I'm Secretly the Father of the Yandere Villainess's Daughter

Chapter 46: This damn life!

Cain, lying under the weight of her exquisite and dominant body, possessed absolutely no power to dictate his opinion or voice an objection. At that precise moment, he felt as though she, through this audacious posture, had declared her absolute dominion over him at the lowest cost and via the cleverest means—as if every single atom of his being, and every beat of his heart, had been stripped from him to become her exclusive, pure possession.

He swallowed his saliva with difficulty, speaking in a thoroughly submissive tone, "Yes... certainly. Lady Lucy is always welcome throughout the mansion as the mistress of the estate, and not merely as a guest..."

How could he possibly reject this enticing offer? How could his mind possess the audacity to refuse that warm touch which was stealing his sanity? How could he summon his courage to counter the raging emotional logic and follow the whispers of his accursed internal fear—which was murmuring in the corners of his mind that she was orchestrating a malicious plot to ruin and crush him?

Lucy rose with slowness and agility, speaking in a calm tone, "I am leaving now..."

At that exact moment, Cain felt as though he were standing upon the edge of a towering precipice, beneath which churning volcanic lava threatened to swallow him whole. Yet simultaneously, he experienced a sweeping euphoria invading his soul. That delectable sensation of "guilt" which follows such encounters was nothing short of a purely celestial feeling.

When Lucy rose and moved away from his body, a sudden and overwhelming desire sparked within him to extend his hand, drag her back to him, and retain her warmth close by. However, he violently reined in his impulses and attempted to maintain his composure as much as possible. He must not reveal to her that he was falling in love... She certainly does not love me, and she is executing all of this as a merely noble medical procedure to rescue him from death and purify him of the malicious poison!

Yet, he was on the absolute verge of actual insanity if he did not move or perform an action to shatter this stagnation.

Thus, with a swift instinctive movement, his hand shot out to suddenly grasp her slender wrist, attempting to make his voice as grave and stern as possible to salvage whatever remained of his pride.

"You... where exactly are you going?"

He was attempting to look away, avoiding any alignment of his eyes with hers so she wouldn’t catch a glimpse of his deeply flushed facial features.

"Oh... and why does the Duke ask such a curious question?" Lucy placed her delicate palm over her lips, attempting to conceal her cunning and persistent smile behind her fingers, intensely enjoying the immediate impact of "Page 245" upon him.

Cain began to experience internal dread and regret; he believed that through this spontaneous action, he would appear utterly foolish and completely exposed before her, and that he had to suppress his emotions immediately.

With every ounce of strength and resolve he possessed, he attempted to fabricate a cold, professional tone devoid of any flaws:

"It is... it is solely because Lady Lucy is akin to a highly distinguished and critical guest of the Oster family... and she must be honored and treated with the utmost reverence and respect by everyone in this mansion without exception..."

He was exceedingly serious, his features rigid as he delivered this formal justification. Lucy gently unfastened her wrist from his grip, her sly smile widening. With a graceful, magical flick of her hand, she manifested out of thin air and the magical void a provocative, two-piece black bikini—the very color she knew with absolute certainty that Cain favored and adored!

She spoke in a playful tone, "The maid Maxi departed in a great haste due to emergency events, but she left this attire for me as a gift before her departure... And when I witnessed the beautiful beach attached to your mansion, I decided that I must not squander the opportunity to enjoy entering and swimming in this splendid, pristine beach..."

At that exact moment, Cain was screaming within his mind, desiring to raise his thumb to the highest point in the heavens! He wondered in utter bewilderment whether he had died without his knowledge and transitioned to paradise, or if this was merely an unexpected divine benevolence.

He replied in a voice trembling with the weight of suppressed enthusiasm:

"Of course... of course, Lady Lucy! The entire beach is open and accessible to you throughout the whole day, without any restrictions!"

Cain felt that he could now perish in absolute peace after this concentrated dose of pure ecstasy... and he would never be surprised if it ultimately turned out that this entire situation was merely a dream stained with roses. For it would be, in the end, the finest, most complete, and most magnificent dream in human history!

After Lucy walked with confident strides and exited Cain’s master suite, leaving behind her enchanting fragrance, Cain sat solitary upon the edge of the bed, recalling every detail of what had transpired seconds ago, wishing from the depths of his heart that this therapeutic situation would repeat itself in the near future.

Now, with only two days remaining until he would reclaim his full magical power during in truth level—by virtue of the sacred "Jewel of Michael" residing within his soul and body—Cain exhaled with a broad smile, murmuring:

"Can one possibly anticipate anything finer or more beautiful than this life?"

Suddenly... and like a thunderbolt cleaving through his rosy sky, the blue System screen materialized violently before his eyes, accompanied by an acute, warning tone:

[Oh!! That bloody witch has finally exited!... Host!! This woman is exceedingly dangerous and terrifying beyond the comprehension of your mind!... She tortured the Host yesterday, making him writhe and convulse in agony while he was completely drugged and devoid of volition... She extracted the sacred ’Jewel of Michael’ directly from the Host’s chest, destroying and shattering it completely without a shred of mercy!!]

Cain’s movement was completely paralyzed, and an absolute silence loomed over him as he stared with widened, shocked eyes at the rigid text of the System written before him. He raised his trembling hand slowly and quietly, pressing it against his chest, attempting to inspect the flow of the "Jewel of Michael’s" energy and search for its presence within his magical core...

It was not there... It had completely vanished, leaving behind no trace whatsoever!

[The Host was entirely correct from the very beginning... She harbors sinister, terrifying, and fatal intentions toward the Host, and all of her gentle behavior is merely a despicable cover!]

A hot, searing tear rolled slowly from the socket of Cain’s eye, mingled with the bitterness of betrayal and spiritual shock. He asked in a broken, faint tone, "Does this mean... does this mean that I have completely lost all of my special abilities and half of my total magical power...?"

[To the absolute and bitter regret, Host... You can only wait and anticipate now until your powers return gradually and at an exceedingly slow pace...]

Profuse tears cascaded to flood Cain’s face, and he curled into himself upon the bed, his mind writhing with pain and indignation. He was on the verge of cursing his boundless foolishness, his vulnerability before temptations, and his naive, stupid belief that this despicable, dark world could one day grant him something for free, or a pure love without a exorbitant price that ruins his life!