My Soul card is a Reaper-Chapter 759: The world of Irth (part-25)

Azzy allowed her to lead him a few steps away from the others. Then, in an instant, he moved.

A swift chop to the side of her neck—silent and precise.

Rina's eyes widened in shock before her body went limp, collapsing into his arms. Azzy caught her gently and placed her on the floor, ensuring she wouldn't get hurt before turning his focus back to Leiza.

She was struggling as Zack was carrying her toward the stairs, his intentions clear.

Azzy narrowed his eyes. He shrank his body instantly, turning into the size of a mosquito, and flew after them unnoticed.

By the time Zack shoved open a bedroom door and threw Leiza onto the bed, Azzy had already landed inside.

Zack, panting slightly, smirked as he reached for her dress.

That was the final cue Azzy needed to act.

In an instant, Azzy appeared behind him, his full size returning as he materialized from thin air.

Zack froze, feeling the air shift. He turned around, his eyes widening in horror as he met Azzy's cold, emotionless gaze.

"You… How—?"

Zack threw a punch in desperation.

Azzy didn't flinch.

He simply raised his hand and delivered a single, powerful slap across Zack's face.

The impact sent Zack flying across the room, crashing into the wall with a loud thud. He groaned, sliding to the floor, dazed and injured.

Azzy ignored him. He walked over to Leiza, who lay on the bed, giggling softly in her dazed state.

He lifted her gently into his arms.

Leiza snuggled into him, murmuring incoherent words as he carried her out of the room, leaving Zack groaning on the floor.

As Azzy walked through the dimly lit hallways, Leiza clung to him, her body warm against his.

She giggled, running her fingers over his chest as she slurred, "You're so… strong…"

Azzy ignored her, focusing on getting her safely to her room.

"I just wanna—" she hiccupped, "tear that stupid shirt off you and caress your abs…"

Azzy's lips twitched in amusement, but he remained silent.

Leiza lazily opened her eyes, staring up at him. "You know… I've never met a boy like you. So big… so strong… so caring… so talented… and still… still so handsome."

Azzy sighed. She was completely out of it.

She kept mumbling, her fingers gripping his shirt. "Why do you even wait for that girl who doesn't want you? You can get any girl you want…"

Azzy glanced down at her. He had no idea where this was coming from, but she wasn't done.

"Girls love bad boys," she continued, "but only if they don't have a shitty personality. And you're… you're just perfect. Strong, handsome, and…" She trailed off before laughing softly, resting her head against his chest.

Azzy remained quiet as he finally reached her room and carefully placed her on the bed. He pulled the blanket over her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

As he turned to leave, she suddenly stirred.

"It's… so hot…" Leiza mumbled, her fingers fumbling at the straps of her dress.

Azzy froze. His eyes darted to her face, but her gaze was unfocused, her body still under the influence of the drug.

He knew this wasn't truly her—it was the substance controlling her actions.

Still, his body reacted. He was human, after all.

Leiza's dress slipped slightly, revealing more of her smooth, bare skin.

Azzy clenched his fists and turned away, forcing himself to leave. freewebnoveℓ.com

But before he could take a step, she suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Her grip was weak but desperate.

Before he could react, she pulled his arm, hugging it tightly against her chest. "Stay with me. This is an order… order… stay…"

Azzy inhaled sharply as he felt the softness of her bare skin pressing against him. A wave of heat surged through his body, the natural instinct of lust awakening despite his best efforts to suppress it.

His mind screamed at him to move.

Instead, he shut his eyes tightly.

He forced himself into meditation, activating his mental discipline to block out his body's urges.

His heartbeat slowed.

His breathing steadied.

The fire of desire inside him began to cool.

After a few moments, he carefully pried Leiza's arms off of him and tucked her under the blanket.

Without another glance, he left the room, closing the door behind him.

Outside, he exhaled.

This night was dangerous—for more reasons than one.

*

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Leiza groggily opened her eyes, feeling warmth against her body.

As her senses awakened, she realized something—her arms were wrapped around something firm.

Her fingers twitched, feeling hard muscle beneath her grasp.

Then, she noticed it—Azzy's hand was caught between her breasts.

Her eyes widened in horror.

Azzy was on the floor beside the bed, seemingly asleep, but his arm was still trapped in her embrace.

Leiza's entire face turned red. "What the hell happened?!"

Carefully, she freed his arm and quickly pulled the sheets over herself.

As soon as she let go, Azzy's eyes flickered open. He calmly sat up and rolled his shoulder, massaging his arm.

"Finally," he muttered. "You wouldn't let go all night."

Leiza's embarrassment turned to shock. "W-What?!"

Azzy looked at her with his usual composed expression. "Good morning."

Leiza yanked the sheets tighter around her body. "Don't 'good morning' me! What the hell happened last night?" she demanded.

She tried to recall the events, but her memory was a haze of heat, dizziness, and… Azzy carrying her?

"How did we end up like this? And why did everyone act like they were drunk?!" she questioned. Then, as more fragments of memory returned, her expression darkened. "Wait… Zack. That bastard! He—"

Azzy sighed and leaned against the bed. "Yeah. Zack drugged the seaweed soup with ecstasy. Everyone lost control except me."

Leiza clenched her fists, fury burning in her eyes. She finally remembered Zack dragging her somewhere… trying to—

"Where is that bastard?!" she growled.

Azzy stretched his arm and responded casually, "Tied up on the balcony."

Leiza blinked. "What?"

Azzy gestured towards the sliding glass door. "I knocked him out and restrained him. He's been there since last night. Probably frozen or dehydrated? I don't know his current status."

Leiza threw off the blanket, still wrapped in the sheet, and stormed toward the balcony. Her rage was just beginning.