one. I even started to think it was because of what I was seeing in Seraphine."

"Ha, ha, I thought the same. I told myself: I can’t be that crazy, right?"

"Ha, ha, ha! I had that thought too."

Both of them laughed as they understood the reason why they had been so aroused. Thomas rubbed the back of his neck and looked in Catherine’s direction. He approached her and, looking down at her, ordered:

"From now on you are Seraphine’s subordinate."

Catherine trembled, her pupils barely dilating through the blood. Thomas continued:

"You will obey all her orders. If you disobey her, you’ll be betraying me. So... you’ll be the equivalent of her dog."

Then he quickly checked her financial information online. His eyes widened a little when he saw Catherine’s fortune.

’Holy shit... just ten percent already equals a hundred domesticated women. Damn, even my morals got alarmed.’

The figure was enormous, far more than he had expected. Seraphine had fulfilled her promise about the money very well. Thomas even glanced sideways at Seraphine. She was running a napkin under her armpit, wiping away sweat.

’Sera... with this money, it even makes me want to marry you out of gratitude. You’ll make me fall in love with you.’

"Enjoy your new slave, Sera," Thomas said as he walked toward the exit.

"Wait," Freja said, stopping him and pointing at the maids. "What will we do with them?"

The women immediately tensed, huddling together. Thomas stopped and looked at them.

"...That’s right. I can’t risk leaving them free."

He approached them. The maids backed away in fear until they reached a corner. Thomas raised both hands calmly, speaking in a softened tone.

"I don’t want to hurt you. I just need to protect myself."

"We won’t do anything, we swear!"

"Yes, he’s right! Please, don’t worry about us!"

"We’ll never reveal your name; in fact, we hated Catherine too!"

"Yes, yes! She’s horrible!"

"Yes, let that bitch die!"

Thomas sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, and replied:

"I’m sorry, but I don’t trust any woman. I’ll ask you to accept a loyalty contract; that way I’ll be protected. However, I promise I won’t interfere in your lives. It will only be an oath of loyalty."

Then he added as he lowered his arm and his tone became a little more serious:

"I don’t want to have to beat or torture women who aren’t guilty of anything."

The maids exchanged glances. They didn’t need an extra demonstration. Finally they nodded and, one by one, accepted the contract. Thomas checked their statistics, but none of them were worth it. They were all SR rarity and ranks that, even though the highest was D, were useless to him.

’I suppose that’s why they end up doing everyday jobs.’

After all of them swore loyalty, Thomas issued his orders, as usual. So many restrictions that they would never be able to betray him in any way. In addition, he added that they would also be Seraphine’s subordinates if they wished; but they could leave at any time.

When he finished, he turned around to leave the mansion, but he noticed Ashley and Freja’s composure. Both looked far more agitated than before, their faces flushed and their breathing coming through their mouths.

Freja, discreetly, had her arms crossed, caressing one nipple over her clothes.

’Right, the aphrodisiac.’

When they saw him move, both looked at him with eyes filled with lust and desire. So much so that it felt as if their pupils had turned into hearts. He wouldn’t deny that it intimidated him a little. Even what came out of both their mouths at the same time, with a moan, caused a contraction in his abdomen.

"Master~"

"Master~"