Reborn As The Minor Villain In A Romance Fantasy Novel - Chapter 239

Chapter 239: New Warehouse [I]
Minutes later, all three of them stepped out of the bath.

Lucius had a towel around his waist with water still dripping from his hair and down his chest.

Elara followed right behind him, wrapped tightly in her own towel… though her cheeks were puffed in frustration. If looks could kill, Emilia would’ve been reduced to ash by now; thanks to the girl’s interruption, Elara’s “reward” had been cut in half.

And then there was Emilia who was… entirely naked.

She wasn’t even wearing a towel nor was she wearing a robe and she wasn’t even ashamed of it.

She walked in front of them with an energetic sway in her hips, glancing back with a mischievous grin.

“Daddy~ come on… spank me for being a bad girl~”

Lucius pinched the bridge of his nose as they walked through his room.

Even he could see she was absurdly thirsty today and as much as he would like to handle her, he had decided on doing business right now.

He needed to call Alexia. Before the trip to Avalon next week, he had to secure that warehouse for Luna’s drone expansion.

The faster he handled it, the smoother the next phase of her business would go.

He pulled out his phone…

“No,” Lucius said calmly as Emilia stopped in front of him, leaning forward like a cat about to pounce. “You were a good girl. So you don’t need punishment.”

Emilia’s eyes widened like he had stabbed her emotionally.

Before he could react, the girl dived down toward his towel with her hands outstretched, her entire intention clearly focused on ripping it off.

Her forehead slammed directly into Infinity.

Thump!

Emilia bounced back and fell onto the polished floor.

“Ow…” she muttered while rubbing her forehead.

Lucius looked down at her and shook his head slowly.

“Try and be less horny, woman.”

Emilia pushed herself up to her knees, still massaging her head, looking like a scolded puppy.

Elara stood next to Lucius with crossed arms, wearing the most self-satisfied smirk imaginable.

Just then…

Creeeeak.

The door to Lucius’s bedroom opened.

Villy stepped in.

She was still holding that candle and still looking at them like she was about to perform an exorcism.

“Hummmmm…”

Her eyes narrowed into thin slits.

Before Emilia or Elara could react, two chains of green magic shot from her hands, wrapping around both girls’ waists.

Their eyes widened…

“What—?!”

“V-Villy wait—!”

They were violently yanked out of the room, sliding across the floor on their backs like they were being dragged into hell.

Villy bowed her head respectfully.

“Sorry for the disturbance, My Lord.”

Then she turned around and left, closing the door behind her with eerie grace.

Lucius stared for a moment.

“…I really need to make sure she isn’t possessed one of these days.”

He sighed and conjured his phone into his hand.

He dialed Alexia.

It rang once.

Twice.

On the third, the background erupted with a familiar voice shouting something incomprehensible followed by the sharp slam of a door.

Then silence.

“Yes, Boss.” Alexia’s voice sounded composed now.

Lucius frowned. He recognized that earlier voice.

‘Isn’t that one of the clan heads from the meeting building I blew up?’

“Are you busy?” he asked casually.

“Not at all, Boss. Do you have an errand for me? Should I pick up a package or…?”

“I want to purchase the warehouse now. Remember?”

There was a brief pause… probably her confirming details in her head.

“Yes, Boss. The one worth a billion royals.”

She cleared her throat. “I put it on hold since you were in the dungeon. Shall we finalize everything now?”

“Yes. Come to the Grimmaw Guild HQ.” Lucius walked into his massive walk-in closet, eyeing the rows of absurdly expensive outfits… gifts, sponsorship items, designer brands he didn’t even remember receiving, apparently the maids said they had mailed a lot of stuff while he was off grid. “I’ll drive there, pick Luna up, and we’ll go together.”

“Yes, Boss… Should I wear panties or not?”

Lucius froze.

“Alexia. This is a business meeting.”

“What? Maybe you want to fuck me some more. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten handled by you, Boss.”

“…Wear panties. I’ll decide if I want to rip them off… later.”

“Yes Boss!”

He hung up and massaged his forehead.

“Let me use the Tempest,” he muttered.

That car was fast, smooth, extremely illegal by normal standards, and one of his favorites.

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Meanwhile…

Luna stepped out of the small bath attached to Vanessa’s office. She wore a simple robe with droplets of water gliding down her pale legs.

Her purple hair… usually neat and tied, was damp and left to fall freely behind her.

Vanessa wasn’t so lucky.

She sat at her desk surrounded by towers of paperwork taller than her torso.

Her crimson hair was pulled up hastily, and her expression was the perfect picture of a woman on the brink of losing all will to live.

“This is hell,” Vanessa muttered as she signed another document.

A vein throbbed at her temple. She grabbed her pen, glared at it, then suddenly slammed it onto the table.

“FUCK!”

The pen flew straight into the air.

Before it hit the floor, Luna casually lifted her hand.

‘Zero Shift.’

Its momentum froze.

‘Momentum Shift.’

It drifted gently into her palm.

Luna handed it back like a dutiful assistant.

“The fact that Lucius dropped an asteroid from space is trending everywhere,” she said as she grabbed her phone from the table. “The Council is panicking but online? Everyone’s cheering for him.”

Vanessa groaned.

“Of course they are. The man farts and the internet worships him.”

Luna giggled.

‘He’s probably sleeping right now…’ she thought with a warm smile. ‘That’s typical Lucius.’

Click.

The door swung open.

Lucius stepped inside wearing all-black… boots, fitted pants, and an oversized designer hoodie that made him look like he just walked off a luxury magazine cover.

“Oi, Luna. Downstairs… We’re going to get you your— Wait, where are your clo—”

He stopped mid-sentence because Luna froze then looked down and realized something horrifying.

The robe she thought she wrapped around herself after bathing…

…was still hanging on the hook by the bath door.

Meaning…

She was completely naked.

Luna blinked.

Then…

She screamed.

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Luna sat in the front seat of the Tempest, still gripping the edges of Lucius’s oversized hoodie like it was her only lifeline.

The sleeves completely swallowed her hands; the hem hung loosely over borrowed trousers Vanessa had kept in her office drawers.

Her cheeks were crimson all the way to her ears.

“Thank you…” she whispered, pulling the hoodie tighter around herself. “And… thank you for not talking about it.”

Her embarrassment was so intense she had shrunk into the seat like a guilty kitten.

She had planned to one day show herself to Lucius… carefully, deliberately, dramatically, as a moment he would never forget. Not like… this.

It was supposed to be one of her trump cards.

Instead, she felt like she had dropped it onto the floor and stepped on it twice.

Lucius glanced sideways at her then leaned closer…slowly enough for her breath to hitch.

She lifted her head with her eyes completely wide.

Then… He puckered his lips.

Luna blinked rapidly, stunned.

‘H-huh? Lucius… offering to kiss me first? When does he ever—when did he—what—is this an impostor?!’

But it wasn’t.

It was undeniably Lucius.

Her lips parted instinctively.

Their mouths met.

It wasn’t gentle nor was it hesitant.

Lucius kissed her like she was something he’d been holding himself back from for too long. His hand slid up her hoodie and cupped her right breast, squeezing firmly.

The soft moan that escaped her was swallowed entirely into his mouth.

Her thoughts blurred.

‘We’re… kissing with tongue…?’

Lucius’s tongue coiled around hers, pulling her deeper into the kiss.

His other hand slipped beneath the hoodie pressing the softness of her breast upward as if learning every contour.

The only barrier was her thin black singlet… but it hardly mattered. His fingers circled her nipple through the fabric until her breath broke into another trembling moan.

He leaned in even more, his body practically draped over her seat.

Luna felt her mind melting, her chest tightening and her heart racing so fast she feared she might faint.

It felt indulgent and very addictive… Like Lucius was claiming her in a way he hadn’t done before and she loved it.

Just as she reached up to clutch his shoulders…

Knock. Knock.

Lucius instantly pulled away like nothing happened.

Luna, however… She was flushed, panting softly, legs pressed together as if she needed to keep herself from sliding out of her own skin.

“That’s your reward for the raid,” Lucius said calmly, patting her head as if he hadn’t just had his tongue tangled with hers a second ago.

Her heart almost exploded.

Lucius rolled down the window.

Alexia stood there in full formal attire, with a folder tucked under her arm and her hair tied, her expression was all business.

Well… almost. Her eyes flicked between them, and she raised a single brow with a knowing smirk.

“Get in,” Lucius said. “We’re going.”

Alexia slid into the back seat without a word while Luna covered her face with both sleeves.

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Timothy paced back and forth in his office, rearranging a stack of papers he had already aligned perfectly three times.

He muttered angrily under his breath with every movement.

He should’ve been over it by now.

He wasn’t.

‘She rejected me… ME… a billionaire. And for him?! For Lucius?! What does he have that I don’t?!’

His jaw clenched at the thought.

‘Fuck Lucius! Fuck Lucius, fuck Lucius, fuck him!! Let that bastard die a dog’s death!’

He slammed his hands on the table.

‘I swear—if I see him again, I’ll—’

Click.

The office door opened.

The receptionist leaned in nervously. “Boss, you have visit—ah!”

She was yanked out of the way as Lucius stepped into the room, Luna and Alexia strolling behind him like the boss’s left and right hands.

Lucius didn’t even wait for an invitation.

He walked straight to the expensive couch and sat down, placing one leg casually over the other. Luna sat at his right, Alexia at his left… they were mirror images of elegance and deadly beauty.

Timothy’s blood ran cold.

‘Oh shit.’

Lucius didn’t speak at first. He simply stared.

Timothy felt his lungs collapse.

Then…

“Kneel.”

Timothy’s entire body dropped so fast the floor shook. His forehead touched the carpet before he even processed what happened.

He didn’t even try to resist.

Fear crushed everything else.

“Very good,” Lucius said lightly. “Now you can stand.”

It took the overweight businessman a full ten seconds to force himself back onto his feet. Sweat dripped down his temples. His legs trembled like a frightened animal.

Lucius smiled at him… pleasantly.

“Alright,” he said. “We’ve come for the warehouse we wanted to purchase.”