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Chapter 116 116 Being In An Illusion
Chapter 116 116 Being In An Illusion
Chapter 116 Chapter 116 Being In An Illusion
Not to mention the hundreds of workers whose livelihoods are tied to it."
Madeline did not like the fact that he hadn't called the estate 'Lord Russell's';
"So what exactly are you saying Lord Fitch?"
"I'm saying a short amount of time will be needed to sort out these issues. If you suddenly decide to reclaim all these assets, you wouldn't just be inheriting the lands, you'd be inheriting the accrued wages of the workers, the accrued property tax, not to mention the logistics involved in running the day to day tasks. . ."
He smiled inwardly- waiting for her to say something.
She had passed her first test by staying calm in the face of his son's provocative outburst. It showed she was well grounded and prepared- but just how grounded was she?
"Lord Fitch," she said slowly, as she picked up her tea cup and brought it to her lips, acting like she had all the time;
"You know what I truly hate with all my heart?" she sipped, watching him for her to land;
"Pretence."
A frown streaked across his face.
Before he could say anything, Madeline jerked her gaze away from him, and for the first time, she looked directly at Paul. The father studied her gaze cautiously, knowing fully well she was up to something, and hoping to uncover it before she did it.
But it was already too late.
Behind him, his nappy headed, hot tempered son was slowly slipping- into an A-class illusion.
Lord Fitch followed her gaze, and winced when he saw the bright eyed look of a dullard on his son's face.
The young lad eyes had significantly widened- glinting in unbelief. His face paled- but not in shock or awe. It was more like disbelief or awe. The arrogant air around him slowly melted into the background. His jaw hung loose- as he drooled like an idiot. Trickles of saliva drizzled down the corners of his mouth- the very image of a posh retard.
"PAUL HONEY???" the mother squawked like a bird; "Are you okay???"
He didn't reply.
His eyes kept glistening as he tilted his head slowly, as if trying to take in a picture only him could see.
Lord Fitch's face stiffened with anger as he watched his son embarrass him by falling so easily for an illusion. He turned his gaze back to the blonde woman in the green dress. Her lax expression, the faraway look in her eyes, and the calm in her body posture- all hinted at the fact ?hat she was bored.
The creases of her eyes stretched as she placed her palm over her mouth to stiffen a yawn- as if she'd done this a million times before and she had all the time in the world.
"Lady Russell. . ." he began; "I suggest you think very carefully about what you're about to do. . ."
His eyes frantically shifted back towards his son;
"Snap out it Paul! You're embarrassing yourself!"
Lady's Fitch's twitched in confusion;
"Howard what's going on?" she turned to her son; "Paul are you alright? You feelin' unwell?"
Instead of a sane reply, an animal-like squeal of delight escaped from Paul's mouth. Both Lord and Lady Fitch's face wrinkled in surprise- triggering a succinct smile on Madeline's relaxed face. She knew what she had done.
While Paul had been barking like a dog, while everyone else had been taken in by his brazeness, she sat with a straight face, sipping on her tea- and summoning a single thread of black smoke.
From below her long flowing dress, the thin wisp of smoke had emerged- hovering silently a few inches off the ground.
Following her will, the wisp of black smoke, flowed from beneath the hem of her gown, slithered under the armchairs, edged under the posh carpets, snaking beneath it all, until it arrived at its target.
Then, once again, it percolated through the seams of the carpet, this time rising upwards, slowly curling behind the lad, riding the length of his legs, to his waist and finally to the back of his head like a thin black serpent.
By sheer force of will, Madeline had left it hanging there as she waited for the right moment.
As soon as she lifted her gaze towards him, the smoke immediately slipped into his nostrils in the fraction of a second. In an even lesser amount of time, it arrested Paul's entire mind with a powerful A-class illusion.
It all began with a single feeling- fleeting, seductive, and intoxicating.
It had washed over him like the scent of a valley full of roses- slowly reeling him in, lowering his mental inhibitions while keeping him on his feet.
Paul blinked his eyes just once- and by the time they opened again, his environment had changed completely. There he was, standing before a large pink featherbed, in a room enveloped by the rich scent of lilies, gardenia and hyacinth.
Staring wide eyed, Paul looked on as the most beautiful creature he had ever seen stirred in the bed.
Still standing at the edge of the bed which was just a few meters ahead of him, a pale complexioned beauty arose from the sheets. Her long blond hair flowed down from her head in rich luscious locs that shimmered like gold. Paul gulped rather loudly when her side profile shifted to face him fully.
She was naked.
Stark naked.
Her massive breasts jiggled freely out in the open as she threw back her shiny yellow hair.? Her long slender arms moved with the graceful fluidness of water, and Paul's jaw dropped as he watched her lower both hands to each boob, lacing her finger on each nipples and twirling in slow circles.
She looked up at him with a knowing smile, and the girl's mouth opened;
"Come." she said.
Paul's legs suddenly began to move. What he didn't know was that he was physically moving as well in the real world.
Suddenly, another girl- equally naked, arose from under the sheets. Her hair was the shade of burned red. The auburn beauty's skin was like milk, and her almond sized eyes burned into him. She sat up straight with her knees up, her pale arms spread out behind her like supportive pillars.
Holding his gaze brazenly, she locked eyes with him, and slowly- carefully, began to part her legs. Paul's heartbeat quickened in his chest. Her knees came undone, revealing a pair of beefy thighs. Her thick thighs also separated, revealing the outline of her tender regions. A short gasp came out as the pink of her vulva showed.
Beside her, another beauty rose up from the sheets. Also blonde, also naked, also smiling.
Like a mouse to a trap, Paul lurched forward- eyes greedy, head spinning, and nose almost bleeding.
In reality, he jerked forward like a retard. Madeline Russell smiled as he hypnotized fuckboy tore out of the living room and raced down the garden path. The mother screamed after him, yelling at him;
"PAUL! PAUL HONEY!! COME HERE THIS INSTANT!!!"
Madeline knew that the best illusions were often grounded in reality.
So, she wickedly manipulated the mother's voice in his head- tweaking it so it could sound like the girls were calling him to 'come here this instant.'