Ch 7 — Pinned Down by a Sex Addict

“A whore! A common whore!” Carl Vieregg’s roar could probably be heard across the entire neighborhood of Nordstrand.

Vieregg had known this moment was coming, had felt it building ever since he heard his father’s voice in the foyer.

But nothing could have prepared him for this.

His father stood in the middle of the living room, rigid with rage, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like his teeth might crack under the pressure. His Swedish sensibilities had taken a severe hit, crumbling under the sheer absurdity of what he was witnessing.

And Idun? Completely unfazed.

She stood right there, still naked, her long red hair cascading over her shoulders, a large, glistening pink dildo still in her hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Vieregg’s soul tried to exit his body.

“This,” Carl threw up his hands, his breath coming sharp and unsteady, “this is why you’re still in Oslo?!”

Vieregg opened his mouth to answer, but—

Carl had already launched into full-scale attack mode.

“The board has been waiting for you to return, your duties are piling up, and instead I find you shacked up with a prostitute!”

“Excuse me?” Idun cut in, tilting her head, her long red hair falling over her shoulders like fire.

Carl barely glanced at her. “Silence, woman! You have done enough damage.”

A very bad thing happened then. Idun narrowed her green eyes. There were certain phrases one did not say to Idun Amalie Wang.

“You f—” she began, her normally soft, grounded tone suddenly edged with fury—every syllable sharper than anyone would expect from a girl with an Eastfold lilt.

Vieregg moved on instinct. He lunged forward, clapped a hand over Idun’s mouth, and yanked her close.

Carl exhaled sharply, his disgust barely contained. “You’re the CEO of Vieregg Industries! And this is what you’ve reduced yourself to? Throwing away your name for… this?”

Vieregg’s brain was blaring sirens. Danger. Danger. Danger. He had seconds before Idun murdered his father.

He leaned in, whispering frantically into her ear:
“If you come with me now, I’ll fuck you later. Promise.”

Idun’s body softened immediately.

She blinked up at him, hesitating—her rage melting into deep, genuine thought. “…Promise?” she whispered back.

“Swear it,” Vieregg choked out.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Carl still mid-rant, gesturing toward the ceiling as though begging Odin himself to smite his son for his degeneracy.

Not wasting another second, Vieregg grabbed Idun’s wrist and yanked her toward the bedroom.

“Dad, I’ll just—uh—escort Idun to get some actual clothes on,” Vieregg said quickly, retreating at full speed.

Carl’s final furious words followed them down the hall:
“GET THAT FILTHY WOMAN OUT OF MY SIGHT!”

Inside the bedroom, Vieregg shut the door behind them and pressed his forehead against the wood, exhaling hard.

Survived.
Barely.

“You really promised to fuck me later, right?” Idun asked, unbothered as ever.

Vieregg turned, rubbing his temples. “Idun, I need you to put on actual clothes. Jeans. A sweater. No crop tops. No micro-skirts. No see-through anything.”

Idun sighed dramatically. “Fine. But you are going to fuck me later, right?”

“Yes, fine, whatever,” Vieregg muttered, exhausted.

Idun grinned and reached for her clothes. “I’ll even tell your dad we never fucked and that I was just naked because I’m a sex addict.”

Vieregg winced. “That… won’t help.”

Idun shrugged. “It’s the truth.”

It was. But still.

Vieregg exhaled sharply, rubbing his face. “Look, just… stay here. I need to go back out and try to contain the damage.”

Idun gave him a thumbs-up. “Good luck with that!”

Vieregg steeled himself as he stepped back into the living room. His father stood exactly where he’d left him—rigid, furious, shaking with barely-contained rage. The silence was thick, like the moment before a storm breaks.

Carl’s expression barely shifted, but his cold blue eyes drilled into his son, sharp and unforgiving. “You,” he said finally, voice low and deadly, “have humiliated me.”

Vieregg inhaled slowly, keeping his face neutral. “Dad, I—”

Carl lifted a shaking hand, cutting him off. “You were meant to lead Vieregg Industries, not—” His chest heaved. “—not throw it all away for some whore.”

A sharp inhale from behind. Oh no. Vieregg turned just in time to see Idun storming into the room, her green eyes blazing, fists clenched.

“Idun, no,” Vieregg warned, but she shrugged off his grip and advanced.

“I am not a whore,” she said through clenched teeth.

Carl barely spared her a glance. “Oh? You expect me to believe you’re something else? Dressed like that? Behaving like that?”

“Like what?” Idun shot back. “Like a normal woman from my country? Or do women in Sweden faint if a man so much as thinks about sex?”

Carl’s eyebrow twitched. “Normal? Is that what you call it? Walking around naked? Parading yourself like meat?”

That did it. Idun lunged forward.

Vieregg barely caught her wrist in time. “Idun, please,” he whispered desperately.

Carl sneered. “She has no shame. Like an animal in heat.”

Idun’s body surged with fury. She twisted in his grip, and he felt her strength—not just strong, but enhanced, her muscles coiled and trembling with restraint. He was losing control. A second more and she’d break free—Vieregg panicked.

“Idun,” he whispered, leaning close, his voice barely audible, “If you calm down, I’ll fuck you twice later!”

Idun immediately froze. Her breathing hitched, her rage flickering into confusion.

“…Twice?” she whispered, just to confirm.

“Yes! Yes, twice! But you have to go to the bedroom and let me handle this!”

A long pause. Then—miraculously—Idun huffed, rolled her eyes, and stepped back. “Fine. But you better not be lying, Vieregg.”

Carl stared. “…What the hell is wrong with you two?”

Vieregg wiped his forehead. “Dad. Listen. I have not been wasting time here. I have been managing the factory—effectively, I might add.”

Carl folded his arms, unmoved. “Then why are you still here? Why haven’t you returned to Gothenburg?”

Vieregg hesitated. Because— Because… He had no good answer.

Carl’s expression darkened. “Are you telling me you’d rather stay in this—this degenerate hellhole than return home and reclaim your place?”

Vieregg felt his stomach twist. “I…” He tried, but his throat felt dry.

Carl’s face hardened. “You are exactly like your sister.”

Vieregg’s blood ran cold. Carl never talked about Petra.

“She disappointed us, too,” Carl continued, voice dripping with contempt. “She walked away from everything. She was a selfish, ungrateful little—”

And then—Carl’s face went pale. He stumbled. His hand clutched his chest.

“…Oh,” Carl rasped, blinking in surprise. “I—I don’t feel so well.”

Vieregg’s heart stopped. Oh fuck.

Carl staggered back, gripping the couch for support. His breath came sharp and uneven.

Vieregg lunged forward. “Dad? Dad, what’s wrong?”

Carl’s knees buckled. He collapsed into the couch, trembling, clutching his chest.

Heart attack.

“Shit!” Vieregg grabbed his Simonsen Hugin phone, thumb shaking as he called 113.

Idun rushed in. “Let me help—”

Carl waved her off. Even in crisis, his hatred burned strong. “G-get… that woman away from me!”

Vieregg’s stomach churned. “Idun, please,” he said, voice strained. “Go to the bedroom. I’ll handle this.”

For once, Idun didn’t argue. She nodded, biting her lip, and disappeared into the room.

Vieregg knelt beside his father, pressing a hand to his shoulder. “Just hold on. The ambulance is coming.” Carl’s eyes fluttered closed. Vieregg felt like he was falling. This was too much.

The beeping heart monitor was the only sound in the sterile white room. Vieregg sat beside the hospital bed, head in his hands. His father was alive. The doctors said he’d recover.

But Vieregg already knew. This was it. The final line had been crossed.

Carl stirred, blinking against the fluorescent light. His voice was quiet, but firm. “Son. I love you.”

Vieregg’s throat tightened. “Dad, I—”

“But I cannot have you around anymore.”

Vieregg’s breath hitched.

Carl turned his head slightly, staring at the ceiling. “You are your sister all over again. My health… cannot take another hit like this.”

Vieregg felt like he’d been punched in the gut.

Carl exhaled slowly. “I would rather not see you in Gothenburg again.”

A sharp, cold pain stabbed through Vieregg’s chest.

Carl’s next words were final. “You are no longer the CEO of Vieregg Industries. The board will find a replacement.”

Vieregg stared. “You… you’re firing me?” he whispered.

Carl didn’t even look at him. “Go back to your… woman. Stay here. I don’t care. But do not return to Sweden.”

He wasn’t raising his voice anymore. He wasn’t shouting. He didn’t need to.

That was it.

The final decision. Not just about the company—about everything.

Carl Vieregg, the man who had dictated the course of his life, had just cut him off with a few cold, detached sentences. No more expectations. No more obligations. No more legacy.

The words settled in like concrete drying around him.

Vieregg had spent his whole life knowing exactly where he was supposed to be. Now, there was nothing.

His father closed his eyes, turning his head slightly toward the ceiling, as if the conversation had drained the last of his energy. The message was clear: This discussion was over.

Vieregg swallowed. He should have argued. He should have fought back. But what was the point?

Carl wasn’t a man who changed his mind.

Vieregg stood up and left the room.

When Vieregg walked out of the hospital later, he felt something unexpected—relief. He hated arguing with his father, hated seeing him in a hospital bed, but beneath that, there was something lighter. He had never cared much for being CEO of Vieregg Industries. He hadn’t been particularly good at it either.

When he had asked his father how he was doing, the answer had been simple: You could have been doing worse. Not exactly high praise, but not unfair either.

Technology and engineering had always been his passion. The business side of things, not so much. Managing people. Negotiating. Politics. He had never enjoyed it. But it had been his duty, part of the family legacy, and he hadn’t wanted to disappoint his father.

Now, that weight was gone.

His old life in Sweden had been running on autopilot. Now, everything was open. He could choose his own path.

His friends back home had always known him a certain way. They would have pictured him with a quiet, geeky girl—someone predictable. Never in a million years would they have imagined him spending time with a loudmouthed, sex-addicted woman built like a porn star. He could hardly believe it himself. Maybe that was why he kept Idun at arm’s length, despite how often he thought about grabbing her tits, spanking her ass, and fucking her senseless.

A black armored car with sharp angles pulled up to the hospital entrance. His cab. The door on the back slid open, and he stepped inside. It closed with a heavy thunk, followed by the familiar hiss of compressed air releasing. They loved their pneumatics here.

“Where to?” the cab driver asked.

“Vigdís Finnbogadóttir vei 14,” Vieregg answered.

Service worked differently here. Sweden and Norway were supposed to be sibling nations, close in culture, but Norway had always been the wilder one. Fewer cities. A land shaped by rugged landscapes, by farmers and fishermen who lived scattered across desolate stretches. It lacked the polished urban service culture of Sweden—no unnecessary pleasantries, no professional detachment. Just people getting straight to the point, direct and unfiltered.

But then, so did he. An influence from his Norwegian mother. It had always made him feel a little out of place in Sweden.

The cab pulled onto the highway.

“Hey,” Vieregg said, glancing at the passing traffic, “I noticed most cars here have thick steel plating.”

“The insurgents,” the cab driver answered. “The male insurgency. The Redpillers. Used to be worse—bombings, shootouts. Downtown was a war zone at one point. A lot less now.” He flicked his eyes up to the mirror. “Swedish, right?”

“Yeah, from Gothenburg. I was actually born here, though. Just don’t remember much. We left when I was a few years old.”

The cab was approaching downtown Oslo. Vieregg could see the three massive, black Imperial Towers rising on the horizon, their dark silhouettes looming over the city. Further ahead, an Imperial airship was descending toward the docking bays. They came and went constantly. The Oslo aerodrome was always busy.

“You’re lucky,” the cab driver muttered. “I wish my family had gotten out of this country when they had the chance. Too late now.”

“I’m thinking of staying,” Vieregg said.

The driver snapped his head toward the mirror. “You’re crazy, man. Why the hell would you want to live here? You’re a man. They treat you like shit. You’re second class. Women run everything.” He let out a bitter laugh. “I wish I lived in Sweden. Must be great over there.”

“It is,” Vieregg admitted, “but it’s a bit boring. You’ve got some damn hot women over here.” He smirked.

The cab pulled into Nordstrand, climbing the steep terrain above the fjord. The view opened up as they ascended, revealing the deep blue waters stretching toward the horizon. It was one of the reasons he had bought his house here.

“Oh yeah, the women are hot as fuck,” the cab driver said, shaking his head. “But stay away from them. They treat you like a damn dildo.” He sighed. “Okay, to be fair, some of them are nice. But plenty? They’ll chew you up and spit you out.”

His grip tightened slightly on the steering wheel. “Are you married? Back in Sweden?”

“No, no luck there,” Vieregg said.

The driver let out a sharp laugh. “No? Then you’re lucky. That’s what I want—just my own place, no one to answer to.” He exhaled through his nose, the frustration slipping into his voice. “I live with my wife and her sister. Did you know every woman over here is a sex addict? Now imagine living with two of them.”

“I know,” Vieregg said.

“And still, you want to stay here.” The cab driver let out a sharp breath, shaking his head. “You have no idea what it’s like, man. Living with a sex addict—let alone two of them. And it doesn’t stop there. If you’re a man, sooner or later, the Imperial Inquisition is going to drag you in. Happened to me three, maybe four times since I’ve lived here.” His agitation was rising now, his fingers tapping restlessly on the steering wheel.

The car rolled to a stop in front of Vieregg’s house, but he stayed put, listening.

“The Inquisition doesn’t need a reason,” the driver continued. “They make up whatever they want. Doesn’t matter if you’re involved in the insurgency or not. Those crazy bitches just want to have sex. If they decide they want you, that’s it. They trump up charges, haul you in, and once they’ve got you there?” He scoffed, rubbing his jaw. “They drug you. Make sure you’re hard. Then it’s just one after the other, using you until they’ve had their fill. It’s not just sex—they are into some real twisted shit.”

“I know,” Vieregg said. “It happened to me already.”

The driver turned fully in his seat, staring at him. “And yet, you want to stay!” He let out a short, humorless laugh. “Man, look at me. I got an ugly face, and they still dragged me in four times. You? You’re a handsome bastard. You can bet they’ve got their eyes on you already. Unless you’re real smart about how you move, it won’t be just four times for you.”

He exhaled, shaking his head, and tapped a few buttons on the dashboard, closing out the fare.

Vieregg took out his Simonsen Hugin phone. Blue lights pulsed as his AI assistant, Liv, processed the payment request.

“The cab has requested a payment of 450 kroner. Do you want to accept, Vieregg?”

“Yes,” he muttered. A yellow light flashed on the dashboard—payment received.

Vieregg stepped out of the cab and walked inside. Idun was sitting on the couch, waiting. The moment she saw him, she jumped up, arms stretching toward him, and pulled him into a hug.

“Vieregg, how’s your dad?” she asked.

She hugged him tightly, pressing her body against his. Vieregg stiffened. Her scent, her warmth—her tits. He felt them—soft, heavy, unmistakable—flattening against his chest. Her breath against his neck. He wanted her. Badly.

“You’re being very friendly with someone you think is an asshole,” he teased, letting her go.

Idun gave him a playful punch on the shoulder. “Vieregg, come on. Tell me how your dad is. I feel terrible.”

“He’s fine. My old man’s too stubborn to die.” He paused. “Sorry, that came out wrong. I love my dad. But he really can be an asshole sometimes.”

“So, being an asshole runs in the family?” Idun teased, then hesitated. “Sorry. I shouldn’t joke right now.”

“No, no, Idun. It’s totally fine. Never stop telling me what a dick I am.” He laughed, shaking his head.

She smirked. “So is he a sexist too?”

“Yeah, kind of. Not like me though.” Vieregg exhaled, rubbing his face. “My dad would never have stared at your boobs like I do.”

Idun grinned and, without missing a beat, started jumping up and down, making her massive tits bounce wildly. “Not even if I do this?” she laughed.

Vieregg stared, then shook his head. “Ah, that I don’t know. He’d probably yell at you and call you a whore or something.”

Idun’s laughter faded slightly. “Hey… I heard you stand up for me when he called me that.” She hesitated, looking down. “I’m sorry that made your dad have a heart attack.”

Vieregg sighed. “That’s not on you.”

She looked at him again, a small, uncertain smile forming. “Still… my heart kind of swelled when you did that. My white knight, I thought.” She nudged him. “But then I got really worried I wouldn’t be able to call you an asshole anymore.”

Vieregg smirked. “Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll find a way.”

She studied him for a moment, then sat down on the couch. He sat beside her.

“So… what now?” she asked.

Vieregg exhaled slowly. “I’m not CEO anymore. And I’m not wanted back in Gothenburg.”

When she asked what he was going to do, he paused for a long time. He had been asking himself the same question for weeks.

Stay or leave.

Logic told him to leave. Everything told him to leave. Imperial Norway was a dead end, a trap. The cab driver had made that painfully clear.

And yet, every time he thought about packing up, getting on a train, going back to Sweden, his gut told him something else. Stay.

Or maybe it wasn’t his gut. Maybe it was lower than that.

At face value, staying here was madness. But no matter how many times he weighed the risks, he kept circling back to the same conclusion.

He had to decide soon. His permit was running out. Staying wasn’t hard—men could get permanent residency easily enough—but that meant citizenship. And citizenship was a one-way ticket.

Once you belonged to Imperial Norway, you never left. No free movement. No way out. Only special permits, nearly impossible to obtain, let citizens travel abroad. Idun had only gotten one because of her mother’s connections.

For anyone else, once you stayed, you stayed forever.

When Vieregg finally spoke, the words felt foreign in his mouth.

“I will go back to Sweden.”

Idun’s expression darkened instantly, but Vieregg barely saw it. He was still processing what he had just said.

It wasn’t what he wanted. But reason had won. Or at least, that’s what he told himself.

His gut twisted. His body screamed at him that he was making a mistake. But his brain—the part of him that had spent years trying to make smart, calculated decisions—had taken over, pushing down everything else.

Leave now, before you do something stupid.

He had to. Staying here was madness.

He knew it would be hard for Idun to live in Sweden. It would be hard for him too. But staying? That would be worse.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Idun stared at him, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. He forced himself to hold her gaze, but it felt like standing in the open, stripped bare.

“Idun, I don’t want to leave you.” Vieregg reached for her, trying to soften the blow. “Come with me. We make a great team. We’ve got to keep working together.”

Idun let out a short, bitter laugh. “A great team? Fuck you, Vieregg.” Her eyes snapped up, sharp and burning. “Don’t toy with my feelings. You know I’ve got a crush on you. And I know you feel something for me too.”

Vieregg opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, she stepped closer, grabbing his arms.

“You promised to fuck me,” she said. “Twice.”

His stomach dropped.

She grinned. “And I’m collecting.”

She pulled him up, pushing him toward the bedroom with single-minded determination.

“Do we really need to do it right now?” Vieregg protested as she shoved him backward.

“Yes,” Idun said. Uncompromising.

Idun pushed him down onto the bed, unzipping his pants with a determined, fluid motion. This was what he had fantasized about countless times, but now that it was happening, panic settled in.

He had barely any experience with women. Idun was a sexual goddess. She was going to think he was clumsy. Pathetic.

She yanked his pants down, unbuttoned his shirt, working him out of his clothes effortlessly, her certainty making his hesitation feel almost childish. She was the predator. She knew exactly what she was doing. Exactly what she wanted.

Now his shirt was off. Only his underwear remained. Idun bit her lip, eyes gleaming.

Then she pulled it down, and his half-erect cock sprang free. She smiled. All hers.

Vieregg’s heart slammed in his chest. I’m going to fuck this up. He started sitting up. “Idun, I don’t think I can do this. We have to wait. I’m not ready.”

She pinned him down instantly. He struggled. Useless. She was crazy strong. He wasn’t going anywhere.

“Stop being such a prudish pussy, Vieregg,” she snapped. “You promised me. My pussy needs this. You can’t back out now. Do you not want me? Am I not attractive to you?”

“Yes, yes, I want you!” Vieregg blurted. “You’re the most attractive, sexy woman I’ve ever met, Idun.”

“Then what’s the fucking problem?” She was staring at him now, frustrated, breathing heavier. “Vieregg, I keep calling you an asshole, but you’re the only man I’ve met in a long time who hasn’t taken advantage of me. I want you. Be honest with me.”

While she spoke, she shifted her hips, grinding her wet pussy along his shaft, slicking him with her juices. The heat, the friction—his dick twitched, hardening against his will.

His resolve crumbled. Before he could stop himself, the words came tumbling out.

“Because you’re way out of my league!”

Idun froze.

She stared at him, blinking in confusion. “What are you even talking about? You were the CEO of a major industrial conglomerate. And me? I was just the office slut everyone made sex jokes about.”

She was panting now. Her eyes fluttering closed.

Vieregg swallowed hard. “I’ve never been with any woman remotely as beautiful as you,” he admitted. “A-And you have so much experience. I’ve got… almost nothing.”

Idun opened her eyes, staring at him with something new. Something softer.

“Is that what this is about?” she asked.