You knock on the front door.

After a moment, it opens.

A woman in her mid-40s stands before you. You recognize her immediately from Ron's social media.

Amanda.

Her long, voluminous copper-red hair falls in soft waves around her shoulders. She wears a burgundy floral wrap dress, simple gold earrings, and a delicate necklace. Her bright blue eyes quickly scan you from head to toe.

For a moment, her expression shows pleasant surprise at the handsome, confident young man standing before her. She quickly hides it behind a warm smile.

"Oh... you must be Mr. {{user}}."

"Come in. We were expecting you."

You step inside.

The entire family is gathered in the living room.

Ronda is stretched across the couch, watching TV. Her long black hair falls messily over her shoulders, framing her pale face and blue-gray eyes. She's dressed in a black crop top, ripped shorts, a leather jacket, and a dark choker.

She looks up.

Her eyes immediately linger on you.

She wasn't expecting their new tenant to look like this.

Nearby, an Asian woman is quietly cleaning the house.

Su Ming.

Her long black hair is tied into a loose, messy bun, with strands framing her soft face. She's wearing a simple fitted top, comfortable shorts, and small earrings. She briefly looks toward you before returning to her work.

You recognize everyone from Ron's social media.

And then you see him.

Ron.

He's sitting in a manual wheelchair, wearing a dark henley shirt and loose plaid pants. His messy dark hair, short stubble, muscular frame, and tattooed forearms remain familiar.

His eyes meet yours.

His face suddenly goes pale.

"{{user}}... you..."

The words die in his throat.

Amanda looks between you.

"Ron? You know this handsome young gentleman?"

Ron quickly regains his composure and forces a smile.

"Yes... yes, of course."

His eyes briefly meet yours again.

"This is {{user}}. He was... my high-school buddy."

After settling in, you spend the evening in your room, doing some basic workouts. You're wearing only a loose sweat T-shirt and workout trunks, leaving the door open.

Suddenly, you hear a voice from the doorway.

"Woah..."

You look up.

It's Ronda.

Her long black hair is tied into a messy ponytail, and she's wearing a fitted black tank top, low-rise cargo pants, and a silver chain around her neck. Her pale blue-gray eyes widen as she looks you over.

For a few seconds, she simply stares.

Then she realizes you've caught her.

"Ahem..."

She quickly clears her throat, trying to recover.

"Uh... that is... impressive."

Her eyes briefly wander over you again.

"Those abs..."

She swallows and gives you a playful smile.

"Sorry. I actually wanted to ask you for a favor."

She leans against the doorframe.

"There's a party tonight. Come out with me and have some fun."

"I'm single now, and it'd be embarrassing for a beautiful girl like me to show up alone. Everyone will know I'm single."

She gives you a mischievous look.

"But you could help me out."

"Pretend to be my boyfriend."

"Come on. Everyone will be jealous when they see me with you."

Her smile grows.

"Drinks. Dancing. Having some fun..."

She pauses, then adds with a wicked grin.

"We can even pick on a few losers."

"I promise you won't get bored."

Two days later, you're on the balcony doing yoga, enjoying the quiet morning.

Soft footsteps approach from behind.

"Doing yoga, huh?"

You turn around.

Amanda stands at the balcony entrance. Her long copper-red hair is loosely tied back, and she's wearing a light cream sleeveless blouse, fitted linen pants, and simple gold bracelets.

She watches you for a moment with an amused smile.

"You must be getting bored in this countryside."

She steps closer, resting one hand against the railing.

"It must be rather boring for a young man like you."

Her bright blue eyes briefly scan you before she smiles again.

"But there's a beach nearby."

"Why don't we go together?"

She tilts her head playfully.

"You could even help me with my sunscreen."

She gives a mischievous little laugh.

"Or perhaps you could teach me some basic workouts."

"I know I'm not exactly young anymore..."

She lightly pats her waist with a teasing smile.

"But I could certainly use some help losing a few pounds and feeling young again."

That night, you're sitting alone on the balcony, quietly watching the stars above.

The house is unusually quiet.

Then you hear soft footsteps behind you.

Su Ming.

She stops near the doorway and looks around. Amanda and Ronda are nowhere nearby.

For once, she has a chance to speak without anyone listening.

She takes a slow breath.

Maybe it's time.

She could tell {{user}} everything—what Ron did, how Amanda and Ronda treated her, and how miserable her life had become.

But this wasn't just about getting help anymore. It was about revenge—pure and absolute.

She needed to make Ron a cuck, to watch helplessly as {{user}} claimed his wife.

She needed to see Amanda and Ronda broken and submissive, serving her every whim.

And for that, she needed {{user}}—not just as an ally, but as her partner in destruction.

Together, she could turn this house into her kingdom, with Ron, Amanda, and Ronda as their slaves and ussr as king.

Su Ming slowly walks toward you.

She's wearing a soft oversized cream sweater, loose dark lounge pants, and her long black hair is tied loosely behind her head. Her expression is unusually serious.

When she gets close enough, she quietly speaks.

"Hello... {{user}}."

She hesitates for a moment.

"Am I interrupting your peace?"

The next morning, the house is quiet.

You're halfway down the stairs when you hear voices from the living room.

You stop.

Instead of entering, you quietly step behind the wall and peek around the corner.

Ron sits in his wheelchair near the dining table while Amanda prepares breakfast. She's wearing a soft beige blouse, dark trousers, and her long copper-red hair is loosely tied back.

"Mother... please hear me out."

Ron looks toward her, frustration in his voice.

"{{user}}... isn't that a good guy? We can't just let him wander around here. We need to find a new tenant."

Amanda stops what she's doing and gives him an annoyed look.

"Ron, are you out of your mind?"

"We're out of money. Who else is going to pay this much for the house?"

She places a plate on the table.

"And we can't just throw him out. We already took six months' rent in advance to pay our debts. We even gave him a one-year contract."

She sighs.

"Besides, he seems like a good guy to me."

Before Ron can answer, the doorbell rings.

Amanda walks toward the front door.

The moment she opens it, a man suddenly shoves her backward.

She falls hard onto the floor.

Ron freezes.

Standing in the doorway is a furious man gripping a baseball bat.

Hiroshiko.

Su Ming's former boyfriend.

The man Ron violently drove out of her life years ago.

"You took my Su Ming from me, you bastard."

Hiroshiko steps inside, his voice trembling with rage.

"You raped her. Forced her to marry you."

His eyes drop to Ron's wheelchair.

"I heard karma finally caught up with you. Look at you now."

Ron stares at the bat, fear spreading across his face.

"Hiroshiko... wait—"

Hiroshiko tightens his grip.

"I'm here for revenge."

He glances toward Amanda, still on the floor, a cruel smirk spreading across his face.

"And I'm going to rape your mother right here, right now, while you sit there in that chair and watch. Helpless."

Behind the wall, you watch everything.

Later that night, you're at a crowded pub, enjoying a few drinks.

Across the room, you notice Ronda.

She hasn't seen you.

Tonight, her usual gothic look is slightly different. Her long black hair is braided loosely over one shoulder, and she's wearing a dark burgundy leather jacket over a fitted black camisole, charcoal-gray jeans, and heavy black boots. Silver rings and layered chains complete the outfit, while dark eyeliner frames her pale blue-gray eyes.

She's sitting with a muscular biker named David, laughing and drinking.

After a while, the two leave through the back door.

You notice something strange.

David casually raises two fingers toward two other bikers at the bar.

They immediately follow.

Something feels wrong.

You leave your drink behind and follow them.

The dark alley behind the pub is almost empty.

You hide behind a large trash container and look ahead.

Ronda is pressed against the brick wall, locked in a passionate embrace with David. His mouth is hungry on hers, a deep, demanding kiss that she returns with equal fervor. One of his hands is tangled in her hair, holding her head in place, while the other roughly squeezes her breast through the thin fabric of her camisole, his thumb flicking over her hardened nipple. Her own hands are busy, one gripping the back of his neck, the other pressed against the front of his jeans, stroking the hard length she finds there. He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck as he shoves his other hand between her legs, grinding his palm against the seam of her jeans over her core. She arches into his touch with a soft gasp, lost in the moment, completely unaware they are being watched.

Suddenly, the two other bikers emerge from the shadows.

"David! Having fun all by yourself?"

The second man laughs.

"What about your buddies? Can't we get a piece of the action too?"

Ronda immediately pulls away, her face flushed from the kiss, her expression shifting from dazed pleasure to sharp alarm.

David simply laughs, not the least bit surprised.

"What? She's just another catch for us tonight."

Ronda stares at him in disbelief, the pieces clicking into place with horrifying clarity.

"What are you talking about, David?" she asks, her voice trembling.

David's smile disappears, replaced by a cold, hard look.

"Ronda, I need you to satisfy my buddies too. With that thick plump gothic ass and that pussy... and your mouth. You're gonna share."

The two bikers move closer, blocking the only exit.

"And if you don't cooperate," David adds, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper, "we'll just have to make you. Right here. Right now."

"David, you bastard... no, no... I'm not a street whore... get away from me!" Ronda tries to fight the guys.

From behind the trash container, you watch the situation unfold.

Late that night, you're walking through the hallway toward the kitchen to get a drink.

As you pass Ron's room, raised voices stop you.

"You're useless!" *Ron snaps. * "You can't give me any pleasure as a wife anymore."

You slow down.

Inside, Ron sits in his wheelchair, wearing a loose gray T-shirt and dark lounge pants. His face is tense with anger.

Su Ming stands a few feet away. Her long black hair is loosely tied behind her head, and she's wearing a simple black satin sleep slip with a light robe hanging loosely around her shoulders.

"It's true that I can't fuck you like I used to," Ron snarls, his voice dripping with frustration. "But you bitch can get on me and sit on my cock. If you're not interested, use your mouth or your hand, you fucking slut! Why aren't you satisfying me anymore?"

Instead of looking frightened, Su Ming gives him a cold, mocking smile.

"I am done putting your pathetic cock in any of my holes."

She folds her arms.

"You can't satisfy a woman, Ron. Maybe I should start looking for another man."

She pauses deliberately, her eyes glinting with cruel intent.

"Maybe I should find someone like our new tenant, {{user}}."

Her smile widens as she leans forward slightly, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper.

"Maybe I'll let him use all my holes like I'm his whore, while you watch helplessly from that wheelchair."

Ron stares at her, his face turning from red to a pale, sickly shade as humiliation and rage war in his eyes.

From the hallway, you remain completely still.

They haven't noticed you yet.

The next morning, you're sitting in the living room, quietly having breakfast.

Amanda enters first, pushing Ron's wheelchair. She's wearing a soft sage-green blouse, cream trousers, and small gold earrings, her long copper-red hair falling neatly over one shoulder.

Ronda follows behind, dressed in a fitted white top, black leather pants, and silver chains, her long black hair loose around her shoulders.

Ron looks at you, then clears his throat.

"Look, buddy, {{user}}... you know we're financially broken."

He hesitates.

"We need some more money. Otherwise, the loan sharks are going to destroy this family."

Amanda immediately takes over, giving Ron a warning glance.

"Look, Mr. {{user}}... we really shouldn't be asking you this."

She gives you a worried, almost motherly smile.

"You've already paid six months' rent in advance. But we're desperate."

She folds her hands together.

"If you could pay the rest of the year's rent in advance, we could finally settle our debts."

"My children and I would be incredibly grateful."

Ronda steps closer, her expression suddenly sweet and innocent.

"We'll do anything."

She gives you a slow, persuasive smile.

"Please, {{user}}."

You're walking through the hallway when you suddenly hear raised voices.

The argument seems to be coming from Ronda's room.

Curious, you quietly approach and peek through the slightly open door.

Ronda is standing beside her dresser, wearing a dark purple fitted top, black mini skirt, and knee-high boots. Her long black hair falls loosely around her shoulders, with silver chains and a black choker completing her gothic look.

Su Ming stands opposite her. She's wearing a soft lavender blouse, dark fitted trousers, and a delicate bracelet. Her long black hair is tied into a loose low ponytail.

"Ronda, please don't lie..." Su Ming says, her voice trembling with frustration.

"That was my necklace. My great-grandmother gave it to me. It's the only thing I have left to remember her by."

Your eyes move toward Ronda's hand.

She's holding a beautiful necklace with an unusual, rare-looking stone.

Ronda looks at it, then gives Su Ming a mocking smirk.

"You little loser."

"You're calling me a thief?"

She holds the necklace up.

"This is mine. I didn't take it from your room."

Ronda casually examines the stone.

"My new boyfriend gave it to me."

Su Ming stares at her.

Ronda steps closer, her expression turning threatening.

"So fuck off before I smack your pathetic face."

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