The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 524

“Today you’re coming with me,” Felicia said to Pauline. “You’re going to learn how money is really made. Using your body only works if you’re smart enough not to let some man hand you a sexually transmitted disease—a death sentence wrapped in pleasure.”

Pauline turned her head.

“Alex, do you have any sexually transmitted diseases?”

“Yes,” Alex replied without hesitation. “I carry ten of the rarest and deadliest ones. So stay as far away from me as possible.”

Pauline didn’t even blink. She reached into her bag and pulled out a compact device—sleek, metallic, shaped like a scanner gun. She pointed it straight at Alex’s chest.

The device beeped once. A small screen flashed.

“Mom,” Pauline said calmly, “Alex doesn’t have any sexually transmitted diseases. Out of two hundred and fifty known infections, he has none. He’s completely clean—perfectly healthy. That’s extremely rare.”

Alex frowned.

Felicia’s eyes narrowed. “How do you even have something like that?”

“Everyone in my class has one,” Pauline replied. “We’re adults now. Girls check before choosing their first partner. I’m not throwing away my first time on nothing. That would be pathetic. I want to be at the top of my class.”

She slid the scanner back into her bag, completely unfazed.

“So far,” she went on, “the most attractive offer is Alex. One car for a first sexual experience. That’s not a bad deal.”

“I’m sorry,” Alex said instantly. “That’s a hell-no.”

“You’ll change your mind,” Pauline said, confidence dripping from every word. “My friends say no man ever refuses when a beautiful woman with a perfect body stands naked in front of him and decides to be a slut.”

Alex had nothing to say. Not a single word.

Pauline leaned closer, smiling.

“Alex, I’m the purest girl in my school. And if you’re willing to offer one car per first time, I can line up beautiful women for you. Same price for each.” She laughed softly. “Sounds like a great offer, doesn’t it?”

Alex thought of the irony. She was offering sexual transactions to the richest man in all of Prussia—a man who could buy cars the way others bought coffee, without blinking, without leaving a dent in his fortune.

He needed to get as far away from this woman as possible.

She wasn’t just trouble.

She was the devil.

Pauline smiled sweetly. “Come on, Alex. You’re rejecting a once-in-a-generation opportunity.”

Alex raised an eyebrow. “Is that what they’re calling extortion now?”

“It’s not extortion if both sides profit.”

Alex sighed again, unable to understand this woman.

“Relax, Alex,” Pauline said. “You look tense.”

“Tense?” Alex scoffed. “I’m sitting between a woman who smells like gunpowder and a girl who negotiates virginity like a stock option.”

“That’s called confidence,” Pauline replied.

“No,” Felicia corrected her. “That’s called youth.”

Alex sighed. ‘Great. I am about to be killed by either ambition or hormones. Still deciding which one’s faster.’

But this was Prussia.

A country of ruthless technology and cold logic. So advanced that people no longer wanted children. The population was collapsing. Babies were already being grown in laboratories to keep the nation alive.

Here, once the law decided you were old enough—old enough to bear a child—sex became a matter of free will.

And morality had long since been left behind.

But the population kept falling anyway, even with the government pushing incentives and pouring money into newborn programs.

They were too smart—dangerously smart. They understood one brutal truth: sex did not equal children. They took the pleasure and abandoned the consequence.

If the government was hoping accidental sex would lead to pregnancies, it clearly wasn’t working at all.

Felicia leaned forward and urged Alex, impatience in her voice.

“Hurry up. Drive to the black market. There’s a new batch of rare item from Xia and Estoria. I want to check it.”

Alex glanced at her through the mirror.

“Are you sure you even have the money to buy anything there? I heard those sellers all have black hearts. Ninety nine percent of what they sell is fake.”

Felicia laughed loudly.

“What do you know about black market?” she said, waving a hand. “I have a talent for finding the one percent that’s real. I buy low, sell high. My appraisal skills are top-notch.”

“Are you sure?” Alex asked again.

He could already see the truth. Felicia had no real appraisal skills—only reckless dreams of getting rich overnight. Sophia had told him how Felicia loved roaming the black market, obsessed with the fantasy of discovering a priceless antique for pocket change. But over the past few years, all she had gained were lies, scams, and quiet humiliation.

Felicia scowled at Alex’s doubt. She snorted in contempt.

“Stop talking nonsense. Just drive.”

“We’re here,” Alex said.

He looked out at the outskirts of Winchester. Once, the place had been dead—a town abandoned after the mines shut down. Empty factories. Crumbling buildings. A graveyard of concrete and rust.

This was where bad people gathered. Where stolen goods, war plunder, and illegally exported items were traded in the open. Where dirty money changed hands without shame.

The government knew this place existed. They had tried again and again to wipe it out. Raids. Arrests. Crackdowns. Every time one group vanished, another rose from the shadows to replace it.

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