After a lengthy and awkward couple of minutes where I contemplated giving the redhead, whose name I learned to be Fionnuala, or Fio for short, the Jennifer treatment, we eventually parted ways with her and went downstairs to check out of the Hotel.
From there, I knew I’d have a minor issue with what came next…introducing my Father to my new slave. Since I by no means had brainwashed my Father and had only given him some slight nudges with my Coersion skill, I didn’t doubt this was going to be an annoying and tedious conversation, so instead of going the original route, I began sending subliminal messages to my Father with Telepathy.
’Jennifer is giving us a ride to the airport and joining us in London.’
’You’ve known her for years and have been penpals for at least a decade.’
’You see nothing wrong with her coming with and even encourage it, and you are thankful that she is giving us a ride.’
Those were the three lines I was continuously repeating in my Father’s mind as we stepped out under the entrance of the Hotel and walked towards the parked Ford, where a nervous Jennifer could be seen smoothing out her outfit.
"Ah, Jennifer, so good to see you; I hope you’ve been well.’ Without missing a beat, my Father took charge and walked over to my slave, giving her a friendly hug and conversing with idle small talk.
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Meanwhile, I completely ignored the interaction and continued spewing my nonsense through Telepathy while getting into the back seat of the car and putting on my seat belt.
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The drive to the Edinburgh Airport was relatively quiet, with only a few short bursts of conversation between the two adults, leaving me alone to my thoughts in the back seat as I closed my eyes, entered my imagination library, and busied myself by going through all the documents I had gotten the night before from Jennifer.
While I already knew the contract inside and out, it was slightly interesting to see the different variations on what would eventually become the first Henry Potter book.
Misspelling and Grammatical errors aside, names were different, and even the big plot twist at the end was vastly changed from what I knew, making me wonder how often rewrites like this had occurred in the other six books.
On this thought, I even went so far as to pull out my mental version of the finished book from the Origin Timeline and compare them word for word, and to say it was different would be an understatement.
The original draft was a full 200 pages longer than the finished product, and certain characters were radically changed in the end; for example, the main antagonist and rival of the MC, Draconis Mayfloy, actually replaced Rowan Westly, replacing the lovable, goofy sidekick, who in turn was more of a background character.
Still, even once I had finished my read-through, I had to admit the changes were overall way better, and the finished product was LEAGUES ahead of the many rough drafts…which was technically how it was supposed to be in the first place.
Sometime later, I opened my eyes and found myself being carried by Jennifer as we walked through the entrance of the Airport, and I nearly killed her then and there for believing she was privileged enough to hold me so tenderly as if my mother.
Luckily for her, I still needed her for now, so she got off easy this time, with me only sliding a hand into her blouse under her bra and grabbing hold of her nipple so tightly that she almost screamed in shock, pleasure, and pain.
’Bitch, the next time you fucking decide to touch me without my permission, you better prepare yourself to be pissing and shitting blood for a month because of how much damage I will do to you.’ I growled through Telepathy, causing the woman to shudder and nearly drop me on the ground in fright.
Was it a slight overreaction on my part, maybe, but did I care? Not one bit. Jennifer was my slave, my property. I could do with her as I pleased, and the best part was, no matter how rough on the woman I could be, she would feel insane pleasure along with the pain; hell, I could practically smell her going into heat due to my abusive words, but that mattered not to me as I freed myself from her grasp, then walked up to the ticketing counter.
Shooting one last glare at the no-doubt-moist Jennifer, I spun my backpack onto my chest, pulled out three tickets, and jogged up beside my Father before slipping them into his back pocket, where he would typically shove them in the first place.
"Dad, the tickets are falling out…" Reaching up and tugging on the sleeve of his suit jacket to get his attention, I played my little act off as if being a concerned child, to which I got a head pat and watched my Father remove the tickets from his back pocket to hand them to the clerk behind the ticket counter.
Behind me, Jennifer finally caught up, with her identification in hand, and when it came her time to present it to the clerk, she did, but as she passed me, I could see that the horny woman was subtly rubbing her thighs together, making me frown in disgust.
’Literally ANYONE ELSE,’ I thought before hopping forward like a kid and putting my suitcase onto the bag scale for weight measurement.
"Wow, such a handsome young man, and very smart too; I didn’t even have to ask, and he’s already presented his bag to me." The clerk, an elderly woman with an easily forgettable yet friendly face, chirped in amazement.
"Heh, my son’s a smart boy; he definitely got it from me, instead of his mother, along with his good looks," My Father, the king of cringeworthy and cheesy lines, mused while patting my head again, making me sigh heavily and blink with dead eyes.