"Master..."
Darithi stood rigidly outside the heavy mahogany door, her posture perfectly straight but her breathing shallow. She watched intently as the tall, broad-shouldered figure of Cruxius finally exited. A heavy, unmistakable scent drifted out with him—a dark, intoxicating mix of his expensive cologne, sweat, and the lingering, sweet musk of raw intimacy.
He approached her with a lazy, sated grace, effortlessly draping his tailored coat over his slightly wrinkled white shirt. His long, calloused fingers fastened his luxury watch before dropping lower, deliberately adjusting his leather belt right over his taut, V-lined waist.
There was a noticeable hesitation in her husky voice—understandable, considering she had returned to the room half an hour ago, only to be firmly denied entry. It was sothing that had never happened before.
Usually, even when he brought another beautiful woman into his bed, he allowed Darithi to stay close, letting her watch or guard them. But this ti, he had firmly, coldly told her to stay out of it, leaving her alone in the hallway to listen to the muffled, breathy moans and the rhythmic creak of the mattress.
"Did you get the na?" Cruxius asked, his dark eyes instantly noticing the deep hesitation and the faint, swirling confusion in her beautiful eyes.
His younger self often let Darithi stay in the room when he bent other won over his bed—maybe out of a dark habit rather than any specific voyeuristic fetish.
It was part of the deep-seated inferiority complex he had developed early on—he wanted to ruthlessly show her that he was perfectly fine without her soft body, that she was the one with the desperate problem.
Ironically, instead of making her feel guilty or inadequate, that constant physical closeness only boosted her twisted confidence. No matter whose thighs he was between, she believed he would always be around her, even if he chose to taste other won.
Love naturally dissolves once intimacy grows to a point where the primal fear of losing soone completely disappears.
It is especially evident in couples or family mbers who stay together for such a long ti that they start to casually think about separating. The burning love may dissolve simply because they beco too accustod to each other’s bodies and presence, getting bored without even realizing the spark has faded.
It’s the exact sa reason people regret so much after a sudden loss—not to genuinely apologize, but because they simply don’t know what else to do with the gaping, empty hole left behind.
"Yes. The supervillain’s na is Stimuly. He possesses the power to drastically enhance the effects of pain, raw emotions, dicines, drugs—anything that might trigger a natural death from suicide or a fatal overdose," Darithi reported. Her tone was strictly professional, though her chest heaved slightly against her tight uniform as she relayed the information regarding the pri suspect. Cruxius had instructed her to investigate after he noticed sothing highly suspicious about how Thalia’s soft body had reacted.
Most likely, soone had covertly spiked her dicine.
"Stimuly? Hm. Must be a weak, pathetic villain," Cruxius murmured, his deep voice vibrating. He didn’t rember any such supervillain’s na in his past life. He closed his eyes, recalling the exact mont Thalia’s delicate, flushed body had collapsed so helplessly into his arms.
He had felt her core temperature drop and her limbs weaken—like her sensitive nerves were being numbed by so kind of heavy drug. But he had been with her the whole ti. The only dicines her soft lips had swallowed were basic painkillers and her daily birth control pills.
That made him absolutely certain soone had spiked her dicine.
And since he couldn’t investigate personally—Thalia’s shivering, vulnerable body desperately needed soone warm and dominant by her side to keep her from slipping into a fatal emotional crash—he took it upon himself to keep her flushed and heavily stimulated. He had spent the last hour using his own hot skin and relentless friction to keep her blood pumping, while sending Darithi out to confirm exactly who had dared to tamper with his new toy’s ds.
"Yes. He’s a C-rank villain. No major achievents. Just takes small, dirty contracts from regular people at hefty prices," Darithi added, her eyes tracking the faint scratch marks visible on Cruxius’s neck. Stimuly was known for executing low-profile kills—convenient accidents, sudden food poisoning, drug overdoses—often contracted by commoners or even desperate elites who needed to eliminate soone in a way that seed completely natural.
’Why would he target Thalia?’ Cruxius kept his eyes closed, his sharp mind trying to make sense of the twisted web. There were simply too many glaring questions after hearing that soone had intentionally spiked her pills.
Why would a supervillain ss with Thalia’s dicine—sothing not even prearranged? How could he possibly know she’d take those specific pills at that exact ti?
Then sothing Darithi had said echoed loudly in his mind. He opened his dark, predatory eyes and asked, his large hands resting casually in his pockets, "You said he can drastically enhance emotions too... driving them to suicide, hm?"
A cold, dangerous glint sparked in his eyes. A dark, amused chuckle escaped his lips. This wasn’t nearly as simple as it first seed.
Soone had contracted that minor villain knowing perfectly well that Thalia’s alluring figure would visit that specific hospital.
And the real intention from the start was not the spiked dicine itself. Instead, it was to violently manipulate her fragile emotions, intensify her deep-seated trauma, and force her to throw herself off that roof. But it appeared, due to his overwhelming, masculine presence around her, the psychic crossfire had changed things a bit.
’Ah no, no... the emotions definitely got intensified for soone else too...’
And right there, Cruxius realized that instead of Thalia, the very first accidental victim of the emotional attack had been the usually composed Dr. Seleyena. Given that this ability wasn’t directly offensive, rely stimulating and amplifying buried emotions and urges, it now made perfect sense why the strict doctor had gone as far as to completely break her professional character. It explained why she had approached his naked body, her face flushed crimson, practically dropping to her knees to caress his heavy, aching shaft.
The villain had definitely manipulated her environnt, but her own deeply repressed emotions—like sympathy, vulnerability, and undeniable lust—had forced her to succumb to the heavy, erotic flow of the mont. Now, it all made perfect sense.
But the assassin’s plan had glaring flaws.
The visit to that hospital had been entirely random. Dr. Seleyena just happened to be on duty. Thalia’s annoying, big-breasted stepsister and her fiancé, Jake, had coincidentally shown up to cause drama. None of it was preplanned.
So, for soone to know their exact location and timing... they’d have to be tracking him live.
Not just tracking—but with a clear, calculated intent to kill the beautiful woman he was currently claiming, in a way that wouldn’t imdiately arouse his suspicion. To make it seem like a tragic, emotional accident.
Who...? That was the real question. From what he knew, neither the academy dean nor Thalia’s pathetic stepmother had the financial capability—or the sheer operational ti—to pull this off so flawlessly and quickly.
’Soone highly capable of live tracking. Soone who doesn’t want to openly provoke my wrath. Soone actively trying to eliminate the woman I’m currently interested in fucking. Soone who has the deep web connections to hire even minor villains this quickly, with such precise, deadly planning...’
"No... it can’t be Nano..."
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