Daniel was driving his luxurious, comfortable car through the city streets. His hands gripped the steering wheel firmly as his mind wandered.
First, there was the persistent, throbbing bulge in his pants that refused to go down.
Second, he kept thinking about how he had treated Angela. Something inside him had changed — fundamentally. His mindset was no longer the same. What he had done to her today, the rough, dominant way he had fucked and degraded her, was something he would never have imagined doing in his previous life.
He had always been a good guy who respected women. He had even participated in feminist protests with his friends back in the day. But now, barely a day after transmigrating, his inner monster had awakened with terrifying intensity.
He remembered the video he had recorded — standing there like a pathetic cuck, watching his wife blow his own son instead of storming in, smashing the boy’s head against the table, and beating the shit out of both of them.
How could anyone be such a dumbass? If his son had claimed he "needed practice" so his girlfriend wouldn’t dump him, would Angela have believed it?
Of course she would. Because this was a hentai world. In this twisted reality, such ridiculous logic actually worked. But Daniel’s mentality came from the real world. He couldn’t accept it. That was why he had gone so hard on Angela.
Though he didn’t regret it one bit.
He was no cuck. His son had dared to act like a little shit, and Daniel would make sure the boy learned exactly what it meant to mess with him. As for that bitch Angela, he had decided: her pussy would belong to him and him alone from now on.
From this moment forward, he would train her to become his personal slut and whore. "Wife"? To hell with that title.
Yes... that was the problem. When had this kind of thinking taken root? How had his mentality shifted so drastically in such a short time?
Daniel sighed deeply as he reached his destination.
Forever Restaurant
This was the place where the meeting would take place — the very restaurant where he had first signed Shirley as one of the most promising actresses under his newly established "EverYouth Acting Agency."
The glass doors parted smoothly as he entered.
Daniel pulled out a chair and sat down. The lady with wavy blonde hair looked up from her coffee, meeting his gaze.
She stood up gracefully, and they shook hands. Her skin felt slightly rough, which made Daniel raise an eyebrow.
They both sat down. She smoothed the creases on her skirt nervously.
She tried to speak, but no words came out.
Every time she parted her lips, her eyebrows would scrunch up, and she would close her mouth again.
Daniel observed her quietly. He knew exactly what was happening. She was feeling like a shameless bitch — guilty, nervous, and ashamed.
Because when she was a nobody, struggling with minor roles and getting abused on set for no reason, he had seen potential in her.
He signed her. He invested heavy amounts of resources in her. In fact, at that time Daniel had just created his "EverYouth Acting Agency!" He was filled with youthful passion and talent, and he had even used money from his own pocket, exchanging everything for her and the agency’s actors.
And since she was one of the first actors under his wing, he poured extensive resources on her — from speech training to walk training, from consultants to expensive dieticians to expensive beauticians. He did everything for her.
He fought for her projects and brought opportunities for her. And the result was her becoming one of the biggest actresses at the time, winning award after award from Filmfares to Oscars. But when her career was at its absolute peak, she announced her marriage without consulting anyone and announced her retirement.
His company had to face the backlash of her decision. Her fans targeted his company as they thought Daniel’s company had abused her, which was why she was leaving the industry.
And mind you, she never defended them because the one she married was the CEO of another acting agency. He fanned the flames. In fact, Daniel would say her husband created the fire and fanned the flames, wanting to burn Daniel’s fledgling empire. And she watched everything happening. He begged her not to do this. Countless times he called her, but all he received was, "The number you are calling is currently busy/switched off. Please try again later."
At that time, Daniel felt like committing suicide. But surprisingly, his luck was not over. He received a marriage proposal.
Apparently, he had caught the eye of some big shot. They promised him they would help him in his career and he just had to marry someone. He accepted it without any thought. It was his childhood dream. He would fulfill it no matter what he had to do.
And then Daniel got married. The bride — he never saw her face. She always wore a mask around him. Anyway, he could count the number of times he had met her on one hand.
They met only for sex. Not for enjoyment but to produce children. She was never home to begin with. She decided when they would meet for sex. Once she got impregnated, he never saw her again. But after giving birth, she came to him and gave him his child, that was Sora. And she again started meeting him for sex. Once again she got impregnated, she disappeared again. Never to be seen again.
Daniel had a hunch that all she wanted was a girl child from him. He didn’t know why. He never cared. He had his son Sora and the company.
Time passed. And he fell in love with Angela after some years. Then he married her and welcomed her five daughters with her.
What happened to his first wife?
Daniel didn’t know. Neither was he interested. His company had risen because of their help and he had acted as a breeder.
That was all.
Now, why had she come to meet him? Daniel glanced at the lady in front and wondered.