Chapter 540: 540. The Husband Came Into The Room Just To Get Knocked-Out By Me!
Mireya felt a bead of sweat roll down her neck. Her mind raced, searching for a lie that wouldn’t sound like a confession of her own depravity.
She couldn’t tell him that she had been standing there, practically salivating at the thought of his wife being ravaged by a man half her age.
"Oh! Mr. Cassius! You’re... you’re back!" she stammered, her voice pitching higher than usual.
She forced a strained, awkward smile, her hands fidgeting with the fabric of her skirt. "Apollo is... he’s in his room..."
"He’s fast asleep. He had a very long date with me, you know."
Cassius nodded slowly, though his eyes remained suspicious. "That boy... hahaha! How dare he take a nap while leaving his girlfriend like this."
He glanced at the master bedroom door, then back at Mireya’s flushed face. "And Amelia? Rex? They haven’t come down to greet me?"
"But I think they didn’t hear me, so I’ll just greet them inside."
The lie bubbled up in Mireya’s throat, fueled by a desperate need to protect the sanctity of the sin she so craved to witness. She couldn’t let him walk in there and see the wreckage of his wife’s dignity.
"No! No, they’re... they’re still, uhm," Mireya said, her words coming out in a rushed, desperate tumble.
She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a hurried, conspiratorial whisper, though her eyes were dancing with a frantic, hidden excitement. "They’re in the bedroom... they’re probably just... studying!"
"Yes, studying! You know how intense they can get with their... research." Mireya laughed awkwardly. "They didn’t want to be disturbed."
’Oh my god... this is so stupid...!’
’They never study that much... this is probably the first for them...!’
She watched him closely, her heart in her throat, praying that her frantic lie would hold. She was practically begging him to believe that the sounds of a woman being broken by lust were merely the sounds of academic devotion, all while her own soul screamed to let him in and witness the glorious, messy truth.
’What do I do...?! What do I do...?!’ Mireya starts panicking in her mind. ’It’s not going to go well for him to find out that his wife was...!’
Cassius narrowed his eyes, a flicker of doubt crossing his handsome features. "Studying? At this hour?"
"Amelia is usually quite diligent, but they seem... unusually absorbed." He took a step toward the heavy oak doors, his hand reaching for the golden handle. "I’ll just go in and surprise them."
"A quick greeting before we gave each other welcome home kisses~!"
"Wait! Mr. Cassius, you don’t have to—!" Mireya gasped, her heart leaping into her throat.
She reached out a hand as if to stop him, but it was too late. The door creaked open, and the heavy, musk-laden air of the bedroom hit Cassius like a physical wave.
The scene inside was nothing like "studying."
The room was a chaotic battlefield of sweat and spilled fluids. Amelia was draped across the bed, her body trembling in the aftershocks of a climax so intense it looked like she had been struck by lightning.
Her hair was a wild mess, her skin was flushed a deep, sinful red, and her eyes were glazed, staring vacantly at the ceiling as she drifted in a sea of pure, unadulterated lewdness. She was drenched, her thighs slick with a mixture of her own juices and the thick, white remnants of the massive loads Rex had been pumping into her.
She looked less like a priestess and more like a woman who had been thoroughly, beautifully broken.
And standing over her was Rex.
He was a titan of a man, his dark, muscular physique gleaming with sweat, his eyes burning with a predatory, terrifying intensity. He hadn’t even had time to fully compose himself before Cassius stepped into his domain.
Before Cassius could even process the sight of his wife in such a state, Rex moved. He was a blur of pure, masculine power.
With a low, guttural growl, Rex lunged forward. He didn’t use a weapon; he used his sheer, overwhelming physical presence.
He caught Cassius in a crushing embrace, his massive hands slamming into the man’s chest with enough force to wind him. Cassius tried to protest, to demand an explanation, but Rex was relentless.
He began a brutal, efficient assault of strikes and pressure, a "knocking up" of sorts that was less about pleasure and more about pure, dominant suppression. Within seconds, the air was knocked out of Cassius’s lungs, and the world began to spin.
His vision blurred, his knees buckled, and before he could even utter a word of outrage, he slumped into unconsciousness.
Rex caught him effortlessly, his muscles rippling under his tanned skin. With a grunt of exertion, he hauled the unconscious Cassius toward the bed and dropped him heavily onto the mattress right next to the dazed, shivering Amelia.
"I’ve been waiting for you, Cassius..." Rex grinned. "Now... just sleep and dream about you having a wet dream with your wife of making a second child because right now..."
"...I’m going to make your wife pregnant and give Apollo a little sibling, hahahahaha!"
The two of them lay there, the husband and the wife, both completely conquered by the man who had claimed them both.
Rex then turned his gaze toward the doorway, where Mireya stood frozen. She was paralyzed, her mouth hanging open, her eyes wide with a shock so profound it felt like her soul had left her body.
She had seen the truth: the "studying" was a lie, the "peace" was a lie, and the "innocence" of the house was a crumbling facade.
Rex didn’t look angry when she was looking. He looked amused, like a king who had just effortlessly dealt with an intruder.
He locked eyes with Mireya, a dark, knowing glint in his gaze. He slowly raised a single, massive finger to his lips, gesturing a silent command:
"Shhhhhh."
It served as a warning, a command, and an invitation simultaneously. He was urging her to safeguard his secret, to sustain the deception, and to remain quiet while he completed his task.
Without waiting for a response, Rex stepped back and pulled the heavy door shut with a soft, definitive click.
Mireya was left standing in the hallway, the house’s silence rushing back in to swallow her. She was trembling from head to toe, her breath coming in short, jagged gasps.
The image of Rex, the massive, dark god, standing over the broken bodies of the holy couple was burned into her retinas. She was in total shock, her mind reeling as she realized that the man she had just been lusting after was far more dangerous and far more powerful than anyone in the world could ever imagine.
Inside the heavy, musk-scented silence of the master bedroom, Rex turned his attention back to the unconscious Cassius. The man was a fine specimen, but he was currently nothing more than a puppet in Rex’s hands.
Rex sat on the edge of the bed, his massive, dark hand hovering just above Cassius’s forehead.
"Time to give you a little bedtime story, little man," Rex whispered, his voice a low, vibrating rumble.
He closed his eyes, tapping into the deep, primal well of his Dream Manipulation Skill. He began to weave a psychic web, threading his will into the subconscious of the sleeping priestess’s husband.
He didn’t just want Cassius to sleep; he wanted to rewrite his very reality so that the man would never suspect the truth of his wife’s infidelity.
In Cassius’s mind, the darkness of sleep transformed into a blinding, golden light. He found himself in a celestial garden, the air sweet with the scent of lilies.
Beside him stood Amelia, but she was radiant, glowing with a divine light. They were holding hands, and the feeling of overwhelming love and connection was so intense it felt realer than life. In the dream, they were celebrating the news of a second child, a precious gift from the heavens.
But Rex wasn’t done. He pushed deeper, layering the manipulation.
The dream shifted. Suddenly, Cassius was kneeling in a temple of pure light.
Before him stood the Goddess of Life herself, her presence immense and terrifyingly beautiful. She leaned down, her voice echoing like thunder in his soul, and delivered a divine mandate: "Cassius, your devotion has been noted..."
"Let this be the sign... prepare your heart and your wife, for a second child is coming to bless your lineage."
Cassius felt a surge of holy euphoria, a sense of divine purpose that made his heart swell with pride. It was a perfect, beautiful lie, crafted with surgical precision to mask the scent of Rex’s semen and the memory of the man’s dominance.
As the psychic threads settled, Rex pulled back, his eyes snapping open. He watched the man’s face, seeing the peaceful, blissful smile tugging at the corners of Cassius’s lips.
The manipulation trick was complete.
Beside the sleeping Cassius, Amelia began to stir. Her body was still heavy, her muscles aching from the violent, ecstatic way Rex had used her.
"Hah... mphhh... huh...?" Her mind was a hazy fog of pleasure, her skin still tacky with the drying essence of Rex’s massive load.
She blinked her swollen, heavy eyelids, her gaze drifting slowly to the side. She expected to see the dark, muscular expanse of Rex’s chest or the empty space where he had just been.
Instead, her eyes landed on a familiar face.
"C-Cassius?" she gasped, her voice a mere, raspy whisper.
