Soul Fusion Online

"Yes, Master!" Mary happily rolled up her sleeves and walked towards Jasmine and the other noble girls. Jasmine was stunned by this sudden decisive action. It reminded her of that man how that man stabbed her without hesitation. The feeling of being looked down upon for the second time rushed through her body, causing her to shiver… In excitement? 

Yes, Jasmine was actually excited to be slapped! She loved how the girl in the wheelchair looked down on her as if she was an ant. She stood there, unable to hide the anticipation in her eyes. She did not even seem to hear the cries of the other girls who were sent flying to the ground from a single slap from Mary. 

When Mary finally stood in front of Jasmine and was getting ready to do a three slap combo, she frowned upon seeing the look in Jasmine's eyes. "Umm… Master, this girl seems weird. I think she wants me to slap her..."

Hearing this made Yuki frown as well. "Then forget it. If she finds pleasure in being beat, then we can just forget it. I do not want to deal with it anymore. Let's go back to shopping and ignore them." 

Yuki refused to allow this girl to have any pleasure at all. Since she was a weirdo, it was best to just  ignore her. But little did Yuki know that her actions just now made Jasmine take even more notice of her. Being forced to wait in anticipation to the point that she even got wet and then having that anticipation thrown out the window and treated as a piece of dirt. made even more chills run through Jasmine's body. 

"Humph!" Trisha snorted and didn't say anything else and went back to Yuki's side, not wanting to deal with this sister of hers. But once one battle ended, another began as both Mary and Trisha started fighting over the rights to push Yuki.

Jasmine watched the group walk away, her eyes flashing as she looked at Yuki. "I must have her…." Jasmine mumbled to herself before turning and grabbing Tilly's hand and pulling her away. 

"Miss?" Tilly was confused. Normally her miss was very domineering to the point that no one could contain her, but just now, she not only did not get mad and start yelling for her guards to kill someone, she seemed to be trembling a little?

Jasmine pulled Tilly to the car and got in. As soon as the door closed, she pounced on Tilly kissing her lips. "Smack my face!" 

"Miss!?" Tilly's eyes opened wide.  She was not sure if she had heard her Miss correctly!

"I said, smack my face! No better yet, spank me!" Jasmine seemed to have had something break inside her mind as she pleaded with Tilly to abuse her.

Back inside the store. Tina, Trisha, and even Mary were picking out clothes for Yuki and having her try them on. Yuki felt like a doll as the three girls stripped and dressed her over and over. "I can't decide. My Yuki looks amazing in everything she wears." Trisha was staring at the ten sets of clothes laid out on the table, unsure which was best. 

Yuki was someone who always bought clothes way too big for her and at the same time as cheap as possible, so she never cared what the clothing actually looked like. Nor did she like shopping like this. But seeing her mother and her fiancee so happy as they picked out clothes, she would not complain. 

While one group was happy, the other group of girls who were abandoned by Jasmine had long left but went to a restaurant not far away from the store itself. They all sat around a table in a private room. "That bitch Jasmine! She just up and left us! Not to mention she allowed those sluts to slap us!"

"What do you expect from a pampered princess? She just does what she wants and never cares about those around her. If it was not for the fact that my parents are making me suck up to her, I would rather not be near her. You must have heard the rumors, right?" 

"You mean the rumors about her killing her maids by using them to test her concoctions? I heard the rumor but is it true?"

"Shh! If you talk about it, you may be next. You know how the Evergreen family is."

"No one is here to hear us. How would they even know!?"

"Still better safe than sorry..."

"Then let's talk about that other girl! Who the hell was she? Not only did she have her maid slap our faces, but she even wanted to slap Princess Jasmine's face."

"You heard it, right? It seemed that the unwanted princess was also there. The one who actually did hit Princess Jasmine. What was her name… Oh! Princess Trisha. But more than that, who was the disabled girl in the wheelchair? She treated Jasmine in such a way, and nothing happened to her."

"Who knows. But one thing is for sure, I will get even with her for the humiliation I suffered today."

Next door to these girls in another private room, Greg sat with Jen. "Greg, they are talking about your precious sister in law." 

"Humph! As if they could do anything to Yuki. That girl can't even move, and she can deal with things so easily. But more importantly, you got them, right?" Greg asked as he clapped his hands together and rubbed them back and forth.

"You know… How many peoples boyfriends would tell their girlfriend to go out and have sex with her friends just so he can get some pictures?" Jen asked, rolling her eyes. 

"Hey, you started this by cheating on me first. This is punishment. I just wanted to see your sexy face as you get eaten by a girl. What is wrong with that?"  Greg asked shamelessly.

"You! You truly are a degenerate! How the hell did I fall in love with you!?" Jen said as she tossed the pictures on the table. "Happy!?" 

"You act as if you didn't enjoy it. Look at you in these pictures. You are completely getting off."  Greg showed Jen a picture of her leaning back with her eyes closed, her cheeks blushed. It seemed as if she was moaning.

"You! You better watch it, or I will just go live with them!" Jen snorted. She couldn't believe he was now blackmailing her. She knew she was in the wrong, but she never thought Greg would ask her to go fuck Sophia and Amber again. He had no idea how embarrassing it was to ask if she could take pictures. She, of course, did not give Greg any of the pictures that showed Sophia or Amber's privates. 

"Ahh! Don't say that! I already wore a green hat. I don't want to wear one again!" Greg quickly put the pictures away and stopped teasing Jen. Although he was mad when he found out she did have sex with her friends, just by the fact that it was not a guy made him not care as much but… He wasn't going to let her off so easily. He demanded that she go back and fuck them again and take pictures of her getting off to another girl. He was a guy! He liked girl on girl action!

"Anyway, are you really not going to do anything to those girls?" Jen asked, changing the subject. Normally if it has anything to do with Yuki or Trisha, he would freak out and become an evil villain.

"Heh… I know." Greg pressed the button to the side. 

Not even a minute later, a knock came at the door. A male waiter walked in and bowed his head: "Your Highness. What can I get for you?"

"Mm… My meal that I am about to have will be charged to the ladies next door. So make sure you give me your most expensive wines, five bottles of each. I want the most expensive meals you have. Just enough for two people, but charge me 100 fold for each dish. Once you total it up, multiply the final price by 1000. Do not let them leave until they have paid the total cost. If they do not pay strip them naked and toss them out on the street." Greg said coldly. 

The male waiter shivered hearing Greg's orders. He knew Greg was a prince and dared not go against his orders. But he had to be sure to tell his manager, or he may end up losing his job. He quickly bowed his head and said: "I will see to it, Your Highness."

With this, the waiter quickly rushed to find his manager, not daring to leave a single order out. Once the Manager heard what he was asked to do The manager told him he would handle it and headed to the girls room after getting the full tally on the orders. "Come in."

"Madams, I am here to give you the bill." The restaurant manager said as he placed the bill on the table. He then waved his hand signaling for three large men to enter the room.