Dylan's breath stilled as multiple thoughts ran through his mind. What was the Senior Executive doing inside the store room? And the man she was with. Who was it?
Dylan narrowed his eyes.
Through the thin gap in the shelves, he caught the man's face when it tilted slightly. Dylan's eyes tore wide in disbelief.
It was Micheal Sato.
More questions ran through his mind. Why was the Chairman of the Board with the Head of the Investments Division? And why were they here, inside the store room, hiding from others?
Micheal Sato sat on the highest seat in the company besides the elusive Executive Owner no one had ever seen. He was an untouchable man and would likely never be involved with Diana Miller who only worked in middle management.
For them to be together in such a place…
Could it be that they were involved with each other?
No, Dylan thought. Diana Miller was against romance in the workplace, she had made that clear from day one. Maybe they were sharing company secrets.
Whatever the reason was, Dylan's curiosity drove him to find out. And with his Perception increased by the Incubus King's soul, it wouldn't be very difficult.
[Perception: 47]
[In comparison, human perception: 10]
He leaned against the cold steel of the shelf, slightly straining his ears. The voices reached him crystal clear, words brushing his ears as if whispered directly.
"Micheal… I just… I don't want to feel like one of the dozens of little… distractions you keep at arm's length."
That was Diana talking. It was strange for Dylan to see and hear her like that. Her voice was stripped of the steel it usually had and she sounded like a highschool girl with an unrequited crush.
"You treat me like everyone else. I want—" She stopped, lowering her head. "I want more. I want to feel important to you. Special."
Dylan was astounded at this point.
This was the same woman who snapped at him for "being creepy" when he offered help? The iron Division Head who forbade all office relationships, ruling with frost?
Was this the vulnerable side of Diana Miller?
Micheal's reply was smooth. When Dylan heard him speak, he was certain the man had swayed deals and propositions in his favor with a voice like that.
"Diana, you are special to me, of course. But you know how it is. Things can't be… anymore than it is. At least for now. The Board watches everything. But you'll always have me."
"Then give me more than just words." Diana's tone trembled, demanding and pleading at once. "I've given you myself. My time. My body. But I need more than hotel rooms and late-night calls."
She held him by his arm and drew closer. "I'm a woman, Micheal. I need assurance sometimes."
Dylan felt his pulse tick. Is she really in love with the Board Chairman? A married man?
Micheal's chuckle was quiet, like a cat toying with a mouse. "Alright…" He played with her hair.
"How about this for assurance? I've nearly dismantled David Chen. He won't last another quarter with the whispers we've been spreading. Once he falls, the seat is yours. CMO of Sunlight Group."
He slid his hand over her and groped the curve of her ass with his manly palm, his lips pressing against hers at the time.
Dylan's eyes widened. 'They're in a full blown affair!'
"Everything will be fine, Diana," Micheal said when the kiss ended. "Just don't forget to meet me at the Hyatt tonight. Room 1803."
Diana looked at the key card he handed to her before smiling weakly.
Micheal pulled away, straightening his tailored suit. "I'll see you then."
He was calm. Untouchable. And he walked out of the storage room as such.
Dylan pressed himself into the shelf's shadow, heart pounding as he watched the man exit. He hadn't been seen.
When the door clicked shut, he returned his gaze to where Diana was.
She still lingered behind. Her hands smoothed over her skirt, her chest rising and falling with a sharp breath.
She looked frustrated, left alone with her thoughts.
Dylan watched, feeling a subtle revulsion building in the back of his throat.
Diana's hypocrisy was befuddling. The woman who destroyed office romances for others was bedding the Board's Chairman.
Whether she was truly in love with Micheal Sato or she was using him for her rise, that didn't matter to Dylan. The only thought in his mind was that she deserved some kind of punishment for this.
And he wanted to be the executioner.
The Incubus King System, able to read his intentions, sent a notification.
[Before selecting a Bride Target, factors should be considered]
[Bride Targets are ranked:
Simple Target – The easiest to claim. This doesn't mean these women are cheap—they are straightforward, requiring minimal effort because of their low social status.
Hard Target – A more challenging Target than a simple one. They require significant effort, higher stats, Skills and more strategy to claim. Their status is mid level.
Difficult Target – A formidable Target that requires exceptional planning, higher stats and more Skills are needed to gain their love. They have a higher status in society.
Extreme Target – A nearly unattainable Target because of their incredibly high social status. Seducing and convincing them to become Brides will require over 80 points in all stats. This kind of Target often involves a high risk of failure due to complex obstacles and unforeseen variables.]
[Diana Miller is a Difficult Target.]
[Warning: Nearly impossible to claim at current stats. Recommend starting with Simple Target.]
Dylan's jaw tightened. His eyes stayed on her as she smoothed her blouse, still lost in thought. The system was probably right. After reading all of that, if he dared step up to Diana, she would not only reject him, but she would disgrace him too.
Still… How impossible could it be? She was right here, shaken and vulnerable. This was a golden opportunity.
[Do you wish to Lock Diana Miller as a Bride Target?]
[YES] | [NO]
Dylan hesitated for a second before accepting [YES].
He might not have had the stats to seduce and allure such a Target as Diana Miller, but he had something more powerful.
Dylan looked down at the phone in his hand, a recorded video glowing on the screen.
He had blackmail.
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Diana finally turned, brushing a strand of hair from her eyes. She rounded a shelf, only to freeze.
Someone was standing there. Dylan.
After catching her breath, Diana glared at him. "Wha— What the hell are you doing here?" she snapped, her voice sharp enough to mask her panic.
Dylan's face was completely emotionless. Although that was how it was most of the time, on this occasion, there was something malevolent inside it.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" he said to Diana, his voice different. Or rather, indifferent.
She stiffened, staring, trying to read him. Did he see? Did he hear?
Trying to take control, she folded her arms, her large breasts resting above her slender hands.
"What did you come here to do?" she ordered. "Are you hiding from work to masturbate in the store room?"
Dylan tilted his head, and as if it was the first time he had ever attempted it, an unsettling smirk appeared on his face. "Naughty, naughty Division Head. Who knew you were such a hypocrite."
Diana recoiled, nose flaring. "Excuse me?"
Dylan stepped closer, voice low, cutting. "You ban every worker in your division from dating, threatening them with termination. Yet here you are, sneaking kisses with the Board Chairman."
He could hear her heart drop as her eyes widened with terror.
"Tsk Tsk, Miss Miller. I know climbing the corporate ladder is difficult, but sleeping your way up surely can't be the best alternative."
Her eyes iced over as she took a step backwards. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Dylan was eerily silent for a while. "Then maybe I should stop talking," he abruptly said. "And show you this."
He lifted his hand, showing Diana his phone.
On the screen, the video played, displaying the exact moment when Micheal had grabbed a handful of her ass cheek as he kissed her.
Diana's face drained of color. She lunged, trying to grab the phone.
Dylan didn't even need his increased Agility to swipe it away from her reach. "Come on now, Miss Miller. Play nice."
Diana was so scared she began to stutter. "G—give me that! How dare you spy on me, you creep! You can't… No one can see that!"
Dylan slipped the phone back into his pocket, calm as winter. "Relax. I won't show anyone... If you give me what I want."
Her glare sharpened, her lips twisting with disgust. "I always knew there was something weird about you. But… you're different today. Why are you acting confident all of a sudden or is this who you really are behind that blank face?"
Dylan didn't say anything.
Her arms folded once more. "What is it you want? A raise? Money? A promotion? Work load reduction? Just say what it is and hand me your phone"
Dylan looked at her for a while before his gaze dropped deliberately to the swell of her cleavage.
Diana Miller, the Senior Executive of the Investment Division, undoubtedly had the biggest pair of breasts Dylan had ever seen.
No matter what she wore; be it a tight blouse, a baggy one, a thick suit, a leather coat; her heavyset tits always made an appearance.
They popped out of her chest, contrasting with her flat stomach and her slender arms. And just like it was at that moment, bursting out the top of her shirt.
He looked at her. "You know what I really want."
Diana's eyes flared at his audacity. Defensively, she swung a hand, but Dylan caught her wrist midair, holding it firm.
"Careful," he murmured. "You wouldn't want to anger the person who could destroy your reputation. Your seat. Your CMO dreams. I can destroy all of it with this single video. Unless you do what I say."
Diana, flustered, angry and terrified, could only let out her anger with words.
"You're… you're a monster. A heartless young man. I always knew I was right to despise you. You're a pervert… who's been staring at me with these thoughts all along."
But words couldn't hurt the Mortal Host of the Incubus King's Soul. Not anymore.
Dylan leaned in close, his words low, sharp as blades. "Maybe you're right. But after everything you've done to me in the past, and now, having an affair with a married man, and scheming to frame David Chen so you can claim his position in the company; Do you really think you have the moral ground here, Diana?"
Her breath faltered. Her eyes widened. She took one step back again, and Dylan stepped forward.
"In fact," he whispered, "you deserve this."
Then he released her wrist, letting her stumble back half a step. "Either you agree. Or this gets out. Now. Agree, and when we're done—I'll delete the video right in front of you."
Diana found herself completely cornered, scared, almost hopeless.
She gazed at Dylan's shadowy eyes, seeing that he truly meant what he was saying.
"Director Lee," she called, though her voice was tight, like she was forcing herself to speak. "Do you… really intend to blackmail your superior into having sex with you?"
Dylan scoffed. Suddenly, his arm shot out and he took a handful of her huge, soft breasts.
"Urrkkk!" Diana moaned.
"You have no idea," he replied with a demonic grin.