"Enjoying your life as president already?"

Helena drew a slow breath, the kind that dragged cold winter down her throat, white frost mist gathered at the hollow of her neck.

A dark shadow dropped behind her, quiet as a falling eyelash.

She stiffened, which said a lot, because Helena Krajci didn't even blink at nuclear launch codes.

The bench creaked under her as she straightened.

'Of course it's him.'

Commander Helena Krajci.

Former Valkyrie Squad.

One of the survivors of Frostholm.

Woman who walked out of nuclear fallout with her hair still braided.

A woman who'd buried teammates with her own hands.

A woman who shouldn't be scared of anything human.

But Wang Xiao standing silently behind her?

Yeah... That could scare anyone.

His presence wasn't loud or violent, it felt like an apocalypse politely waiting for its cue

Her gloved fingers tightened around the cold wooden bench, "…You scared me," she muttered, it came out half whisper, half complaint.

Wang Xiao stepped around and stood in front of her like he owned the mountain.

He probably did...

She stiffened under his gaze. The professional suit beneath her thick brown coat did nothing to hide the faint scars on her smooth ivory skin, or the truth that she looked far more like a soldier pretending to be a politician than a real president.

Only when he turned away to look at the dark slope below, where she saw nothing and he probably saw everything, did her breath come out in a shaky sigh.

She stood up slowly, coming behind him.

"What do I even call you…? Master?"

It slipped out with her old sarcasm, the muscle memory of dealing with him during the Frostholm disaster.

She regretted it immediately.

Wang Xiao didn't seem bothered.

"Call whatever you want. I just need you to handle mortal affairs."

"…What?" She blinked. "Your Excellency, please... you have people much better suited than me."

He smiled at that, soft, amused, terrifying.

"Luna will retire someday. Li Zhiming will grow old. And I don't feel like micromanaging traffic fines and paperwork."

He lifted his hand lazily.

Invisible threads shimmered into view, like he caught radio static with his fingers.

Some threads showed two people laughing in a kitchen.

Some held a baby's cry.

Some were just fragments of strangers' voices floating through the air.

"These are radiowaves," Wang Xiao said, almost bored. "You humans send your entire lives through them. Easy to read.... Even easier to crack."

Helena's eyebrow lifted, not in surprise but in the 'I-expected-as-much' way of someone who's seen too much.

"So the internet isn't safe from gods," she said dryly. "Good to have that on record."

Wang Xiao chuckled. "Even the weaker ones can peel through it. If you think a Wi-Fi router can fight a god, you've been reading too many comics."

She snorted under her breath, a short, controlled exhale. "No one in the military ever believed that crap. Only civilians do, humans like pretending they stand a chance... Soldiers know exactly what they can't fight... That's why I retired, sir."

There was no shame in her voice, just cold honesty.

After Frostholm battle, she learned her limits.

Deviants, Gabriel, beings that tore through continents… there was no tactic, no weapon, no chain of command that could prepare a human for that.

Even with her biotech enhancements, she knew the truth:

They could rip her apart like paper.

Helena wasn't cowardly, just deeply, brutally pragmatic.

Survival had been carved into her bones long before she ever became President.

Wang Xiao's intense gaze flicked toward her.

Helena corrected herself smoothly, tone still flat:

"—against those weak gods, sir. Against you? No human with a brain thinks they have a chance."

"Mm." Wang Xiao's lips curved. "Didn't know you were this good at licking."

Helena didn't flinch. She just gave a lazy shrug. "Army trains you well. You learn to keep the higher power in a good mood... Survival 101."

He shot her a sideways glance. "Useful talent. You should keep… exercising it."

That one actually hit her pride, her lips tightened just slightly.

"With respect, sir," she said dryly, "I prefer the term strategic diplomacy."

Wang Xiao laughed under his breath. "Call it whatever helps you sleep."

Her ears warmed, annoyance, embarrassment, maybe both, but her face stayed perfectly soldier-calm, the kind of composure only years of discipline could carve.

BANG!

A sudden CRASH blasted through the night.

"Hm?" Wang Xiao glanced up.

The sky didn't crack, it split, clean down the middle like someone dragged a divine blade across the dark clouds. A sheet of vapor peeled apart, vomiting out millions of frozen spikes that glittered under the moonlight like shinning stars.

Looked like the end of the world.

Which meant only one thing.

"…Fiona," he sighed.

Of course.

Only that girl could turn a casual argument into an ice-age-level artillery strike.

The spikes fanned out across the heaven like a frozen meteor shower. Cars on the road below were punched through instantly, blooming into fireballs as shards the size of adult humans slammed into them.

Wang Xiao didn't move.

He simply walked over to the same bench Helena had sat on earlier and dropped himself onto it, facing the opposite direction, as if watching a fireworks show.

"If you don't want to die, you might consider coming here," he said calmly.

Helena blinked once.

Then sprinted like hell.

"Yes, sir!"

The first wave of spikes hit the mountainside like raining steel, frozen spears hammered deep into the earth, trees, stone, everything.

A beautiful horror-show of glacial carnage.

Helena's lips turned pal. From the ground the frozen spears looked small. Up close… they were monsters, each one the size of a grown man.

But the instant they reached the space around the bench…

Shatter!

Every spike dissolved into harmless frost dust, breaking like cheap glass against an invisible barrier.

Not a scratch... Not a breeze.

He didn't even lift a finger.

Helena stared at him, half horrified, half resigned. Every time she saw him do something effortlessly impossible, she questioned her life choices again.

Wang Xiao kept watching the sky, "Why are they fighting?" he asked, voice flat.

Helena's face darkened. "I… sir, I honestly don't know."

She quickly summarized:

Fiona was escorting her to meet Anran.

Anran told them to head up the mountain.

Halfway there, they ran into the Human Empress.

Then Fiona and the Empress immediately started trying to kill each other.

No reason.

No provocation.

No communication.

Just women...

"Provoking for no purpose. She needs a beating," Wang Xiao said blandly. His mouth, however, was smiling like he was watching premium entertainment.

His words and his expression had never agreed on anything in their life.

Helena, still unaware the Human Empress was his daughter, panicked internally.

If those two fought here and he got angry… she wasn't sure even her soul would remain.

The Human Empress was currently seen as humanity's last hope, the alternative to the Eighth Prince.

Even the Vatican's Archangels backed her.

Nations rallied under her empire.

Some idiots even dared dream she was the new future of humanity.

Wang Xiao exhaled in disappointment.

Why couldn't they understand?

She was just his little baby... If he hit her too hard, she cried.

Pretending there were "two great powers" in the world was simply convenient. The illusion made his enemies gather under one banner, a banner controlled by his daughter.

Easy crowd control...

A little farther away, Yin Yue, who was quietly watching from a pocket of parallel space, shuddered.

She could feel the thousand layered schemes swirling behind his smiling face.

Whenever Wang Xiao got silent, smiled, and blinked too quickly… Someone was going to suffer.

She immediately sank deeper into the dark-matter veil, determined not to be seen by anyone tonight.

Too bad… someone clearly wasn't planning to let her escape quietly.

"Yin Yue, come here and hold this."

His voice echoed through the cold like a mist layered with divinity.

The girl stepped out of the dark-matter veil, barefoot in thick snow, not a shiver on her.

Her appearance alone made Helena tense, delicate like a young girl, dangerous like a venomous serpent.

Helena dared not question.

Yin Yue approached and accepted his phone, switching immediately to record mode without him saying a word.

Next minute...

Helena was already lowering herself, to demonstrate her "licking skills"… quite literally.

Her knees touched the frozen ground.

Her breath warmed against his skin.

Her hands moved up his thighs without thought. A brief tremor of guilt and regret passed through her fingers before she crushed it, replacing it with a soldier's touch, firm, confident, unhesitating.

And then her fragrant mouth closed around him.

Controlled, and professional.

Her tongue pressed under the length with steady pressure, tracing him like she was memorizing every vein. Her lips sealed tightly, sliding all the way down until her nose brushed the heat of his abdomen.

She didn't gag.

Veterans learn to control their reflexes.

Her head moved in a smooth rhythm: forward, lips stretching down, throat opening

back, saliva glistening forward again, cheeks hollowing, swallowing the winter silence.

Wang Xiao didn't look down.

One hand rested lazily on her head, thumb stroking her hair out of habit rather than affection.

His eyes stayed on the "battle" above.

"Are you married, Helena?"

Her shoulders twitched.

A single white strand of hair fell loose from her head, making her shiver. It wasn't from age, she had a dyed streak in the front, mixing blue-white shades that framed her face when tucked behind her ear... Quite beautiful.

"Mmm, yes…" she managed between strokes, her voice vibrating around him.

"Strange, you were alone a few years ago."

Pop!

She pulled off him long enough to speak clearly, wiping her lips. "I had a three-year-old son. His father kept him hidden, after retiring, I married him."

"Hm."

The sound rumbled in his chest, it wasn't approval or disapproval, just acknowledgment.

Her thighs pressed together unconsciously.

She stripped out of her coat with stiff fingers, cold night biting her skin. Her nipples hardened immediately, part cold, part situation, brushing against her shirt as she climbed onto his lap.

Her legs straddled him.

Her inner thighs pressed against the heat of his body.

Her hands gripped his shoulders for balance.

She lowered herself slowly.

Her hips rolled forward, testing.

His cock under her was hard, and her breath trembled as it slid against her vagina.

She moved again, this time with more pressure, grinding down his lap, adjusting. Her breasts bounced softly with the motion, pale against the night, brushing his chest in rhythmic strokes.

Her breath grew hotter, fogging between them.

Yin Yue filmed silently.

The phone captured every movement of Helena's hips, the slow grind, the sensual dip of her waist, the subtle shake in her thighs as she pressed harder each time.

Her hands slid down his chest, gripping his coat to steady herself as she rode his lap in deliberate, circular motions, soldier's precision turned into erotic discipline.

Her breath quivered every time her nipples brushed against him.

Once he decided the footage was clear enough, he plucked the phone out of Yin Yue's hand.

Both women blinked, confused.

Neither of them knew...