United States. New York. A brilliantly lit five-star hotel, presidential suite.
Beneath luxurious crystal chandeliers, Mature and Vice—that pair of stunning sisters—waited in silence.
Mature wore a sexy black evening gown, holding a glass of red wine, a hint of anticipation in her smile.
Vice had changed into a sharp white suit, arms crossed, leaning against the window. Her expression was cold, her eyes full of complexity and a trace of resistance.
After Mature's patient persuasion over this period—even resorting to "physical convincing"—Vice had finally chosen to compromise.
No choice—circumstances were stronger than people.
Goenitz was sealed, yet that man called Cloud was powerful as a god-demon.
"The wise bird chooses its tree"—she understood that principle.
More importantly, she trusted Mature wouldn't harm her.
Just as her mind wandered, a figure appeared at the floor-to-ceiling window.
It was Cloud.
He wore his usual casual clothes, but that faint, returned-to-origin aura made both Hakkesshu members' hearts skip a beat.
Vice's pupils contracted sharply.
She was horrified to discover she couldn't see through this man at all anymore!
If last time Cloud had felt like a fathomless ocean, now he was the entire universe! Vast, boundless, filled with the unknown and awe!
As for Mature—the moment she saw Cloud, that last shred of Hakkesshu rationality was instantly replaced by fanatical worship!
She could clearly feel it: that "origin" power within Cloud was several times stronger than before! That resonance and attraction from the deepest part of her bloodline made her want to kneel right there in worship!
"Divine Son!"
Mature let out a call full of seduction and obsession, her wine glass clang dropping onto the carpet.
Like a cat seeing its master, ignoring Vice's shocked gaze beside her, she threw herself directly into Cloud's embrace!
Her soft form pressed tightly against Cloud, arms winding around his neck like vines.
Then, under that gaze filled with misty desire, she stood on tiptoe and pressed her lips hard against Cloud's!
It was a kiss full of possessiveness, fanaticism, and submission.
Intense, deep—as if she wanted to fuse her very soul into his body.
Vice beside them was completely dumbfounded.
Her jaw dropped, eyes went perfectly round, mind went blank.
What... what was happening?!
Wasn't this supposed to be "joining the faction"?!
Wasn't this supposed to be "discussing grand plans"?!
How did they fast-forward to "passionate kissing" the moment they met?!
Right in front of me, her best friend?!
Vice felt her worldview being updated to new lows today.
She watched this borderline "R-rated" scene before her, watched her normally ice-cold best friend now hanging on this man like a nymphomaniac. Her expression shifted from shock, to confusion, to a hint of... humiliation?
She felt like she'd just been... NTR'd right to her face?
Meanwhile, Cloud calmly enjoyed Mature's sudden "throwing herself into his arms."
He even had the leisure to raise an eyebrow at the petrified Vice, flashing a "that's right, I'm just this awesome" punchable expression.
When Cloud and Mature's kiss—lasting several minutes, raising the surrounding air temperature by several degrees—finally ended, the entire room's atmosphere had become extremely delicate.
Vice maintained her arms-crossed posture, leaning against the window, but her gaze had shifted from initial shock and confusion to a complex mix of "you two shameless dogs" disdain and "why do I feel a bit sour" conflicted emotions.
"Ahem." Cloud wiped his mouth with lingering enjoyment, looking at Mature still hanging on him like a koala. He helplessly patted her perky rear. "Alright alright, watch the influence—we have company."
"She's not company," Mature cast a seductive glance at her best friend, voice dripping with charm. "Soon... she'll be family too."
Saying this, she actually pulled Cloud directly in front of Vice.
"You can feel it now, right? That power on the Divine Son... vast as the universe itself?"
Vice said nothing, only letting out a cold snort, but her tense body had already betrayed her inner turmoil.
Indeed, at this close distance, she could feel Cloud's returned-to-origin yet omnipresent terrifying pressure even more clearly.
That sensation—like an ant looking up at the entire starry sky—was filled with helplessness and awe.
"I know you're still hesitating, still thinking about Lord Goenitz, thinking about our master Orochi." Mature continued her "gentle persuasion." "But you need to understand one principle—a wise bird chooses its tree; the strong only follow the stronger!"
"The Divine Son is that stronger answer! He is our true future!"
As Mature spoke, she actually grabbed Vice's hand and placed it on Cloud's chest!
"Wh-what are you doing?!" Vice's whole body trembled as if electrocuted. She instinctively tried to pull her hand back.
But Cloud's hand moved faster, gently covering hers, preventing her escape.
"Feel it." Cloud's voice was low and magnetic, as if carrying magic. "Feel my heartbeat, feel my blood flowing. Then ask the voice in your heart—do you really want to be my enemy?"
Vice's body instantly froze.
She could clearly feel the scorching heat from Cloud's palm, and beneath his chest, that strong, powerful heartbeat like a war drum.
What shook her soul even more—the instant her hand touched Cloud's body, the divine blood of "death" within her actually... let out a joyful hum!
It was an irresistible longing and submission from the deepest depths of her bloodline!
Vice's psychological defenses, in this moment, completely collapsed.
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