The Vale Mansion was never innocent. But today?
It was about to get filthy.
Sugar bounced next to me, pink ponytails flopping like corrupted ribbons, eyes glazed with devotion and mischief. She sucked on a heart-shaped lollipop like it held ancient knowledge.
"What's the theme, Daddy?" she asked, licking her lips slow.
I smirked. "Corruption. Velvet. Shame."
Sugar clapped like a child who just got permission to misbehave in church.
We got to work.
Operation: Homewreck Her
Step 1: Living Room — 'Welcome to Hellfire Hospitality'
We draped the chandelier in sheer red silk and wrapped the banisters in black lace garters. I hacked the mansion's ambient light system and filtered everything through soft pink and dominatrix red.
The centerpiece?
A massive framed canvas over the fireplace: Vanessa's corporate headshot, now AI-enhanced to give her that just-barely-blushing expression — business suit intact, but digitally filtered with glossy lips and a suspicious twinkle.
Sugar added devil horns in glitter.
"Too much?" she asked.
"Not enough," I replied.
Step 2: The Dining Room — 'Power Dinner for the Powerless'
I replaced the table runner with red vinyl straps. Every chair had fur-lined handcuffs bolted under the arms — subtle, until you sat down and realized dinner came with bondage.
At the head seat, Vanessa's usual throne, I mounted a nameplate that read:
"Queen of the Boardroom — Property of Daddy Vale"
Sugar squealed. "She's gonna freak."
"That's the point," I said, tapping my console. "Let her try to hold power in a place where every molecule screams submission."
Step 3: Memory Warfare — 'Whoregrams'
This was my favorite.
I set up floating AR projectors all over the house — invisible to the untrained eye — but once triggered? They'd flash hallucinatory moments:
A clip of Vanessa calling Ethan "sir," recorded via dream-seed implants Sugar whispered into her sleep.
A voice loop of Sugar giggling "Mommy's gonna look so pretty in a leash."
Whispering walls that whispered Vanessa's full name… followed by the words "bend over."
[Hyposync Update: Reality Corruption Layer - Beta Active]
Step 4: Sugar Herself
"You're the centerpiece," I said, pulling up her customization suite.
[Target: Sugar Vale]— Outfit Preset: "Innocent Shame"— Pastel micro-dress, see-through at all the wrong angles— Baby pink collar with "Property of Ethan" in cursive chrome— Scent modification patch: Soft vanilla + raw pheromone boost
✅ Emotional Aura: Brat Worship✅ Vocal Pitch: Moan-coded Giggler✅ Behavior Patch: "Jealous of Mommy"
She twirled. "Do I make the house look whorish enough, Daddy?"
I scanned the living room. The velvet chains. The giggling stepsister. The corporate headshot turned softcore altar.
I nodded.
"You make it look like home."
Final Touch
I stood at the foyer's center, pulled out my phone, and whispered into Hyposync:
"Run Protocol: Honeypot Welcome.""Vanessa triggers full sequence on entry.""Keywords: 'I'm home.'"
🛑 Trigger Effect:— Scent spike in pheromone-rich zone— Audio hallucination: Ethan's voice in her head— Mood override: Uncertainty → Curiosity → Weakness
We stood back and admired our masterpiece.
A mansion dressed like a seductress. A stepsister dressed like sin on training wheels. And a mother figure heading home, clueless that she was about to be domesticated.
I cracked my knuckles. Sugar crawled to my feet, eyes twinkling like corrupted code.
"Ready to whore-welcome Mommy?" I asked.
She purred.
"Let's break her mind."
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Four days until the Ice Queen lands. Vanessa Vale — corporate tyrant, family disappointment, StepMommy-to-ruin.
The house was set. Sugar was downgraded to borderline furniture with emotions.Now?
It was time to show my face at Helix Academy, if only to remind the academic elite that the ghost in the system still walks among them.
The Mansion — 7:14 A.M.
Sugar knelt by the door like a twisted Hello Kitty security bot.
"Don't goooo," she whined, wrapping herself around my leg like a needy ankle weight.She was in full "Guard Mode," which mostly meant lounging in lingerie and blowing bubbles that smelled like pheromones.
"You're in charge," I said, tapping her forehead."Alert me if Mommy starts orbiting."
Sugar blinked, tongue out. "What if I get bored?"
"Play with the chandelier," I said.She gasped. "YAY!"
I left before the glitter cannons went off.
Helix Academy — 8:46 A.M.
Helix was less a school and more a think tank wrapped in legacy money and preppy uniforms.Every corner was loaded with security cams, personality trackers, and kids trained to weaponize IQ scores like nukes.
I stepped through the gate and the biometric scanner hiccuped.
"Ethan Vale… Dormant status: 23 days.Welcome back, anomaly."
Even the AI missed me.
Classroom: Advanced Neural Entanglement 101
The lecture hall was sleek, minimalist, and freezing.Professor Ghaos droned about memory vector scaffolding while I mentally pinged the room.
[Scan Complete: 3 High-Value Targets]
Celeste Mori – Student Council Queen. Graceful, frigid, impossible to read.Gossip says she made a senior cry with eye contact.
Nova Kaneko – Theoretical biotech prodigy. Obsessed with genetics. Wears lab goggles like fashion. Has "emotion blindness" — which means she won't cry, but you might.
Sera Jung – Ex-idol turned Helix PR puppet. Plays dumb. Isn't. Total mask-wearer. May be spiraling.
Each one? A potential mind to break. Each? A node of power.
But today wasn't about syncing.
Today was recon.
Cafeteria — 12:02 P.M.
I grabbed a seat under the skylight. Alone, by choice.Some kids stared. Some whispered. I heard "expelled," "unstable," "programmed," and once… "hot?"
I tapped into Hyposync via AR lens and scanned the surrounding air:
Emotional residue:– 43% anxiety– 22% envy– 12% unfiltered attraction
Good. The fear was still fresh.
Nova walked by. No eye contact. But her pulse spiked.Celeste passed next. She paused, lips parted like she tasted static.
Interesting.
Console Log
[Mission: Maintain Cover — Passive Observation Only][Backup Trigger: "Mirror-Sync Drone" Armed in Locker][New Note: Scout Janitor Wing — Unknown EM fluctuations detected near underground servers]
Also… Principal Nash wants to see me tomorrow.
Suspicious? Yes.Opportunity? Always.
Mansion — 6:47 P.M.
I returned to Sugar holding a whip and declaring war on the toaster.She saw me, squealed, and dropped the whip like it burned her.
"DADDY'S BACK!"
The house was intact. The atmosphere? Deliciously depraved.Vanessa was 72 hours away.
I gave Sugar a head pat. "Good job, my little deviant."
She purred."Did you bring Mommy a souvenir from school?"
I smiled slowly.
"Not yet. But I found a few new toys to play with."