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Chapter 107: Life Demands Ceremonial Grandeur!
🕑 Added 2025-05-08 04:29:38 +0000 UTC[After erasing all traces of your presence, you left the building.]
[Standing atop your hoverbike, you glanced back at the illuminated twentieth floor and smiled meaningfully.]
[You hadn't taken Topaz's "first blood"—being too hasty would make her notice the physical irregularities.]
[The conditioning had only just begun. There would be plenty of time~]
[Still, aside from that, you'd done pretty much everything else—permissible or otherwise.]
[It had to be said, Topaz's voluptuous figure made for an excellent artillery mount.]
[Even without going all the way, there were countless ways to have your fun.]
[Whether mounting the barrel between her forward armor plating or positioning it against her rear armor—both were impeccable firing configurations on a battleship.]
[And of course, those plush thighs couldn't be ignored either…]
[Where there's a will, there's a way. If you wanted to play, you'd always find a method.]
[Naturally, encountering someone wealthy enough to afford a "runway" at home would've robbed half the fun.]
[Over the following days, you dutifully patrolled the compound, seizing every chance to infiltrate Topaz's private tower. Each time, you'd drug her into a daze before indulging your cravings to the fullest.]
[The powder you concocted was special—not only did it leave victims semi-conscious and helpless, but it also preserved fragmented, hazy memories.]
[Yet because those memories remained too indistinct, unless they noticed concrete evidence—like physical marks or injuries—the victim would simply assume they'd been having erotic dreams.]
[This was one reason you'd refrained from taking Topaz's first blood.]
[The other? You'd decided to claim it only after completing her conditioning—with her fully conscious.]
[Beyond crushing her pride and convictions, the most crucial reason for this was…]
[Life demands ceremonial grandeur!]
[For the illustrious "Chart-Topping Sister" to lose her virginity like a mere plaything would be far too undignified!]
[Of course, someone as sharp as Topaz couldn't remain oblivious forever.]
[Her mind was consumed by career ambitions, her thoughts forever fixated on stock market fluctuations. Even her dreams were filled with candlestick charts. Matters between men and women simply didn't register in her world.]
[So when she began having consecutive erotic dreams upon returning to her tower, anyone with half a brain would suspect something was amiss.]
[But lacking experience in such affairs—and with your meticulous cover-up leaving no evidence—she remained in the dark.]
[One morning, a week later, you were conducting routine patrols on your hoverbike when you spotted Topaz waving at you from the building's entrance.]
[A glint flashed in your eyes. Without hesitation, you twisted the handlebars and soared straight to her.]
["Officer, have you noticed any suspicious individuals in the compound lately?"]
["Ms. Topaz, this facility's security clearance is second only to the headquarters and other critical zones. Any intruder would've been detected and neutralized by the defense systems—unless…"]
["Unless what?!" Her gaze turned razor-sharp.]
["Unless they had prior authorization," you replied smoothly.]
[Topaz's expression faltered slightly. Who besides the higher-ups could bypass the Ten Stonehearts' approval?]
[Under her relentless questioning, you remained unshaken, answering each probe with calm precision.]
[Finding nothing, Topaz had no choice but to let you go.]
[Once out of sight, your demeanor turned icy. She was growing suspicious.]
[It seemed you'd need to accelerate your plans.]
[Just as you were strategizing, a voice whispered beside your ear:]
["How fortunate she didn't discover you~ Little darling~"]
[A chilling fragrance followed—reminiscent of red wine, yet laced with the faintest metallic tang of blood.]
[Your pupils contracted, muscles tensing. Even distracted, how had someone approached you without detection?]
[Noticing your alarm, the owner of the voice giggled, draping an arm around your neck in faux intimacy.]
[Every hair on your body stood on end. The sensation of your life hanging by a thread was paralyzing.]
[Instinct screamed to shake her off—but you didn't dare. For all you knew, she'd snap your neck before you could move.]
[Her next words turned your blood to ice.]
[You'd been exposed!]
[A mere P4-level grunt attempting to manipulate a P45 executive—even resorting to drugging… If this came to light, your fate would be unspeakable.]
[Yet shockingly, the woman showed no intention of reporting you—yet.]
["Don't fret, darling~ Consider me an enemy of that woman. I won't turn you in~"]
[Then her tone shifted: "Provided you obey me."]
[Now, choose:]
[1. My spine's too stiff to bend!]
[2. Your wish is my command.]
His conditioning plan had barely begun—he'd only tasted the appetizer, not even the main course. Surrendering now was unthinkable.
Thus, Solon chose pragmatism—Option 2.
[The woman seemed pleased, releasing you unexpectedly.]
["My demand is simple: Proceed with your original plan, but make her humiliation spectacular. I live for such scenes!"]
[Only then did you get a clear look at her.]
[Crimson hair cascaded to her waist, crowned by an iron circlet. Her noble attire exuded archaic elegance, her pale skin and striking features radiating icy allure. But her most arresting trait was her blood-red eyes—piercing, impossible to meet directly.]
[Her aura evoked a medieval vampire—ruthless and cruel.]
[Your heart pounded. This woman who'd uncovered your scheme was none other than Dragonblood—another of the Ten Stonehearts, Topaz's peer.]
Though her PV appearances were brief, they perfectly encapsulated Dragonblood's mercilessness, arrogance, and troublemaking glee.
[Dragonblood produced her phone, displaying damning photos: You sneaking into Topaz's tower, drugging her, then engaging in various activities.]
["Compliance is your only option. I could kill you now, or hand this to the Corporation. I'm certain interrogation would love to host you." Her words dripped venom.]
["I'll obey," you answered.]
