Villain Ch 384. Blackmailing
Yora had played her hand with cunning precision, orchestrating a scenario that would ultimately serve her purpose. The threesome she had engaged in with Darren and Liam had been both her weapon and her means of control. In the midst of their drunken haze, she manipulated events to create a video that portrayed their actions as something much darker than reality.
The video she had captured was the very essence of her leverage. It depicted a twisted narrative where they had repeatedly used derogatory language, forcing her into acts she had not consented to. They even called her "B*tch" and "Slut" repeatedly, forcing her to do BJ and unwanted intercourses. The blackmail material was potent, designed to make Darren and Liam cower in fear of its exposure.
Yet, beneath the facade of control and triumph, Yora's heart bore a heavy burden. The physical encounters they had shared had been real, passionate, and unfiltered. The intimate moments she had fabricated for the video had, in reality, taken place, leaving a sense of dirtiness that gnawed at her conscience. But she knew that her drastic actions were necessary to bend Darren and Liam to her will.
"Are you okay?" Her thoughts were interrupted by Mac's concerned voice, pulling her back to the present. As she turned to face him, Yora put on a fa?ade of composure, masking the turmoil she felt within. His genuine worry for her well-being was a stark contrast to the manipulation and deceit she had orchestrated.
With a forced smile, Yora reassured him, "Yeah, I'm okay." Her response was a shield, concealing the true complexity of her emotions and the web of intrigue she had woven to protect herself and achieve her goals.
"Is it because of Allen?" Mac guessed, his brows furrowing with genuine worry. His words cut through the air, and Yora's heart skipped a beat. Allen – the name was like a flicker of a flame in her mind, igniting a cascade of thoughts.
"Allen?" Yora's voice held a hint of confusion, her eyebrows knitting together. "What do you mean?" she questioned, trying to play it off as nonchalantly as possible.
Her gaze shifted, and just as Mac had implied, she spotted Allen standing amidst the other players at the altar. He was surrounded by several female players, his presence seemingly magnetic. Yora's eyes narrowed as realization hit her like a lightning bolt. The puzzle pieces fell into place, forming a picture she hadn't fully comprehended until now. That made her immediately understand why he could get to know those girls.
As Yora observed from a distance, her thoughts swirled in a mix of emotions. The sight of Allen surrounded by other girls stirred a hint of jealousy within her, a feeling she had been suppressing. But beneath that, there was a growing sense of determination – the resolve to maintain control over the situation she had orchestrated.
"Do you want to change the map?" INeedAHotGF's voice was tinged with worry, showing a genuine concern for Yora's feelings.
But Yora was quick to respond, her tone holding a mix of determination and underlying emotion. "No," Yora replied firmly, her words carrying a weight that went beyond the simple decision of staying or leaving the map. It was more than that. This wasn't just about choosing a hunting ground; it was about asserting her presence. She wanted to prove that without Allen, she could get many other men. She hoped that would make Allen jealous.
"But what about your ex?" Lord*Hunter asked, his voice carrying a note of genuine concern. Yora met his gaze and offered a bittersweet smile, her response tinged with a mixture of resignation and determination.
"He's just my ex," she replied, her words carrying a sense of finality. It was as if she had moved past that chapter of her life and was ready to embrace whatever came next. The nonchalant tone belied the complex emotions that might be swirling beneath the surface.
Her gaze, however, wasn't on Lord*Hunter, but rather it was fixed on someone else – Allen. Yora's perception had been keen, noticing the absence of a dedicated healer in Allen's group. That realization presented an opportunity for her, a chance to show her skills and usefulness in a situation that could play to her advantage.
Yora's mind worked swiftly, calculating the steps she needed to take. She wanted to stand out, to prove her capabilities as a remarkable healer.
Arriving at the bustling altar, they seamlessly blended into the crowd of players, each absorbed in their own tasks and conversations. The air was thick with the buzz of camaraderie, and it seemed as though everyone was lost in their virtual lives. Mac wasted no time, immediately setting off to round up a mob for their hunt, his focused demeanor evident.
On the other hand, Yora smoothly made her way towards the group of healers, her intention clear: to connect, to establish a network of support. She engaged in discussions, asking for advice and sharing her own insights, subtly weaving herself into their interactions.
The underlying motive was simple yet strategic – to ensure that her name would surface in a positive light if Allen sought out healing assistance from any of these healers. It was a calculated move, a way to pave the path for herself to be regarded as a capable healer, someone who could make a difference in a battle.
Yora made sure to flex her in-game achievements and assets. She flaunted her impressive skill set, showcasing her upgraded equipment that was the result of Mac's tactical leadership and Greg's crafting prowess (Liam). Her inventory, brimming with a variety of buff potions, stood as a testament to Player_Eater's meticulous preparation (Darren).
Yora realized she had everything she needed to grow in this game as long as she was with this guild.
However, her expectations took an unexpected turn when she glanced over at Allen's group. Instead of diving into the hunting as she had anticipated, they were lounging around, engaging in casual conversations with fellow players. It was a surprising sight, one that defied her assumptions.
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