Chapter 254: You’re Smiling Like A Villain Again (R-18)

His right hand standing near the wall moved slightly. "Should we increase pressure?"

Bloodstain picked up the report again with a look of interest.

"No."

The lieutenant blinked. "No?"

Bloodstain smiled before setting the report down. "Pressure makes weak things crumble."

"But interesting things..." his inked face seemed almost to darken under the red light. "...they grow sharper."

He stood slowly, overshadowing the table. "Renzhi wanted me to frustrate him."

He displayed a predatory grin. "But now... I want to see what happens when I truly provoke him."

...

The private chamber of the Shadow Reapers’ leader was dimly lit with strips of blue light embedded into the black walls.

The room itself carried a luxurious yet dangerous atmosphere. One side consisted entirely of reinforced glass overlooking the lower levels of the base where two new members moved about, trained, argued, laughed, and sharpened themselves into weapons.

The opposite side held shelves of ruin materials, crystals, weapons, and rare artifacts collected over the past months.

Some emitted a faint energy while others sat sealed behind transparent containment barriers.

West sat lazily on the large black couch positioned near the center of the chamber with one leg crossed over the other while a low table before him displayed several opened snack packs and energy drinks.

A faint smirk rested on his face and in his right hand was a small device no larger than a thumb drive.

Static crackled as voices rang out.

"...I really underestimated your Shadow Reapers, West."

West chuckled quietly as the recording continued playing.

The listening device hidden inside the Iron Vultures base had worked perfectly.

Shadow Anchor truly was absurdly useful.

Breaking into a heavily guarded gang headquarters without being noticed had become almost laughably easy for him. He had phased through shadows, slipped across ceilings and blind spots, avoided surveillance, and planted the tiny bug beneath Bloodstain’s own desk before casually leaving again.

And now he had confirmation that Renzhi was linked to this.

West leaned his head back against the couch while listening to the rest of the conversation. Bloodstain mentioning Renzhi’s request removed every ounce of doubt.

"Tsk tsk..." West muttered with amusement. "Oh poor Renzhi..."

His grin widened slowly.

"You just made a very big mistake."

A knock came from the chamber door.

"Enter."

The door slid open and Nina stepped inside carrying a cold drink in one hand. She wore an oversized Shadow Reapers shirt that almost reached her thighs with her long dark hair tied behind her head loosely.

"You’re smiling like a villain again," she said suspiciously.

West accepted the drink from her. "That’s because someone keeps giving me reasons."

She sat beside him. "Something happen?"

West tossed the listening device toward her.

Nina caught it and replayed the final portion of Bloodstain’s conversation. Her expression slowly changed from curiosity to disbelief.

"...Renzhi?"

"Mm."

"That old bastard from Dragon Fang really told Iron Vultures to sabotage us?"

"Seems humiliation stayed lodged in his throat."

Nina scoffed. "And here I thought he only looked constipated all the time."

West laughed. "Funny you mention constipation."

Nina narrowed her eyes. "Why do I suddenly feel like you’ve already done something?"

West only smiled mysteriously.

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~ The Next Day ~

Pah!

Pah!

Pah!

Pah!

Puh!

Puuh!

Puuh!

Puh!

"Oh Smith... yes... oh god~"

The master bedroom in Renzhi’s mansion was the definition of opulence. Crystal chandeliers cast soft prisms across the walls to the four-poster king bed draped in deep burgundy silk sheets and velvet pillows.

Gold-trimmed nightstands held crystal lamps and fresh orchids, while floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked manicured gardens.

Heavy brocade curtains were partially drawn for privacy. A plush Persian rug muffled footsteps, and the air carried a faint lavender scent from the en-suite spa bath.

Lianhua lay sprawled on the massive bed with her fitness wear discarded in a heap on the floor and her naked body sinking into the luxurious mattress.

West entire figure overshadowed her with his shirt unbuttoned and pants shoved down.

His thick cock was already buried deep in her pussy as he thrust forward with brutal force.

Pah!

Puuh!

Pluuh!

The bed frame creaked faintly as he pounded her relentlessly.

’He’s fucking me on the same bed my husband and I will sleep on tonight,’ the thought looped in her mind as the thrill of guilt mixed with raw pleasure while his shaft stretched her walls wide.

West gripped her thighs, spreading them further apart, pounding downward in long, punishing strokes that made her breasts bounce wildly.

"Ughhh... oh my god... yes...."

"Quiet, Lianhua," West growled with a low tone.

"Maids are down the hall... don’t want them hearing you get wrecked."

She bit her lip hard, stifling a moan as his cock dragged along her inner ridges.

Her hands tightly clutched the silk sheets as juices soaked the fabric beneath her ass while the tip of his cock battered her cervix with each thrust.

He suddenly hooked her legs over his shoulders to fold her in half, driving even deeper in this compact missionary.

His pelvis ground against her clit with every slam causing the wet squelch of her arousal to fill the room alongside the rhythmic thuds of skin meeting skin.

’On our bed... Renzhi’s side... Smitg’s cock owning me here,’ her eyes rolled back as sparks ignited low in her belly.

West leaned down, capturing a nipple between his teeth, sucking hard while his hips thrust back and forth relentlessly, grinding her G-spot.

Sweat beaded on his chest, dripping onto her skin as he railed her for minutes on end, varying the pace from slow to teasing withdrawals that had her hips bucking up desperately.

Every now and then he’d pull out completely and then slam his full cock back in savagely, causing her body to jolt upward.

’I must really thank you Renzhi... trying to sabotage me, just makes fuck your wife harder. I will take her in ways that you never have,’ West decided internally as one hand slid up to pinch her other nipple, twisting until she whimpered softly.