"THALIA!"
Cruxius, in that fleeting mont, clearly saw the slender figure of the woman falling backward through the transparent glass window.
His mind, entirely focused, accelerated—freezing ti just enough for him to catch the shock, the surprise, and the wet sheen of tears glistening on her face. Her clothes whipped wildly around her, outlining the soft curves he had already claid. It was enough for him to understand who pushed her—her stepsister.
Bam!
’...Thalia?’
The sound of her fragile body colliding with the ground, though distant, echoed clearly in his ears.
She had hit the ground hard—hard enough for him to know as he slowly stood up from the step he’d been sitting on.
Knowing Thalia’s personality—just how unlike any other woman she was, still fiercely strong and defiant even after what he had put her through last night—he knew she wouldn’t commit suicide.
He stepped forward, placing his large palm flat against the cold glass, knowing the last person she would have t was her stepsister. His gaze turned terrifyingly cold, a dark, possessive anger flaring in his eyes as he spoke:
"Darithi, break this glass."
"Sorry?"
Darithi blinked, her chest rising against her tight uniform, confused as to why he said that. But her eyes t his—sharp, impassive, and utterly devoid of rcy.
As if there was nothing at all going on in that head of his.
Realizing the absolute seriousness of her master, she nodded. Without another word, she coiled her athletic body and punched the glass, her knuckles shattering it effortlessly—though she still didn’t understand why.
’What was her na again—?’
Cruxius thought lazily, hands tucked casually into his pockets, before stepping out and calmly jumping out of the shattered window, trying to recall Thalia’s stepsister’s na.
After all, she had just broken sothing that belonged to him.
"Master!"
Darithi reacted instantly, lunging from the building. Her superhuman agility made it easy—she caught the back of his tailored shirt collar with one hand, her own body stretching taut as she gripped the railing with her other hand, suspending them both in mid-air.
"Master, hold—"
"Shh. I’m thinking."
Cruxius, eyes closed and dangling casually from the eleventh floor, slowly opened them.
He’d decided. He was going to ruthlessly punish Thalia’s family, right after punishing her for being reckless enough to die.
He had chosen to ignore them before. But now?
They’d pissed him off.
And even more so did Thalia, who had tears in her eyes, dying like a broken, pathetic person.
As his woman, she was supposed to be strong. The sheer disappointnt made him decide to train her body and mind much more thoroughly beforehand. With a powerful push from his feet, he kicked off the concrete wall, causing the expensive fabric of his shirt to snap from Darithi’s grip.
He fell, the wind roaring past him, his dark eyes finally looking toward the hard surface rushing up to et him within seconds.
BAM!
The world flashed violently before it snapped back to normal.
Pain never ca; instead, the visceral sound that should have been his body slamming against the pavent turned into the sharp click of a door slamming open.
"Master! Did you call for ?!"
Darithi barged in exactly as before—and Cruxius blinked, his mind seamlessly reorienting.
He was standing.
Naked.
Again.
In the exact sa room.
In the exact sa mont.
The heavy, throbbing pressure in his cock was identical; the soft, trembling warmth of Doctor Seleyena’s fingertip touching the slick, wet tip of his dick’s head was identical. Her voluptuous body was kneeling submissively before him, her pretty face flushed crimson with a mix of sha and undeniable heat.
Only now, it wasn’t arousal stirring inside him—it was absolute, cold fury.
’!’
"Ah... I’ll co—"
Cruxius interrupted before Darithi could repeat her embarrassed retreat and leave the room, his voice sharp, dominant, and entirely detached:
"Stop. I called you. Collect all information about the Bernard family—especially the current head. It might be a woman. Also, dig up everything on Thalia’s stepsister."
"Y-yes...." Darithi’s gaze flicked briefly to his massive, fully erect shaft before snapping back to his face, taken aback by his sudden shift in tone. On the call, he had seed to be in danger, unlike now, where he stood completely unfazed in his nakedness.
Thump thump
"W-wait, I—"
Seleyena stamred, completely flustered. Her breath hitched, trying to stumble back on her knees—caught in a highly compromising scene where her kneeling figure, face re inches from a man’s heavy, leaking dick, could only be terribly misunderstood.
But—
WHAP!
"Agh!"
Her head jerked sharply to the side, a breathless gasp leaving her glossy lips as the thick, veiny shaft of his cock smacked squarely across her soft cheek.
It wasn’t a tease.
It wasn’t an act of lust.
It was a blunt accident that happened due to him turning away too hastily.
Heavy. Raw. A full-bodied, aty slap that echoed in the quiet of the clinic room like a whipcrack.
The wet sheen of his precum sared instantly across her flushed skin, leaving a glossy, degrading trail from her cheekbone down to the corner of her parted lips.
"Ieeek—!?" Her breath hitched in her throat, her chest heaving against her tight blouse in silent shock.
She hadn’t moved fast enough.
She was still kneeling on the floor.
And now she looked exactly like a used toy—her face glistening with his essence, mouth hanging open, deep sha caught between her teeth.
"Follow , Darithi." Cruxius didn’t even look down at her.
Didn’t pause.
Didn’t apologize.
He simply turned his broad, muscular back to her, his fingers already lifting his clothes, dressing himself with swift, elegant precision before striding out of the room.
Seleyena froze on the floor.
Her trembling palm slowly rose to touch the hot, red sting on her cheek.
Her delicate fingers brushed the trail of musky warmth left behind—and the undeniable feeling of his thick shaft, with its slight stickiness lingering on her skin, made the reality of what just happened crash over her.
She lowered her head, her face burning so fiercely it felt like it might lt, only one mortifying thought resonating within her mind.
’...Just kill , already.’
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Bam!
The heavy tal door slamd open with a bang, letting the chilly wind howl onto the roof.
Jenny stumbled through it, her stilettos clattering against the concrete. Her designer dress rode high on her pale thighs as she desperately tried to yank her arm free—unsuccessfully.
"Let go! You’re crazy!" she shrieked, her breasts bouncing heavily as she twisted like a trapped animal.
Thalia had arrived with her, still gripping her delicate wrist with iron strength, and now she hurled her forward toward the center of the rooftop—yanking her with pure, unadulterated anger.
The two sisters were clearly caught in their own heated exchange, the wind pressing their thin clothes tight against their frantic bodies, completely oblivious to the two figures standing silently just behind the entrance wall.
"Master, should I catch her?" Darithi inquired in a hushed tone. She stood close to him, rembering how, on the quick way up here, her master had explained how Thalia had brazenly tricked her—just to steal a mont alone with her stepsister, despite being strictly forbidden to run off.
"...No. Just push her stepsister the mont I hug Thalia,"
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