章節 23: Ally and enemy
"Since you're a valuable student to me, I can enhance your features to their maximum natural level, so it will still be your face, but improved. Of course, this will be progressive with your training," explained Kim Yura with a confident smile, as if what she had just proposed was as simple as a haircut.
Julian merely nodded, but as he did, he tried to digest two alarming notifications that appeared in front of him in bright red letters:
⟦ Warning! Kim Yura's destiny and luck are too powerful and are rapidly increasing their influence on the user. Current influence: 25% ⟧
⟦ Potential destiny: favorite secondary member of reverse harem (owner: Kim Yura) ⟧
A storm brewed within Julian, but his expression didn't change a bit, refusing to show any weakness in front of Kim Yura. He didn't want to give this woman any more of an advantage. From the beginning, she had always been one step ahead, and even now, she seemed to keep winning.
"That sounds good. Let's give it a try," replied the young villain while looking her directly in the eyes. His lips held a slightly forced smile, making an effort to keep his composure.
An ordinary person might think Kim Yura was a true angel. They might even fall for her quickly, turning her into a goddess in their mind. Fortunately, Julian had already deduced that Kim Yura was not a charitable person and that she always acted for her own benefit.
*Ironically, this woman is my best ally and my worst enemy… all at once. I need to strengthen my abilities quickly.*
After a brief exchange, they both said their goodbyes, and Julian walked back home. The sun was already high in the sky, marking two in the afternoon. Soon, it would be time for his date with a certain woman...
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Meanwhile, on the top floor of Titan's Forge gym, Kim Yura entered her office. Her office was spacious and minimalist, with an impressive view of the city. With a graceful movement, she settled into her large chair, a dark leather seat that almost resembled a throne. She crossed her long, toned legs, softly whistling a melody while reviewing information in the air before her, invisible to anyone's eyes but her own. After a few seconds, her lips moved slightly as she whispered the content:
"Phase one complete… Julian Cross… Progress: 25%."
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Beatrice hadn't been able to sleep at all. The events of the previous day kept replaying in her mind—the memory of forbidden ecstasy and Julian's golden eyes were etched into her consciousness, making her feel extremely guilty toward her husband, who slept peacefully on the other side of the bed.
Seeking some relief from her unease, Beatrice turned to look at Cedric, whose sleeping figure was barely visible in the darkness of the room. She truly loved this man; they had shared over twenty years of marriage, happy moments, and challenges overcome together. Yet, confusion seized her, making her feel vulnerable to her stepson's words of love. Remembering them made her skin tingle, stirring a torrent of emotions—both good and bad—that she knew she shouldn't have.
So, when the alarm clock went off, she sprang up, feeling a deep sense of relief to leave that bed behind and distract herself with her daily tasks. She systematically gathered her black hair into a tight ponytail and applied light makeup, with a few touches of perfume.
In no time, her wrinkled pajamas were replaced by a modest yet elegant office outfit, though her fitted blouse barely managed to contain the generous curves of her bust—a natural temptation that even the most formal attire couldn't conceal.
Cedric was also getting ready, occupied in his morning routine, and upon finishing, he gave Beatrice a quick kiss on the cheek before hurriedly leaving the house.
"Goodbye, darling, have a nice day," Cedric wished her as he disappeared through the door.
She wanted to return the gesture, but her inner turmoil made her response vague and somewhat emotionless.
Throughout her workday, the situation didn't improve. Beatrice was distracted and made several mistakes. Fortunately, she held an important position in the department, so no one reprimanded her, but if this continued for more days, it could become a problem.
As the end of the day drew nearer, she grew even more tense. She was afraid to return home and face Julian, not because he frightened her or anything like that, but because of all the things he was making her feel. Strangely, she felt herself getting wet just thinking about it despite her fear.
Finally, the clock struck the end of the workday. Leaving the office, she felt a knot in her stomach, and each step she took towards home felt heavier than the last. Along the way, she tried to calm herself, repeating that she needed to keep her composure. But as she approached the door to her home, a mix of anxiety and anticipation overcame her. Opening the door, there he was, his hair slightly damp from a quick shower, waiting for her at the entrance with a calm expression but an intensity in his gaze that intimidated her.
"Welcome home, Mom," Julian greeted her with an evil smile. His gaze felt like an anchor that held her captive, making her feel that there was no escape, that any attempt at resistance was futile. Thus, Beatrice's feminine instincts began to go wild; she started feeling hunger, and not exactly for food.
"J-Julian, good evening…" she greeted with a slight stammer, which was extremely unusual for her, as she was generally a confident and strong woman in front of everyone.
Then Julian took a step forward, completely surprising her as she felt his lips on hers. It was a gentle and loving kiss, which disoriented her slightly since, until now, Julian had always been very wild.
"I hope you've thought about me a lot."
╔═⟦ ◊ BEATRICE CROSS ◊ ⟧═╗
➣ Level: 14
➣ Destiny's Favor: Fortunate (★★★☆☆☆☆)
➣ Occupation: Office Manager
➣ Partner(s):
Cedric Cross – husband
Julian Cross – temporary boyfriend
➣ Status: nervous / surprised / expectant / eager / afraid
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➣ Sexual Compatibility: 100% (↑ perfect)
➣ Relationship Meter: addictive taboo relationship (♥♥♥♡♡)
⤷ Affection: 35 / 100 ↑
⤷ Hostility: 10 / 100 ↓
⤷ Attraction: 110 / 100 ↑↑
⤷ Respect: 40 / 100 ↑
⤷ Distrust: 20 / 100 ↓
➣ Weakness: bust, kisses, romantic words, dirty talk, stepson
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