Chapter 26

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, making way for the moon's arrival, the sky was painted with a beautiful orange hue.

This spectacular color enhanced the appearance of a towering skyscraper, making it seem even more magnificent.

The sun's rays found their path to the highest floor of this architectural marvel.

"Madam, we've acquired 100 million GC and made a total profit of 50 million GC,"

Anastasia entered the office room as she informed the woman who was engrossed in her work while sitting on her husband's lap.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry, President. I'll take my leave,"

Anastasia said, noticing her boss dealing with business matters while seated on her previous boss's lap, an unusual sight that left her pondering about their relationship.

'Is this love?' she wondered before leaving the office.

"So, dear Lisia, I guess you're handling business quite well,"

He remarked, looking at his wife before playfully resting his chin on her shoulder, observing her blushing ears.

"Um, I just tried something, husband, and it happened,"

She replied, still a bit flustered. She couldn't believe how her confidence seemed to vanish around him. She had thought she would be more poised and confident, impressing him, but she was clearly head over heels for him.

"You tried, and that's good. But hasn't my wife forgotten about her husband? I only saw you two days ago,"

He playfully chided, innocence shining in his eyes as he looked at her, wanting her attention.

"If you want, I can take a break from work an... Hnggg!!"

Before she could finish her sentence, she felt him nibbling on her ear, causing her to gasp and blush even more.

Her whole body seemed to melt, and she leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and affection.

He too didn't backed away after playing with her ears, his hands started to caresses her waist, slowly as if shavouring every moment they reached her cleavage, trying to infiltrate her dress, stretching them as testing their elasticity.

Not finding enough elasticity of dress they chose to retreat, as if making those perky peaks letting their guard down, suddenly attacked from above.

"Hah…. ah… ahh…."

His kneading was gentle as if making for that night, he removed her hair that seemed to like a wave in sunlight intruding his vision to soft yet fair skin, like a vampire targetting it's prey's neck, he started to suck her neck area where her delicate and fair skin become one of his targets.

"Um… uhh… umh…"

Both of them had fallen in lust as if whole room filled with some pheromones making them attracted to each other.

He took her in a princess carry, kept looking towards her face as he put her on sofa, her hazy eyes finding solace in his embrace looked towards His.

He saw a woman with blushed face pursuing her lips as she tried to open the buttons of his shirts finding it slightly difficult, pouting her mouth, after trying again and again.

"Hey, wife, why don't we both focus on our own dress, as you see yours dress too is as stubborn as mine"

He gently with warm face said to the woman who seemed busy struggling with his shirt buttons, hearing his word's she stopped and looked towards the eyes that filled with love and care for her.

"It will not remove"

She as if expecting something said, due to her mind not being a former one, her thinking had become much steps ahead making man realise what his dear wife wants.

"Then we can Just get new ones"

Both of them smiled as if reaching to an agreement before man grabbed her dress from cleavage, those a moment ago proving their elasticity, now shredded into pieces fall on the ground revealing two soft yet perky peaks.

Her Bossoms were as white as moonlight with a small but alluring pinkish dot that seemed sleeping for now.

Man tore his shirt as if taking revenge on them for giving his wife hard time, revealing his chiseled physique, comparing him with a Greek god will not be exaggeration.

His Obsedian eyes as if finding their target moved towards woman's peaks not giving a single glance at woman's Emerald yet hazy eyes that wanted his attention too.

He leaned and started to leave his marks wherever his lips touched her soft and delicate skin.

"Ahn.... ahn"

As moonlight arrived in that seemingly floor where room was filled with Flesh slapping sounds and a soft yet alluring moans of a delicate woman who seemed to get ravaged by a man driven by lust.

"ahh.... ahh.... AaannnHhhh"

They have already gone for fourth round until midnight arrived, man as if proving his stamina and woman as if proving her endurance didn't backed away a single step.

Snuggling into each others embrace they found solace of the night, that filled with love and care they held for each other, man kept pounding her as she kept looking his eyes that only has obsession for her making her heart flutter yet lost in pleasure she can just clench sofa covers with her delicate fingers looking at the man, who don't have any plan to stop any soon.

Whole office room became their personal ground as they tried all the positions they can, Missionary,Doggy Style, Legs on shoulders, Cowgirl, Reverse Cowgirl, Spooning, Oral as if it will be last time they do it.

She doesn't seemed any problem of anything man did to her, as she enthusiastically involved by suggesting these positions as man mostly seemed to focused on Cumming inside her, as her whole inside were filled to brim, as they started to flow outside, but it was not a problem at all.

Man was like never ending machine, he filled her again and again.

Whole night these activities took place in that office room,

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As the first rays of the sun gently illuminated the room, a man stirred from sleep, a woman lying beside him on his chest, both covered by a thin white blanket.

His eyes slightly fluttered before opening, revealing a gaze that held a profound difference from moments ago — a glimpse into his true self. He tenderly caressed the woman's hair, then shifted his gaze towards a cat whose eyes shone with golden brilliance in the morning light.

'Will it be enough?' the man questioned the cat.

[Yes, you will see results in two days.]

Curiosity drove the cat to ask about the man's unwavering determination to have a child.

[If it's just to control her, can't you take a slower approach?]

The man narrowed his gaze at the cat, beginning to explain.

'You were the one who warned me not to harm any karmic vessel, lest I be marked by them and become a target in all my future lives. I just need a new soul to bear that mark for me'

A smile played across the man's lips as he shared his rationale. The cat began to grasp his intentions, understanding that harming a karmic vessel would expose his soul. He needed someone to carry out his plans while keeping him concealed in the shadows. Yet, the cat still had one lingering question.

[But why not arrange for others to do the deed, instead of waiting for twenty years after having a child?]

The man sighed, contemplating the cat's innocence. He pondered if the cat was truly a devil, but decided to answer the question.

'They are not just random nobodies whom to deal with, I can just send anyone. I need someone of my own caliber, a sword I will sharpen for years to deliver a clean strike'

He stopped before smelling one of hair bangs of woman as he continued,'And does it matter if that sword breaks after its use ends?'

The cat, now understanding the depth of his plans, about why he needed upgradation of his genes and the reason he needed to wait whole upcoming years, it wore a satisfied smile.

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The cat sat perched by the window, a place where sun rays and clouds blended in a mesmerizing dance. It reminisced about its own past, a past etched into its soul, a narrative it could never forget.

Once upon a time, the cat was a regular human being, residing in its own universe. It faced life's trials and tribulations with a profound belief that heaven itself guided its journey, convincing it that it was the 'son of heavens'.

Unbeknownst to itself, it lived twelve different lives, torn in a dilemma, grappling with the notion of no one being above it.

At times, it took on the role of a protagonist, other times a villain, and occasionally an extra, yet it constantly strived to prove itself as worthy of the title 'son of heavens', the one favored by the heavens.

After experiencing all twelve lives, it found itself confronting twelve formidable beings, a situation it had never fathomed before.

In its journey, it had encountered immortals, primordials, and even gods, but these beings were different—they epitomized the strength that people so often spoke of.

The mere words they uttered sent shivers down its spine. They disclosed that it was a karmic vessel and needed to bear the weight of all their karma. It tried to protest, to voice its denial, but the fear of incurring bad karma held its tongue captive.

It chose silence, suddenly listening to the cries of its beloveds echoing with whom it had spent time with across all his twelve lives, Overwhelmed, it shivered and pleaded for mercy on their behalf.

He was weak and bowed to those beings, desperate to protect his beloveds. In return for shouldering all their karma, they promised to forgive his cherished ones.

Reluctantly, he agreed, and the weight of their karma seeped into his essence, clouding his sanity and plunging him into darkness.

When he awoke, he found himself shattered into pieces by those very beings. They claimed they were vanquishing a Demon God, a being of their own creation.

In their pursuit, they toyed with the karma system, turning their malevolent deeds into virtuous ones, bolstering their own strength by slaying an ostensibly evil being.

He yearned for the peace of eternal slumber, but witnessing the souls of those who loved him shatter alongside him shattered his heart.

He wept and pleaded for their forgiveness, but they only laughed, their cruel taunts echoing through his shattered form.

In the boundless cosmos, drifting amidst the shattered remnants of his being, he traversed the darkness until the abyss absorbed him.

He lost all sense of time. When consciousness returned to him, he had transformed into a lower demon, the humblest in the hierarchy of the abyss.

Despite the torment, he had amassed a reservoir of divine energy. Even though revenge forced him to commit unspeakable acts, he lacked the strength to implore his all-powerful master, who had resurrected him, for the vengeance he so desperately sought.

After an unknown span of time, having become a Devil, it summoned the courage to plead with its Master. Facing the supreme being in the abyss took many years of preparation.

However, upon approaching the presence, it witnessed a shattered soul pleading its Master for seeking revenge against those twelve beings.

The soul's relentless determination astonished the Devil, he needed so much time just to request his. Master but a mere soul did it with it's sheer will.

It had decided to exact revenge, focusing on Zalthorak, the strongest among the twelve due to his victorious vessel that was him, in the previous trial.

The sheer willpower displayed by this human soul in the vast abyss left the Devil in awe.

It saw a reflection of itself in that soul - broken and battered. It knew that this soul would endure trials alone, struggling to amass strength without knowledge or means to obtain divine energy, for it was, in the end, a mere human.

Understanding humans all too well, the Devil made a resolute decision. The moment its Master sent that soul for the Trial, it vowed to become a rope for him to climb that huge mountain.

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