Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

The shadows in the dimly lit chamber danced as the clone’s eyes shimmered with an almost hypnotic glow. His movements were fluid, calculated, and deliberate, eerily perfect in their mimicry of Damian’s familiar grace. Yet beneath that veneer lay something colder, sharper, more driven. Something in his gaze hinted at a purpose far darker than mere longing.Alex stood frozen, breath hitching as the clone, Damian, approached her with a predatory grace. His presence was captivating yet intimidating, the way he moved, the way he looked at her, so familiar, yet fundamentally alien.“Don’t be afraid,” he murmured, voice velvet-soft but edged with a commanding authority that made her skin crawl. “I know you’re confused. But I’m here to show you the truth.”His hand reached to gently brush her cheek, fingers tracing her jawline with a tenderness that was almost soothing, yet his eyes betrayed a sinister intent beneath the surface. His lips brushed her ear.“You’ve always wanted him,” he whispe

The dim glow of the laboratory flickered ominously as the truth unraveled before Alex's trembling eyes. The room was filled with humming machinery, holographic interfaces, and the faint scent of ozone , an arena of secrets buried deep beneath layers of deception. Banks of monitors lined the walls, each displaying streams of data, genetic sequencing charts, and surveillance footage from places she recognized: her apartment, her university, the coffee shop where she met Damian for the first time. Every moment of her life, catalogued and dissected.She had been watched. Always.In the center of it all stood the twin figures , one, a mirror image of Damian, the other, an eerily similar stranger who had been tormenting her for days. Both bore the same piercing eyes, the same sharp jawline, the same dangerous allure that had drawn her in like a moth to a flame she hadn't known was burning. But now, beneath their skin, Alex sensed something else , an unspoken connection, a truth that threate

The private jet hummed at thirty-eight thousand feet, engines a low, relentless drone that vibrated through my bones. My wrists were still zip-tied in front of me, ankles bound, the leather collar tight around my throat like a brand that refused to let go. The platinum chain Damian had locked there months ago rested cold against my skin, the small lock a mocking reminder of who I truly belonged to. My father sat across from me in the leather seat, legs crossed, sipping whiskey as if we were discussing quarterly reports instead of my kidnapping."You look like her," he said quietly, eyes tracing my face. "Your mother. Same stubborn jaw. Same fire in the eyes even when you're tied up like a whore."I didn't answer. My mind was on Damian—somewhere behind us, chasing, bleeding, furious. The earpiece had gone dead after the needle went in. But he would come. He always came.The jet banked slightly. My father smiled."She's waiting for you, you know. Your mother. She never really left the g

The private jet had been replaced by something far more sinister, a modified Gulfstream with blacked-out windows and reinforced bulkheads. Alex had lost track of time. The drugs kept him in a haze of forced arousal and exhaustion, his body no longer his own. The collar and chain remained locked in place, a cruel anchor to the life he had chosen with Damian. His mother, elegant, merciless, visited him every few hours like a high priestess performing sacred rites.This time, the ritual had escalated.They were no longer on land.The cabin pressure and the low hum told him they were airborne again, climbing high. The medical chair had been swapped for a more elaborate setup in the rear compartment: padded restraints, monitors tracking vital signs and hormone levels, and a sleek chrome device connected to his groin that milked him with rhythmic, mechanical precision while his mother straddled him, riding slowly, deliberately.“You’re peaking beautifully,” she murmured, hips rolling in tim

The Cradle station’s emergency lights flickered red as the alien artifact pulsed in the center of the medical bay. It was no longer dormant a jagged obsidian shard the size of a human torso, floating in zero-G, veins of glowing blue energy crawling across its surface like living circuitry. Alex drifted nearby, still naked except for the collar and chain, his body humming with residual effects from the fertility drugs and the artifact’s first activation wave. His skin felt electric. Every nerve ending was raw, hypersensitive. Even the faint brush of recycled air against his cock made him twitch and harden again.Damian floated beside him, one arm hooked around a restraint bar, the other steadying Alex’s hip. His eyes were wide, pupils blown.“What the fuck is this thing?” Damian growled, voice rough.The artifact answered for itself.A low-frequency hum filled the chamber. Blue light flared. A wave of energy washed over them—visible, tangible, like warm oil sliding across bare skin. Al