The moment Rowan realized who had come, his heartbeat skipped.
He suddenly remembered what he'd said to Natasha earlier in the living room taunting her.
He hadn't expected her to actually take him up on it. But here she was, in the middle of the night, quietly turning his doorknob.
The handle shifted slightly, then slowly turned back, hesitating just like the uncertainty in her heart.
But in the end, with her heart pounding in her chest, Natasha closed her eyes and took a step forward.
Bathed in the silver glow of the moonlight, her graceful, flawless figure slipped silently through the door.
Rowan quickly shut his eyes, pretending to be asleep, though he kept them slightly open just a sliver.
Natasha tiptoed to his bedside and hovered there, gazing at him quietly for a moment.
Then Rowan felt it his heart skipped again.
She was lifting the blanket.
And slipping under it.
Her cool, delicate arm brushed against his bare chest, followed by the soft touch of her thigh and her
Rowan could feel every curve of her supple, flawless body press up against him.
He couldn't help but turn his head, opening his eyes fully.
At that very moment, Natasha looked up just as she was getting settled beneath the blanket and met Rowan's icy-blue, deep gaze in the moonlight.
"Ah!"
Startled, she yelped, only to quickly slap a hand over her mouth.
She couldn't risk Hill hearing her.
If Hill found out she had snuck into Rowan's bed… she'd be doomed.
"You... weren't asleep?"
"Mmm—"
Before she could finish, Rowan silenced her the only way he knew how.
She had come to him. He wasn't about to turn her away.
He was no longer the teenage boy who used to restrain himself around her teasing. He was nearly seventeen now, and his body had undergone multiple evolutions. There was no reason to keep bottling it all up.
What followed was like a summer storm gentle raindrops rippling across a lake, slowly building into a steady drizzle, then intensifying into a torrential downpour.
Natasha felt like she was being swept up in a whirlwind of wind and rain, weightless and drifting as though caught in the clouds, higher and higher until she soared past the sky itself.
She couldn't handle the height. She wanted to cry out, but was terrified of being overheard by Hill. She clenched her teeth, bit her lips, even covered her mouth with both hands.
Two hours later, Natasha lay limp in Rowan's arms, her body completely drained.
It took a long while before she could even speak again.
"How are you... this good?" she asked, still trying to catch her breath. She looked puzzled. Rowan had told her he'd never dated anyone before, but what just happened well, he'd known positions she'd only ever seen in intelligence manuals.
Rowan raised an eyebrow. "And how are you this bad?"
Her performance didn't exactly match the reputation of a top-tier spy trained in the Red Room. Sure, she knew the motions, but she wasn't relaxed, didn't have rhythm, didn't even know to turn over when
"I learned the theory," she muttered, embarrassed. "But we never had to take it that far…"
"Huh?" Rowan was puzzled, but then it clicked.
Right. She was the Black Widow the one who survived the Red Room by eliminating all her fellow trainees. With skills and strength like hers, she never needed to rely on seduction to complete missions.
Natasha was more likely to infiltrate with charm and beauty, then end things with a chokehold or bullet.
"So you're a rookie too?"
Rowan grinned.
"Hmph!"
Natasha, flustered and annoyed, flipped him over and pinned him to the bed.
"Ah—"
The storm didn't stop until deep into the night.
…
Around four in the morning, Natasha, who had been sound asleep, suddenly opened her eyes.
Carefully, she slipped out of Rowan's arm, pulled the blanket back over him, and quietly got dressed.
Wrapped in a white towel, she tiptoed out of the room without making a sound.
Once she was gone, Rowan opened his eyes and glanced at the door, chuckling to himself before drifting back to sleep.
…
By seven o'clock, Rowan was up.
"Rowan, Natasha breakfast is ready!"
He walked into the living room to find Hill had already laid out breakfast.
"Coming," Rowan replied, keeping his expression perfectly composed. After washing up, he sat across from Natasha at the table.
She, too, looked completely unfazed as she calmly finished her meal.
"Impressive. A real pro at hiding emotions."
Rowan watched her, amused.
Natasha noticed him staring and, while Hill wasn't looking, shot him a quick glare.
"I'm done. Hill, shall we go?" she said, finishing her orange juice.
"Sure. Let's go."
Hill took a sip from her own glass and grabbed the remaining half of her toast as they headed to the door.
Just as Natasha bent over to change her shoes, she gave Rowan a subtle glance from the corner of her eye.
Rowan caught it and noticed that her gaze had grown softer, even a little more... seductive.
After the two women left, Rowan returned to his room.
With a snap of his fingers, a swirling vortex appeared, and he stepped into the Devouring Starfield.
He emerged on the second floor of his villa. Extending his mental energy outward, he sensed Zhou Ping warming up in the garden.
Rowan stepped out onto the balcony.
"Zhou Ping. Sleep well last night?"
"Like a baby," Zhou Ping replied with a laugh. "This villa is amazing."
He had once had the chance to live in the Moonlight District, but had failed the warrior assessment due to injuries.
Now, however, his body had fully recovered. Soon, he would apply again, and if successful, bring his wife and child to live in the district with him.
"Glad to hear it," Rowan nodded. "By the way, there's a VIP coming later. I'll need you to demonstrate the effects of the Extremis Serum for him. Think you're up for it?"
"Of course!"
Zhou Ping continued stretching, grinning ear to ear.
"Rowan, just curious… who is this VIP? Must be someone incredible if you're calling them that."
Rowan smiled mysteriously. "You'll find out soon enough."
After giving Zhou Ping the heads-up, Rowan made his way to the training room to begin his morning routine.
Since he had to meet the envoy soon, he opted for a lighter practice session and chose to focus on refining his genetic energy.
Rowan opened the Ninefold Thunderblade manual and flipped to the section on the internal technique: Ninefold Primal Convergence.
This technique, created by the Thunder God himself, was a fusion of ancient Chinese internal martial arts and classical yogic systems. It was hailed as the most advanced guiding method in the world even superior to the one created by Hong.
Ninefold Primal Convergence consisted of nine layers, each corresponding to a form in the Ninefold Thunderblade series.
Following the instructions for the first layer, Rowan positioned his body into a unique posture, activating the internal force within.
A tingling sensation immediately spread across his limbs, like soaking in a warm bath. It was soothing, comforting almost addictive.
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