Master of Lust

Chapter 115: Rick has the cure

Chapter - 115

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Quest: Help Evelina take over the Bloodthorne family

Time Duration: 3 - Months

Rewards: Cash: $20,000,000; Ero Points: 500,000; Elemental Mastery skill; Harry Potter fan? Ever heard of the invisibility clock? Yes, the one that dumbass had no idea how to use. You will get that, not to cheat death, but to peep on bathing MILFS.

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"Help her take over the Bloodthorne family?" The mere suggestion echoed in his mind, and he couldn't escape the gravity of its implications.

His brow furrowed in contemplation as he mused aloud, "Wouldn't that venerable old lady willingly relinquish control of the family affairs to Evelina once she learns the truth? That girl practically got raped trying to save her." Rick was confused.

As he pondered further, a revelation struck him like a bolt of lightning. "Perhaps the system expects me to expedite the process," he mused, the pieces of the intricate puzzle falling into place. The elderly matriarch, upon awakening, would likely feel compelled to pass the torch to Evelina. However, the road to family command was fraught with peril, and the murky waters needed cleansing.

"The old lady may be ready to surrender, but she will need to pave the way for Evelina, clean house, rid the family of the treacherous rats," he surmised. A shrewd smile played on his lips as he foresaw a timeline stretching ahead, a tapestry of intrigue and manipulation.

"It will take time, perhaps a span of a couple of years," Rick continued, his mind already devising the intricate steps of the impending power play. Meanwhile, Evelina will just have to play the second fiddle all this time."

"This is seriously amazing," Rick mused, relishing the sheer power coursing through his veins. The notion that a single decision could either build up or tear down a formidable family of mythical creatures left him buzzing with excitement. "I owe you one, system," he muttered with a smirk, acknowledging the unseen force that had thrust him into this exhilarating game.

Snuggling into the coziness of the bed, a wide grin stretched across Rick's face. His mind was ablaze with scheming thoughts on how to deftly manipulate the grandmother into bequeathing her vast fortunes to Evelina.

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As Rick stirred from his slumber the following morning, he found the Rabbit already perched beside him, looking all eager. It extended its furry paws toward him, cradling a mysterious dark brown pill.

"Master, here, take this," the Rabbit chirped, its enthusiasm palpable.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Rick squinted at the offering. "What is it?" he mumbled, his voice still carrying the weight of drowsiness.

With a gleam of excitement in its eyes, the Rabbit proclaimed, "Celestial Frostfire Nectar."

Rick had invested in the beast speaking skill before plunging into the enigmatic depths of the Whispering Wetlands. And yesterday, the skill expired, but Rick decided to buy it again. The ability to communicate with the Rabbit proved not only useful but strangely endearing. It had become second nature for Rick to hear the rabbit's voice rather than decipher its cryptic gestures.

The morning sun cast a warm glow across the room as Rick, with a mix of skepticism and amusement, held the celestial frostfire nectar pill in his hand. Its dark, brownish color didn't exactly inspire confidence, and Rick eyed it suspiciously. Turning his attention to his ever-enigmatic companion, the Rabbit, he couldn't resist questioning the source of this mystical remedy.

"Where did you pull it out from exactly?" Rick inquired with a raised eyebrow, a twinge of concern in his voice.

The Rabbit, with an unexpectedly coy demeanor, averted her gaze, ears turning a shade of pink. "You... Master," she stammered, "Surely you know, you shouldn't ask a lady this question."

Rick's eyes widened in disbelief. "What?" he exclaimed, both shocked and amused by the unexpected response. The idea that the Rabbit might have some clandestine method of producing magical remedies was both baffling and strangely fitting for the surreal situation he found himself in.

"Anyway," the rabbit chimed in, her fluffy ears turning a shade of pink as she handed the pill to Rick with a shy smile. "You gotta dissolve this little guy in methanol and have the old lady sip on it. She should be up and about in an hour or so," Rick explained.

And before Rick could wrap his head around the odd instructions or fire off any more questions, the rabbit pulled off a swift disappearing act. Out the window she went, leaving Rick alone with the enigmatic pill.

"Huh?" Meanwhile, Rick was left utterly perplexed first think in the morning. He watched the Rabbit dash off, and then he turned towards the pill in his hand.

A bemused grin played on his lips as he pondered the absurdity of the situation. "Guess you don't ask a lady about her remedy sources. Mental note taken," he chuckled to himself..

Rick thought and got up from the bed. He put the pill on the table without any care and precaution and walked inside the bathroom to freshen up.

With the nectar pill now resting on the table, Rick decided that some personal grooming was in order before dealing with the complexities of magical potions and comatose grandmothers. He strolled into the bathroom, seemingly unfazed by the surreal nature of the situation.

As he freshened up, a myriad of thoughts crossed Rick's mind, "Guess this is what happens when you get mixed up with a dangerous family drama that too with vampires," he mumbled to his reflection in the mirror.

Strolling out of the bathroom, with the towel wrapped around him, Rick's gaze lingered on the pill. He allowed his eyes to dance over it for a prolonged moment, a silent contemplation brewing within him. Eventually, he broke the silence with a resigned exhale, muttering, "It's not like I am going to pop it into my mouth," his trademark nonchalance woven into the words.

Soon after getting dressed, and with the pill now cradled in his palm, Rick swung the door open, stepping into the corridor that led to the old lady's room. As expected, Seventeen stood sentinel outside, an unyielding figure in the grand tapestry of the mysterious setting.

"Hey, Seventeen," Rick greeted with a casual tilt of his head.

"Good evening, sir," Seventeen replied, his voice a monotone melody devoid of any discernible emotion. The lad's countenance remained a mask of stoicism, his gaze fixed on an unseen horizon, as if the happenings of the present held little sway over him. "Do you require something?" he inquired, his words devoid of inflection, as if the very act of conversing was a mechanical routine.

In response, Rick offered a nod of acknowledgment, a subtle signal that he had grown accustomed to Seventeen's unyielding demeanor. "Go fetch Evelina, will you? Let her know it's time," he instructed, his tone carrying a sense of purpose that cut through the enigmatic air.

Seventeen, without uttering a single additional syllable, executed a slight bow, a display of deference that seemed more programmed than courteous. His movements were deliberate, each step calculated, as he turned on his heel to carry out Rick's bidding.

Left alone, Rick took a deep breath, and opened the door for the old Matriarch's room and went inside to wait for everyone else.

A minute or two later, the entrance swung open once more, and Evelina gracefully stepped into the room, Seventeen in tow — silently shadowing her every move. The room began to fill as the ensemble gathered, each member finding their designated space. Jack, his demeanor marked by a well-worn leather jacket, flashed a smirking acknowledgment from a discreet corner.

Michelle, adorned with vibrant hair and an array of piercings, assumed a casually defiant pose, leaning against the wall with arms crossed.

In the familial dynamic, Michelle and Martin's wife exchanged subtle glances, an unspoken language flowing between them, a shared understanding that eluded the rest. Finally, Geoffrey materialized, completing the tableau

The ambiance in the room took on a serious note, thanks to the doctors and nurses bustling about in their white coats, their expressions matching the gravity of the situation.

Breaking through the awkward silence, Rick injected a dose of casual humor, saying, "Finally, the gang's all here. Alright, everyone, thanks for showing up. We are all aware of why we are gathered, right?"

Jack, never one to beat around the bush, retorted, "Cut the crap, Rick. What's the deal? Why did you call us here?"

Rick, adopting an easygoing shrug, replied, "Hey, don't look at me. I didn't ring any of you up, except maybe your daughter. So, if you are clueless, blame your squad of incompetent rats for not squeaking in your ears."

Evelina's frown deepened as she scolded Rick, "Can you stop getting distracted for once?"

Rick, feeling the weight of accusation, complained, "Why do you always blame me? I am always on the receiving end of your family's verbal diarrhea."

An air of tension lingered until Evelina decided to assert control, her voice cold and intimidating, "Enough. Everyone just shut up."

Michelle, attempting to diffuse the atmosphere with her pleasant voice, innocently remarked, "But no one is speaking, dear," only to be met with a sharp glare from Evelina.

"Have you gathered us here for your useless gibberish?" Evelina's expression mirrored the angst that seemed to have shadowed her since her return.

With a triumphant gesture, Rick raised his fist, declaring, "All done."

"Your grandmother's life? It is in my hands."

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[A/N: I completed a milestone yesterday, and Webnovel blocked my book the same day for a whole 24 hours. I hope it won't stop you guys from keeping up the support you guys have shown me.]