EVIL SYSTEM

"Are you sure about this?" A beautiful blonde woman in her mid-20s asked uncertainly.

"Yes," a stoic, older man in his 50s replied. "If I want even a chance, I need to have one of them on my side."

The woman didn't know what to do with her hands. She crossed her fingers, then released them, bit her nails, and seemed to want to tear them off.

"But what can you offer a man like that?" the girl asked nervously. "Men like him have everything this world can offer."

The man looked at the girl with his impassive gaze. His face was so wrinkled that his cheeks sagged like a bulldog's.

The man did nothing more than look at her, but this action sent chills down her spine.

"Everyone always wants something, even a man like him."

The girl, still nervous, looked out the window of the private plane. They had already landed on a paradise island.

Several staff members from the landing strip were there to receive them. But the girl only looked into the distance at a mansion so large that it could be seen clearly even from here.

Both of them stepped off the plane, accompanied by a boy no older than 7.

The three boarded a waiting limousine and headed toward the grand mansion.

In the car, the boy played with his phone, oblivious to the growing tension between the man and the woman.

"Please, come in!" A man in an elegant tuxedo gestured toward the large doors of the mansion. "The master will attend to you shortly."

Doug looked expressionlessly at the doors and pushed them open to enter.

The girl and the boy followed closely behind, and as soon as they crossed the threshold, their eyes widened in shock and surprise.

Dozens of people were milling about the mansion's hall, but what made their eyes widen was that every single one of them... was completely naked.

"Oh my God!" Cloe covered her mouth with her hands and stared wide-eyed at the people in the grand hall. "Is that Nicolas Cruz?"

Cloe was a huge fan of his movies. Her favorites were undoubtedly *Combat Mage* and *The Revenge of a Dark Mage*.

Cloe looked him up and down several times and felt a little disappointed. She had always believed Nicolas Cruz was perfect—handsome, rich, famous—but now she realized he was a bit lacking down there.

He could barely reach 7 centimeters.

Doug looked around, and a strange emotion washed over him. The people in the hall were celebrities, businessmen, politicians, police chiefs, and more.

Finally, he felt he was rubbing shoulders with the elite of society. He knew that if he could win the favor of that man, his future would be secured.

"Senator Pittman, it's a pleasure to see you," Doug stepped forward and shook hands with a heavily overweight man who, like the others, was walking around naked. However, due to his weight, his small member was nowhere to be seen.

The man accepted the greeting but didn't recognize Doug. "Excuse me, but who are you?"

"My name is Doug Stantem, sir."

The senator seemed to recognize his name and smiled.

"I've heard of you," the senator nodded. "You're doing excellent work with the little you've been given."

Senator Pittman glanced at Doug and his clothes.

"You know, we have a little rule here," the senator pointed out. "If you want to enter the mansion, you must first strip completely."

Doug looked at himself and then at the other people, who were obviously following this rule.

Nodding, he began to undress and signaled to Cloe to do the same.

Cloe was clearly against the idea, but under Doug's stern gaze and the social pressure from the other people and celebrities in the room, she reluctantly agreed.

Once both of them were undressed, they realized they still weren't allowed into the mansion.

With a nod of his head, the senator pointed to Doug's son, who was still playing with his phone.

Doug approached his son and began to undress him.

"Are we going to take a bath, Dad?" the boy asked innocently.

"No, my boy," Doug replied softly, something very uncharacteristic of him. "We'll only be like this for a few minutes, and then we'll leave."

The three entered the mansion and were amazed by everything they saw.

Cindy Mayers, a world-famous singer, was sucking two cocks at the same time. But these weren't just any cocks—one belonged to the governor of the southern state, and the other to a two-meter-tall black man.

General Filip, a peak advanced mage who commanded most of the country's armed forces, was also there.

On the other side, they saw Havid Berkman having gay sex with a young man who couldn't have been older than 16.

Havid Berkman was the current Minister of Economy of the country.

Just like these, Doug and Cloe couldn't help but stare, mouths agape, at this exhibition of lust and passion by the great figures of society.

"God!!" Cloe's eyes nearly popped out of her head as she saw the current Miss Universe having an orgy with more than 10 men at the same time. "I always thought that pageant was rigged! Now I understand why!"

"Hehehe," a skinny man who had been watching them since they entered approached Cloe and began groping her buttocks without any shame. "If you want to be the next Miss Universe, all you have to do is ask."

"Ahhhh!!"

The man spread Cloe's buttocks and inserted one of his fingers, not caring at all about Doug's or his son's presence.

"N-No, thank you," Cloe jumped and moved away from the man.

Cloe hid behind Doug but couldn't help looking at him with resentment. She couldn't understand how he could just stand there as if nothing had happened while his wife was being abused like that in front of him.

Doug could guess her thoughts from her resentful look, but he didn't care. He didn't want to make an enemy of one of the richest men in the country just for a woman.

After all, it was easy for someone like him to find another woman like Cloe.

Doug kept his son's eyes covered with his hands and followed the guidance of what seemed to be a butler, who was also naked.

Soon, they were led to a very luxurious room where an elderly, thin man was waiting, seated in a large, expensive-looking, and comfortable armchair.

Doug's breath hitched as he faced the man.

This man was no ordinary person.

He was what came after the advanced peak mage level... a super mage.

His mere presence weighed heavily on Doug's shoulders in a way that an ordinary person couldn't understand.

"Hello, Doug," the old man smiled warmly and invited him in.

"I believe you know that by inviting you here, I'm giving you the opportunity to enter my good books."

Doug entered and immediately knelt on the floor.

"Doug Stantem pays homage to your eminence," Doug pressed his head to the floor. "I am not worthy of your presence."

Cloe and the boy tried to follow Doug's example, but the old man waved his hand and stopped them.

"Let's skip the formalities," the old man frowned at Doug. "You must understand that to be one of my friends, you have to make significant sacrifices."

Doug nodded resolutely.

"To gain my support, you must give me what you love most," the super mage declared.

Doug almost smiled after hearing this. He had many friends and connections, so he had already heard a similar rumor.

Doug clenched his teeth for the sake of the show, but in reality, he wasn't worried at all.

He pushed a bewildered Cloe, who fell to the floor, unable to understand the situation.

Everyone looked at the super mage to see his reaction, but he simply smiled and shook his head.

"She is not the being you love most," the super mage smiled wickedly. "It's him!"

The super mage's finger pointed to the boy, who was still confused by the strange situation.

For the first time all day, something had gone outside Doug's calculations.

He didn't know how the super mage knew that—maybe he had guessed, or perhaps he simply wanted his son.

Doug clenched his teeth for a second, but this time, his frustration was real.

Cloe watched in horror and helplessness as Doug, without changing his expression, grabbed his son by the neck and threw him toward the super mage.

The boy was the most shocked of all. His perpetual expression of betrayal and disbelief was a harsh image for Cloe.

The super mage smiled as if he had known what Doug's choice would be.

"You've made the best choice," he said, while his hands began to touch the boy's legs and buttocks. "Having someone like you among my friends will be a pleasure."

The super mage looked deeply at Doug.

"Doug Stantem, you will be the next president of Venzia!"

Doug nodded with a furrowed brow, turned around, and marched out of the room.

He didn't care about leaving his son and wife behind. In fact, he didn't care if he never saw them again.

"Dad! Dad! Don't leave me here! Dad! You said we would leave!" The boy's screams were heart-wrenching and filled with desperation, but Doug ignored them.

As long as he could become president, everything was expendable.