My Anti-hero Fairy System

Her pulse spiked, and she instinctively pulled back, retreating into the shadows of the room.

Holding her breath, Cara pressed herself against the wall behind a tall bookshelf, her eyes locked on the doorway. The footsteps grew louder until their owner finally stepped into the study. It was Lucrecia. She strutted in with an air of confidence, as though she owned the place. Cara's lips curled into a frown as she watched the woman make her way to Rudy's desk—her posture both deliberate and provocative.

Lucrecia stood before the desk, running her manicured fingers across the polished mahogany surface. Her movements were slow, sensual, as if the desk itself were an extension of Rudy. Then, to Cara's disbelief, Lucrecia slipped off her red lace panties and tucked them neatly into one of the desk drawers.

'Damn! This bitch,'Cara thought, her irritation flaring.

'This must be where she and Rudy do their business.'

[She seems intent on being the madam of the house,] Hagrit's voice chimed in Cara's head.

'She's that delusional. You know what, Hagrit? I'm so going to screw her in front of Rudy. Both her and Jackie. I want Rudy to see me doing it.'

[Wow! Really? Should I activate this as your third mission?]

'Don't get ahead of yourself, Hagrit. But yes, let's do this.'

[Great!]

[Second Mission (Main Quest): Screwing Rudy's women: Lucrecia and Jackie (Active)]

[Main Reward: 1000 points. 500 for each woman.]

[Skill Reward: .]

[Side Quest: Getting Rudy to catch you in the act (Active)]

[Reward: 500 points.]

[Failure to fulfill missions in the next 7 days will result in system shutdown, and you will be dead in both worlds.]

Yep, I can do this, Cara thought confidently.

[Good luck,] Hagrit added.

Just then, Lucrecia left the study, her sultry demeanor still on full display. Cara waited a full minute, her ears straining to catch the sound of receding footsteps before she stepped out of her hiding spot. She approached the trapdoor again, slid the key into the lock, and turned it. A faint click echoed through the room as the door creaked open, revealing a ladder that descended into the darkness below.

Cara climbed down carefully, her movements deliberate as she entered what appeared to be a large underground cellar. The scent of aged wood and alcohol hung thick in the air. Rows of dusty wine bottles and whiskey barrels lined the walls, some of them older than fifty years. A fortune in liquor, she thought, but her attention was quickly drawn to the far corner of the room.

Her breath hitched as she stepped closer. It wasn't just a cellar. At the far end was what looked like a torture chamber, complete with heavy chains, shackles, and iron rings bolted to the walls. The chains were unnaturally thick, as though meant to restrain something far stronger than a human. The spikes on the shackles hinted at the unimaginable pain inflicted on whoever had once been restrained there.

Though the space had clearly been cleaned, faint traces of blood remained, stubbornly clinging to the stone floor and metal surfaces,. The sight sent a chill down Cara's spine. She took out her phone and began snapping pictures, documenting everything before she used a tissue paper to scrub the blood stains and put it a zip lock bag. But frustration settled in as she realized there wasn't much she could use, nothing incriminating enough to expose Rudy.

'Could he have cleaned this place up in case anyone, like me, came snooping?'

[That's a strong possibility,] Hagrit replied. [It's obvious something incriminating was here before.]

'And if the police were to find this, they might just write it off as some kinky sex dungeon. I'm back to square one,' Cara thought, grinding her teeth in frustration.

[Well, now you have a clearer idea of the kind of man Rudy is. You'll just have to stay one step ahead of him.]

'How the hell do I even do that?'

[You're the cop. You're the expert. You tell me.]

Cara exhaled sharply, shaking her head. 'You know what? I need to get out of here before Rudy comes back.'

Retracing her steps, she climbed the ladder and carefully closed the trapdoor behind her. She adjusted the placemat so it lay exactly as it had before and took one last look around to ensure everything appeared untouched. Satisfied, she slipped out of Rudy's study and headed back to her room, her mind racing with everything she had seen—and what her next move would have to be.

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At the dining table, everyone was seated except for Travis, who hadn't returned since storming off in a rage after dropping Cara off at the mansion earlier that evening. His absence hung in the air, an unspoken tension that no one dared to address.

Cara sat beside Ashley, whose golden blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and her face was free of the glasses she had worn earlier. Underneath the table, Ashley's foot nudged against Cara's, playful yet deliberate, as she initiated a game of footsie. Cara tried to maintain her composure, fully aware that Arlene and Rudy, seated across from them, remained oblivious to Ashley's flirtation.

The sound of footsteps announced Lucrecia's arrival. She entered the room with two other maids, each carrying trays of food. They moved swiftly and efficiently, placing the dishes on the table before retreating without a word. The aroma of the meal filled the room as everyone began eating.

"So, honey, how was your first day back at the diner?" Arlene asked, her tone casual but her eyes sharp with maternal concern.

"It was... okay," Cara replied, carefully choosing her words. "I reconnected with Farrah. Even though my memories haven't come back yet, I think we were really close—best friends, actually." She felt Rudy's gaze on her, more probing than curious.

Tuning into his thoughts, she quickly realized the real reason for his interest. Rudy wasn't concerned about her day. He wanted to know if she remembered anything. Anything about him or the cellar.

"And do you remember who sold or gave you the opioids?" Rudy asked, unable to mask the urgency in his voice.

Cara met his eyes with feigned innocence. "No, I didn't remember any of that," she said smoothly, before adding, "But the Scotts were terrible to me today. The eldest brother—"

"Victor?" Arlene interjected, her brows furrowing.

"Yes, him," Cara confirmed, seizing the moment. "He grabbed my arm so aggressively, I was sure he was going to attack me in front of everyone." Her tone was calm, but her words were calculated. She knew exactly what she was doing—trying to force Rudy into taking a stand and finally banning the Scott brothers from the diner.

Rudy's expression hardened ever so slightly, a flicker of irritation flashing in his eyes. He wasn't a fool; he knew Cara was trying to corner him. Around the table, everyone else seemed genuinely concerned by her statement, but Rudy remained stoic, carefully guarding his reaction.

"My love, what are you going to do about those hoodlums?" Arlene asked, breaking the silence. Her voice was soft, but the expectation in her tone was unmistakable. She looked to Rudy as though she fully expected him to take immediate action.

All eyes turned to him, waiting for his response.