51 Chapter 51 (1/2)
After the slave told her that the thief of her lingerie was no other but Master Jean, Dinah was growing restless. All her insides kept twisting and turning from the mere thought that some pervert had set it all up, a risky and reckless plan, by the way, to get her favorite lace panties and... Her consciousness refused to imagine that picture, so disgusting it was. A middle-aged man! A respected master, after all!
No matter how cold-blooded murderess she was when it concerned her honor different laws came into effect.
For some reason, she trusted Kyon's words almost unconditionally but she was in no hurry to run out to Jean with screams ”I know everything!” - first, she had to gather real evidence. Therefore, the next day she put on black clothes and a black mask and resolutely went to the man's mansion.
The house of the master was significantly inferior in luxury and size to the mansion of Juno. The security guard was average, the walls were low, the barriers were absent at all; apparently, Jean didn't need them, there was no one to defend. Dinah easily slipped by security, imperceptibly went past a few servants: she knew the hiding technique of a C rank and not everyone could see her without looking too close.
The girl had thoroughly studied the internal structure of the house, found out where Jean slept, waited until he went somewhere he was supposed to be and got inside the room. Her observant eyes scanned all the furniture: her precious lingerie was not there.
{Perhaps he wears it in the spatial ring.} - She thought and took out a small, transparent pebble with a dull trigram floating inside. That formation recorded the rays of light then converted them into a picture and saved it.Simply put, that item was a kind of camcorder.
Dinah put the transparent pebble on the top shelf of the bookcase so that it could hardly be found by accident. Once again she looked meticulously around - nothing was supposed to betray her presence and the next moment she wasn't there anymore. It wasn't the most legitimate way to find out the information but was it better to interrogate the master personally? What if he was not guilty at all? In that case, there would be hell to pay.
The other day, the girl again secretly entered the mansion, took the visual formation and took off unnoticed the same way.
She came back to Juno's mansion, to her room, ignoring her sister's grumbling that she wasn't doing her work. There, she took out the transparent pebble and poured some pure force into it. The light streamed from the core like a ”spotlight” and got reflected in a bright image on the wall.
The moving picture depicted the room of Jean.
Dinah changed slightly the action of pure force and played forward the living scene. Here Jean returned to the room, straightened his shoulders, stretched his back, neck, did the splits, some exercises. What a good master, practicing even at home.
The girl felt some annoyance, she must have been mistaken. The guy had tricked her! Come on, such a respected master couldn't do any dirty things. She wanted to turn off the projection already, feeling a pang of regret for her unceremonious intrusion into the private life of an honest man when something in the man's face caught her attention - his eyes glittered, a crazy smile wandered on his lips - definitely a lunatic, just out of the looney bin.
Dinah froze tensely and the ”video image” kept on entertaining her with a succession of horrible pictures: now Jean pulled his pants off, revealing to the whole world what he was hiding underneath - black lace panties stretched on his decrepit bottom and front part, bursting at the seams from… from...The girl screamed and put her hand to her mouth. And the master, purring with content, laid his hand on his protruding package and got moving, swinging into action his wild, dark and lustful business. In doing so, judging by the image, he was getting incomparable pleasure: although the formation did not make a sound, Dinah could hear his hoarse breathing and animal moans as if he was near.
The girl was speechless, she lost the ability to think and move. The latter was not completely lost, though, her body was trembling uncontrollably, all the color came out of her face, pulsating blood pounded in her head. All her insides turned upside down and her soul seemed to have left her body in a hurry, leaving behind the ringing emptiness in the lifeless shell. A bitter lump rose in her throat and refused to fall back into the stomach. The awareness was tolling like a funeral bell in her thoughts: the old man was using her lingerie for a dirty, disgusting, icky satisfaction of his lust. All the dignity of the highest servant of the patriarch was crushed by a heavy dirty shoe, then crumpled and threw away into the cesspool, as some trash.
The room began to spin rapidly, everything went dark — Dinah fell on the bed with a low moan, sinking into a life-saving coma. However, even there she kept having a terrible nightmare, which forced her to thrash around in delirium. She'd always been distinguished by incredible endurance and strength of spirit, ruthlessness, and composure but when she was hit at the most vulnerable point - her dignity, her psychological defense failed.
She woke up only an hour later in a cold sweat, shaking with her whole body in a terrible chill and fever. The mere thought of what had happened got the wind knocked out of her. Her mental state became unstable.