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Scott didn't move. Neither did Ezel.

For a long, stretched-out moment, they simply stared at each other like mental health patients.

It was a silent exchange of caution and curiosity.

Scott wasn't afraid of her. That wasn't it.

But he also wasn't stupid.

The woman standing before him wasn't just some alien warrior with a strong grip and a blank stare.

She was Pontiach.

And the Pontiach weren't just any race.

They were conquerors. A species where the women reigned supreme ── their strength so absolute that the men of their planet had long since learned submission.

『Yeah, right… "submission" is a tame word…』

It wasn't the — good little husband who just nodded along — kind of submissiveness; it was way more extreme, like some twisted version of a power dynamic where it was all about humiliation and pain.

The female Pontiachs were so brutal that they often left their male counterparts physically ruined, their manhood either broken or crushed beyond repair — like raw meat put through a grinder.

The men who were still able to function sexually were forced into labor as worker slaves, while those who were permanently crippled in that area lost their status as men altogether.

They were instead labeled as [lesser females] and assigned to serve as maids and cleaners.

On Pontius V, men were raised to believe that pain, humiliation, and physical suffering were the highest forms of sexual pleasure ── this made a good number of male Pontiachs incapable of getting hard in bed unless they were treated like a dirty, little piece of vegetable.

Over generations, this mindset turned them into nothing more than obedient, desperate hounds, conditioned to crave their own degradation.

Scott had no intention of joining that list.

Still, he kept his breathing even, his body language stable, his eyes sharp. If you saw a lion, it was better not to make sudden movements unless you wanted to become its next meal. And right now, Ezel was watching him the way a predator watched something it wasn't sure was prey just yet.

Meanwhile, Ezel tilted her head ever so slightly.

He hadn't moved. Hadn't spoken.

Strange. Very strange.

From what she had studied of this planet's inhabitants, they were diverse in their ways of greeting. Some bowed, some waved, some even gripped hands and shook them. Though other species denied it, humans were one of the most diverse species she had encountered.

And yet… Scott did nothing.

『Why? Is he already paralyzed by my sexual urges? That would be quite shameful…』

Perhaps she should approach first.

Yes. That was logical.

But then, how should she begin? Should she simply state her reason for being here? Should she be more direct and tell him she required his seed to create powerful Pontiach halfbreeds that would go on to conquer worlds in their name?

Her lips pressed together in thought.

Yes. That seemed appropriate.

But just as she made the decision, Scott finally moved.

His fists clenched slightly, his shoulders tightening, his voice cool yet firm as he asked—

"Who are you?"

In an instant, she was gone from his sight.

A gust of wind brushed past his skin and his body tensed instinctively as he whipped around—

There she was.

Standing behind him.

Scott jolted as his reflexes kicked in, but he forced himself to stay still as she observed him. Her stance was unreadable and her expression blank yet focused, like a soldier evaluating a new recruit.

She was shorter than him.

Not by much, but enough that she had to tilt her head up slightly to meet his eyes.

A small gasp left her lips.

『His eyes… they're very blue… like mine』

To her, this was a sign ── to others, his eyes would be considered precious gems.

"I am Ezel…"

She stated simply.

"One of the mightiest and fiercest commanding officers of the Pontius Empire."

Scott opened his mouth.

"Uh…"

Before he could even begin to process his next words, Ezel took a step closer.

A very close step.

Her hand pressed against his chest as her fingers brushed over the firm muscle beneath his shirt. Scott stiffened as she hummed thoughtfully, tilting her head again.

"Your chest is firm~"

She noted as her fingers pressed slightly before she gave the muscle a slow, almost appreciative squeeze.

Scott's brain short-circuited for half a second.

Ezel looked up at him with a flat expression and an even flatter tone to add.

"You also have an attractive height."

Her voice didn't waver.

There was no blush, no hesitation.

But her fingers lingered a moment too long. And when her lower lip subtly caught between her teeth, Scott's instincts immediately screamed at him what was happening.

『Oh. Oh no.』

He cleared his throat, forcing himself to focus.

"You know…"

He started carefully. Very carefully.

"From what I've seen so far, I don't think you mean to hurt these men… but somehow, you do. So if you'd just listen to my suggestion, maybe I can—"

"No."

Scott blinked.

"… What?"

"No…" Ezel repeated flatly.

Scott furrowed his brows. "But why?"

Ezel stared up at him, unblinking.

"I have not forced a single man to mate with me. All of them were loathsome scum who willingly took the risk of locking lips with a female Pontiach. And with risk, there is both consequence and reward."

This statement made Scott's mind go into overdrive.

『Holy shit she's so fucking right──?! There's a crazy number of perverts in Metro City—both day and night, because let's be real, they don't seem to have a curfew. I can already picture all these toxic feminists supporting her for clearing the streets of all the homeless perverts. Oh, jeez…』

Scott exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples.

"… And the consequence is death?" he guessed.

"Yes."

He sighed. "And the reward?"

Ezel's eyes held his for a moment.

Then, without missing another second, she responded with absolute certainty—

"The honor of carrying my offspring."

Scott stared.

Ezel stared back.

A heavy silence stretched between them.

Scott inhaled. Exhaled. Then, very, very calmly, he said—

"… You do realize that's also a consequence, right?"

"I'm fine with that…"

Before anything more could be said, Ezel pounced and wrapped her arms around Scott like she was trying to crush his spine—just like a little girl would squeeze her teddy bear.

Without even giving him a chance to breathe, her tongue was already deep in his mouth, getting a deep and good taste of his saliva, which made her moan like a wild beast in heat.

Mmm~ ❤️

Those were sounds she couldn't stop making as her body gently caressed his back, despite her arms being strong enough to crush steel.

Soon enough, Scott was also putting in effort, his own lips crashing against hers and rubbing together as if molding clay—but in the sexiest way possible.

It was such a wet kiss. A passionate and wet one, too.

Mmm────ahhhhh ❤️!

Finally, the two pulled away from the deep kiss and stared at each other with bedroom eyes.

It was strange, the way Scott stared at Ezel—as if he wasn't there mentally, and only the sexual side of him was kissing the warrior woman before him. Indeed, that was a plausible answer, given the way he hungrily drooled at one corner of his mouth while tightly holding the woman before him by the shoulders.

Even Ezel was surprised.

『Wow… he was able to resist my sexual dominance… I—does that mean he's a Dravek?』

It was hard to say.

"Kiss me more~"

She spoke from the throbbing hole between her strong, muscular thighs.

Scott grinned. "Sure thing, love…"

He shot furious eyes at the occupied desk next to them, and then, with one quick swipe of his arms across the surface, he threw everything off. Quickly after, he grabbed Ezel tightly by her ass, making her jolt a little as her body pressed even more against his own.

To her surprise, his hands were big enough to cup both her ass cheeks in a way that sent a surge of pleasure through her, forcing a restricted moan from her lips.

Hnnnn~ ❤️❤️

Scott squeezed her tighter.

Aaahhnnnn──❤️❤️!!

He loved the passionate sound of this strong woman.

In one go, he lifted her and placed her on the desk like she was a baby, and they continued kissing passionately, like two hungry beasts in heat.

He bit her lower lip. She bit his upper lip.

He suckled on her tongue. She drank his saliva.

It was such a sloppy yet arousing kiss—so much so that thick saliva started to seep down the sides of their mouths.

"Is that all you can do…? Ahnnn~"

Those words left Ezel's mouth, full of nothing but Scott's tongue and hot saliva.

"You want more?" Scott asked, smiling.

"A lot more... my body yearns for it~ ❤️"

"Heh, mine too."

He withdrew a hand and brought it down with force to slap and tightly grab Ezel's ass cheek while using his other hand to grip the back of her neck, pressing her lips even harder against his own. He kissed her so intensely that it was almost impossible for her to breathe, all she could take in was a mouth full of wet, fat tongue.

More and more, Scott did amazing things—things one would think a man wasn't capable of. His tongue touched parts of her body that craved a man's tender touch, her nipples were dragged and twisted in ways that could only be called painful pleasure... and her soaked crotch was gently scraped against the impressive bulge in Scott's pants.

"Oh, myyyyy ❤️…"

She threw her head back to moan.

Just then, Scott started planting small kisses on her neck, making her body vibrate with pleasure.

･･･

Judy stood in the elevator.

Her back pressed against the cool metal wall as she stared at her phone with tired eyes.

The dull glow of the screen reflected in her irises as she scrolled, before stopping at a sneaky picture she had taken—a candid snapshot of herself and Shadow in the past few days while working on the serial killer case.

『Tee-hee! He looks so cute…』

She had taken it without thinking, just one of those moments where she wanted to capture something, anything, that made her feel… good. And yet, here she was, fixated on it like some lovesick idiot.

A tired groan escaped her lips.

"Ugh… I really can't let this whole thought about one guy spoil my mood."

But then again… it wasn't just any guy.

Shadow was intelligent, had the same interests as her, and — most importantly — was willing to do good just because he wanted to. Not because of some dumb social media clout or more sponsorship deals like that overgrown, blonde-haired man baby drenched in expensive fragrance and gel—

Sigh.

The Peak.

Even just thinking about his name left a bad taste in her mouth, like she had swallowed battery acid. She shook her head hard, as if physically trying to fling the thought out of her skull.

Then, sighing, she let her tired, lazy eyes fall back to her phone screen.

The picture of her and Shadow.

『Yeah… that's much better.』

An affectionate smile slowly warmed onto her face. Before she knew it, she was pressing the phone against her chest, shutting her eyes as a cute, little giggle slipped past her lips.

Ding—

The elevator doors slid open, and Judy stepped out.

Her heels clicked against the polished floor as she walked towards the meeting point. But then—

She stopped.

Her breath hitched.

Two people were pressed against each other just a few feet ahead, locked in a deep, passionate kiss. Lips moving with hunger, hands gripping with feverish need, bodies impossibly close.

"Woah…" she muttered. "What's going on here?"

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She squinted, trying to make out their faces, but they were so tangled together that it was impossible. However—

Her eyes landed on the man's suit.

Black. Sleek. Shadows swirling faintly around its edges.

Her body stiffened. No… No way.

Her breath quickened as she blinked rapidly, disbelief setting in like ice crawling up her spine. She took a hesitant step back, her voice almost breaking—

"Sha… Shadow…?"

In an instant, Scott's dull, hazed-over eyes widened as if something inside him had snapped back into place. His body jolted as he suddenly pulled away from Ezel and staggered slightly as his Shadow Factor Suit reacted to his distress.

Darkness surged from his neckline, wrapping around his face as his helmet re-materialized.

His gaze darted towards the voice.

Judy.

She was standing there, frozen, staring at him with wide, trembling eyes.

Like a lost puppy caught in a storm.

Was she going to cry? Hopefully not.

Scott swallowed as his mind still reeled. "Judy…"

[The desire manipulation from the female Pontiach's kiss has been broken by the presence of the connection between the host and a potential harem member.]

The System's robotic voice echoed in his mind.

But his thoughts slammed to a screeching halt at the last part of its notification.

『Potential harem member?』

His heart thudded.

『Wait, wait, wait… NO. Do you mean… Judy?』

He turned back to her, but she hadn't moved.

Her lips parted slightly as her gaze flickered from his face to his hands—the hands that had just been gripping Ezel with so much raw need.

Her expression was unreadable. .

But in her eyes, there was something fragile.

Something breakable.

Then—

She nodded.

A small, stiff nod, like a broken toy.

Her hands clutched onto her handbag as she took a shaky step back.

"I'll— I'll uh… ta-, take the stairs…"

She turned, almost tripping over her own feet, and started rushing away. Her heels clicked in rapid, uneven beats against the floor. And as she disappeared around the corner, Scott swore he heard it—

A small, aching sniffle.

"Judy—" He took a step forward, but—

A strong grip caught his wrist.

Ezel.

Her fingers dug into his skin as she turned him to face her, crimson eyes burning with an emotion he couldn't quite name. Her jaw clenched as she gazed at him, her breath slightly uneven.

"Let that Terran woman go…"

It was a firm order from the female Pontiach.

"They are not worth it."

Scott yanked his wrist free, shaking his head.

"You don't get it—"

Darkness erupted around him as he vanished into a swirl of shadows and reappeared several meters away.

Without wasting another second, he took off running.

Ezel stood still, watching. Her fingers curled into fists, her nails digging into her palm.

Slowly, her irises began to glow a deeper, fiery red.

It was like the Sun could erupt form her eyes.

Her breath hitched. Her teeth clenched.

And then, barely above a whisper—

"You're… stealing him from me."

A low, guttural growl rumbled from her throat, the kind that could make even a tiger shudder.

And in that moment—

Something inside her snapped.

If she couldn't have the man she'd locked lips with, then no one deserved to have him.

"You are mine, Scott McQueen…"