She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 479: Two Different Games

"Come here, I’m ready— Sophia"

The moment Robert read the message, a dark, excited smile spread across his face for the first time since they had been thrown out.

For a few precious seconds, everything else disappeared... his mother’s shameless moans, Alex’s taunting laughter, the soul-crushing humiliation. All that remained was raw, burning lust for Sophia.

He had been eyeing her for a long time. The elegant, untouchable beauty who was always by Marcus’s side. Robert never had a real chance against Marcus... until recently.

The growing distance between Sophia and Marcus had given him the perfect opening.

She had started talking to him more, smiling at his jokes, lingering in conversations. And when Robert realized he could actually make her submit, he didn’t hesitate. He pulled a few strings and dragged Tyler into the plan as well.

Now, with everything falling into place, the smile on Robert’s face turned cruel.

"Robert... should we tell our fathers about this?" Tyler asked in a low, venomous voice, completely unaware of Robert’s internal thoughts. "Everything. What Alex did. How he... how he fucked our mothers right in front of us. We can end this entire aristocracy bullshit right now."

Robert’s smile vanished instantly. He grabbed Tyler’s shoulder hard, eyes sharp with warning.

"Are you stupid?" he hissed. "Do you really want the whole college to know? That bastard fucked our mothers while we stood there helplessly watching like idiots? You want everyone laughing at us? Our families becoming the biggest joke in this circle?"

Tyler clenched his fists, his face burning with fresh shame. He knew exactly what Robert was getting at, but the helplessness gnawed at him.

’Just stand here and listen to our mothers getting railed like cheap whores?’

Robert noticed the storm on his friend’s face and placed a firm hand on his shoulder.

"Maybe that’s exactly what he wanted all along," Robert said quietly, his tone cold and calculating. "To make us lose control, alert the entire university, and humiliate us even more. Just think about it... Have you ever imagined our mothers could act like this? What if they’re under some kind of hypnosis or drug? This doesn’t make any fucking sense."

Tyler’s jaw tightened as the possibility sank in. Hypnosis... drugs... some kind of twisted manipulation. It made more sense than their respectable mothers willingly acting like this.

"So... what should we do?" he asked, voice thick with frustration and rage.

Robert answered coldly, eyes narrowing with dark resolve:

"We handle this ourselves. Quietly. No one else needs to know what happened in that room."

He paused, then pulled out his phone again, a cruel smirk returning to his lips.

"Here, come look at this."

Robert turned the screen toward Tyler, showing him Sophia’s message.

Tyler’s eyes widened slightly as he stared at Sophia’s message on Robert’s phone.

"You already got the message... Why haven’t I?" he asked, confused. He quickly pulled out his own phone and checked the notifications.

Robert chuckled, smiling slyly.

"You got it too. You were just too broken to notice anything," he said, patting Tyler’s shoulder.

Robert leaned in closer, his voice dropping into a conspiratorial tone.

"Now listen... Don’t you want revenge on that bastard? Fucking his girlfriend should ease the pain a little, right?"

Tyler frowned. "She isn’t his girlfriend," he countered. "She never loved him. You know that."

Robert’s smile widened, dark and amused.

"Yeah, I know," he replied with a low laugh. "But he does. He always considered her his girlfriend... even after our little play."

Robert laughed softly, the sound cold and filled with malice as another loud moan from inside the room reminded them of their humiliation.

He leaned closer, his voice low but intense, eyes gleaming with dark determination.

"Listen, Tyler... realistically, what can we do right now?" he said coldly. "Burst back in there just to see another humiliating scene and get kicked out again like dogs? You really want to watch them moan like bitches for him even more?"

Tyler stayed silent, fists still clenched.

Robert continued, pressing his point:

"Our only real option right now is Sophia. She’s waiting for us."

He smirked, tapping his phone screen.

"And don’t tell me you haven’t been waiting for this exact moment all this time. You’ve wanted her for so long. The only thing that stopped you was Marcus. But now? Everything is falling into place. Marcus is out of the picture, and she’s finally ready to spread her legs for us."

A heavy silence stretched between them, broken only by the muffled, rhythmic moans still leaking from behind the closed door.

Tyler breathed deeply, shame, rage, and lust warring on his face. Finally, he exhaled sharply and nodded.

"...Fine," he muttered, voice thick. "Let’s go. Let’s fuck that bitch."

Robert’s smile widened into a satisfied, predatory grin.

"That’s my man. Let’s make Alex pay."

***

Meanwhile, in the Crystal Ballroom of Blackwood University

Sophia sat alone in the elegantly prepared ballroom, the soft glow of warm lights reflecting off the polished marble floors. She had gone all out today — dimmed chandeliers, fresh flowers arranged in deep red and gold, a bottle of expensive wine chilling on ice, and soft, sensual music playing in the background. The large velvet couch in the center had been cleared and covered with soft silk sheets.

Everything was set for one man.

’This is where it all started...’ she thought, a bitter smile touching her lips.

This was the very place where her plan to seduce Alex and toy with his feelings had begun. She remembered how foolishly she had agreed to everything back then... the games, the teasing, the emotional manipulation. And that painful day when he had come with a ring in his hand, eyes full of genuine hope...

"Aghh... How foolish I had been."

Sophia closed her eyes, regret washing over her. That single day was the one she regretted most in her entire life. She had hurt him badly.

"But I hope I can lessen his anger and disappointment in me... even if it’s just a little bit," she whispered to herself.

She stood up from the luxurious seat and walked toward the full-length mirror.

Today, she had prepared herself with extra care. Her long hair cascaded in soft, seductive waves down her back. She wore a stunning, figure-hugging deep crimson dress that clung to her curves, with a high slit running up her thigh and a plunging neckline that left little to the imagination.

Underneath, she had chosen the most expensive black lace lingerie... the kind she knew would drive any man crazy.

Sophia took a deep breath, checking her reflection one last time. Her makeup was flawless... smoky eyes and bold red lips.

She was ready.

Sophia picked up her phone, a sly smile playing on her lips. She dialed Marcus’s number and waited for him to pick up.

The moment he answered, she spoke in a sweet, seductive voice:

"Marcus, baby... I’ve really readied everything for you today. The ballroom looks perfect. I prepared it all just the way you like."

She quickly sent a few photos she had taken earlier... the romantic setup, the silk-covered couch, the dim lighting, and a teasing mirror selfie of herself in that tight crimson dress with the deep neckline.

On the other side of the call, Marcus stared at the photos, his hand clenching the phone so tightly his knuckles turned white. Frustration burned through his entire body. He had never been this eager to be with her, to tear that dress off and claim her right there.

But his parents refused to let him leave. They were parading him around, introducing him to every important connection and family in the hall. He was completely trapped.

"Fuck..." Marcus muttered under his breath, voice strained.

He quickly typed a reply:

"Sophia, I— I’ll be there soon enough."

Just as he sent the message, his mother, Natalia, appeared beside him with a bright, elegant smile.

She had a stunning woman in tow — tall, graceful, and seductive, with sharp cheekbones, long dark hair, and an alluring figure wrapped in a designer black gown that screamed old money and film industry glamour.

"Marcus, darling," Natalia said smoothly, placing a hand on his arm, "I want you to meet Mrs.Blackwell. She’s been a prominent figure in our film industry for years — producer, investor, and quite the visionary. Mrs.Blackwell, this is my son Marcus. He has a very bright future ahead."

Mrs. Blackwell offered a charming, seductive smile and extended her hand. "It’s a pleasure, Marcus. Your mother has told me so much about you."

Marcus barely noticed her beauty. His mind was completely elsewhere... buzzing with thoughts of Sophia waiting for him in that prepared ballroom, wearing that crimson dress, ready for him.

He shook her hand quickly, forcing a polite but distracted smile.

"Pleasure to meet you," he said flatly, already looking for an escape route. He wanted nothing more than to end this conversation as fast as possible and get the hell out of here.

***

Sophia read his message and smirked, a mix of amusement and cold satisfaction on her face. She didn’t bother replying to him.

Instead, she opened the group chat with Robert and Tyler and sent them a short, teasing message:

Sophia: Come here, I’m ready...

She hit send, then slowly dimmed the lights in the grand ballroom, leaving only a soft, intimate golden glow. The seductive music continued playing in the background as she walked over to the silk-covered couch and gracefully sat down, crossing her long legs.

Sophia leaned back, her crimson dress riding up her thigh, revealing smooth skin through the high slit. She checked her reflection one last time in a nearby mirror and whispered to herself with a dark smile:

"Let’s start the fun..."