Page 32 of Ruthless Chaos
In front of us are the vitals of every freshman girl sorted into Hemlock and Chaos House this semester. To sweeten the pot, the hopeful who fucks the most girls from the list within the next month—and can provide proof for every conquest—automatically becomes a Kingmaker.
The idea of the fuck list was introduced by our Kingmaker chapter a generation ago. They believed that a man who could charm his way into any girl’s pants possessed something special enough to warrant becoming a Kingmaker.
I hate the idea of it.
I earned my spot at the table the hard way—through blood, sweat and sheer thirst for power. I’ve spilled blood for Kingmaker House, too.
Unlike Keller, who fucked his way to the top like a common whore. The fuck list gives people who don’t deserve it,people like him, a chance.
We sort the papers into two piles—blondes and the rest.
“Alright gentlemen,” I say, commanding the eyes of everyone in the room. Even Keller looks at me reluctantly. “As is customary, each member of the Council gets to choose one girl to remove from the challenge.” I gesture to the pile on the table. “The woman you select will become your Courtesan for the rest of the semester.”
They nod. Keller’s eyes are already glued to the pile, leering at the picture of the girl whose file is first.
A flicker of anger kindles in me. Every year hestilltries to fuck as many girls on the list as he can, even though he has no need to. It’s disgusting.
“Let’s begin.”
I get the first right of refusal as Head Kingmaker. I start sorting through the pile.
The room is so quiet I can hear my own heart beating.
The girls are generic, as usual. This is my third time sifting through the pile since I’ve been at Saint Frederic. The pool gets worse each time, it seems.
None of the blondes spark my interest.
When I start sifting through the other pile, I do it quicker than before.
But thenherface comes up, and my fingers hesitate.
I skim her file—Allie Clarke, eighteen, Psychology major, no family information listed. On paper, she’s an enigma. It’s rare to stumble on someone so private their family doesn’t even want their connections listed in the records.
My eyes linger on her photo.
She looks dazed by the camera. Her almond-shaped hazel eyes are wide, her plump, pink mouth slightly agape, and the lighting gives her brown skin a golden glow.
Even in this photo, there’s this fawn-like innocence about her. Like she’s unsure of the world and needs help to make sense of it.
Now I have the knowledge that she looks like that because sheisinnocent.
Blood rushes to my cock, so I take my eyes off her picture.
It took jerking off to the memory of her pussy clenching my fingers in an ice-cold shower and nearly an hour in the gym to burn off the pent-up arousal our encounter left me with. The last thing I need is to be afflicted by it again.
I’ve hesitated long enough that everyone’s looking at me.
I should continue skimming and not choose anyone, the way I usually do. It’s the right thing to do. If I take her off the fuck list, I’ll have to make her my Courtesan, which comes with its own set of problems. She’s a fucking virgin, after all.
And that’s also the reason I can’t let her stay on the list.
She has never had sex before. If I leave her on the list, I’m basically guaranteeing that this girl’s first time is going to be with an absolute asshole who’s only using her for his own upward mobility. Or Keller, which is even worse.
Strangely, the thought of him even touching her makes my blood boil.
When I kissed her by the lake, she melted into me. Even her resistance was weak. There’s no way she’ll be able to protect herself from the predators here.
At least with me, I know she’ll be safe.
