Beast, Blue Blood - Chapter 46 - Slight R19

Chapter 46

Hisha naturally removed Eugene’s pants and threw them to the floor, then lifted her t-shirt. Admiring her body illuminated by the sunlight, he whispered.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Then, he emphasized seriously.

“Objectively, too.”

Eugene, lying with her hair disheveled, stretched like a cat, raising her arms. The sight of her curvaceous body was so breathtaking that Hisha felt dizzy. In the meantime, Eugene asked in a languid voice.

“Do you like beautiful things?”

“Of course.”

“What if I weren’t beautiful?”

“Do you even need to ask?”

Hisha responded as if incredulous, then spoke with utmost seriousness.

“Regardless of objectivity, my subjective opinion is that you are beautiful.”

Eugene, seemingly satisfied with his answer, smiled languidly. Hisha asked.

“So, you do know you’re beautiful?”

“I know.”

Eugene replied casually, then added.

“How could I not? Your eyes are always saying so.”

Eugene’s eyes, sparkling with laughter, couldn’t be adequately described with clichés like ‘stars in her eyes.’ A more fitting description would be the radiance of a supernova.

Hisha, as if spellbound, spoke.

“Turn over.”

Following his words, Eugene turned over, her silky hair sweeping to one side.

“You’re so…”

Admiration followed his lips down her back.

“Beautiful…”

* * *

In a luxurious hotel room reminiscent of the Russian imperial palace during the Tsarist era, a man in a black suit entered. As he walked further in, he saw Sergei sitting on a sofa.

The man approached Sergei and whispered something in his ear. Sergei turned with a puzzled expression.

“Hisha Ivanov?”

The man nodded.

“Yes. He was at the party. He’s the son of Ivan Ivanov, the head of the Ivanov clan.”

Sergei still looked perplexed.

“Did he have a son?”

“It appears so.”

“What do you mean, ‘appears so’?”

The man whispered again. Listening for a moment, Sergei twisted his lips into a crooked smile.

“I see. A mixed-blood.”

* * *

Eugene stood in front of the full-length mirror in the hotel room, gazing at her reflection. There seemed to be a dazzling light in her eyes.

On the ring finger of her left hand was a wedding ring.

It was a plain band with a small diamond, a common design in terms of appearance, but it was strangely more precious to her than any other accessory. Perhaps because it held ‘meaning’ that no ordinary jewel she could buy could possess.

At that moment, the AI spoke.

[Sergei Aleushin has arrived.]

Eugene, as if waking from a dream, glanced at the hotel door and let out a slight sigh. She removed the ring and placed it in the jewelry box on the table before speaking.

“Let him in.”

Soon, Sergei entered, accompanied by a bodyguard.

“What brings you here?”

Eugene asked as she sat on the sofa. Sergei, without a word, threw a stack of photos onto the table. The photos slid off the table and scattered onto the floor. Eugene’s eyes followed them down.

They were pictures of her and Hisha, taken from when he first started working at the Fuger-Dulloch estate. There were even blurry photos of them being intimate at the hotel yesterday, likely taken from a great distance to avoid detection by Hisha.

“You seem to be having fun with the Ivanov kid.”

Sergei said, curling his lips into a sneer.

“Is this why I was told not to try?”

Eugene looked at Sergei impassively.

“Hisha Ivanov is a hybrid of human and Luax.”

Given that Hisha’s identity had been fully revealed through these photos, it was better to tell the truth. Besides, Eugene had always known that unless she cut ties with Hisha, his identity would eventually come to light.

“Are you trying to collect samples with your own body, Eugene Fuger-Dulloch?”

Sergei used a skeptical tone as if he wouldn’t believe anything Eugene said. However, she replied with a blank expression.

“I need to develop the virus.”

Then she took a long breath and adjusted her posture slightly.

“Where should I start? The reason a hybrid sample is necessary for virus development, the legal reasons why a surrogate can’t be used, anything you want to know.”

She smiled faintly.

“And let me add that there was no reason to refuse a young, handsome, and strong man.”

“…”

Sergei remained silent for a moment, seemingly deep in thought. Then he spoke.

“Sometimes, I doubt your intentions.”

He looked Eugene up and down.

“You always seem to be standing one step away, looking at everyone with eyes full of contempt. It was hard to believe you were developing the virus for us.”

Although Sergei had always instinctively felt a sense of incongruity, he had to trust Eugene because she bore the name of the long-time partner, Fuger-Dulloch.

“Who do you think I’m doing this for?”

Eugene asked impassively. Sergei remained silent again. In the meantime, a thought occurred to Eugene, and she asked.

“But who is ‘us’? You haven’t formed some group of immortality seekers like a brotherhood, have you? Please avoid such conspicuous actions. Especially now that MCTC investigators are coming and going.”

Although it was likely a CIA solo operation and MCTC seemed unaware of the operation, Eugene wasn’t surprised by the lack of inter-agency communication. The fact that MCTC hadn’t caught on to Hisha and Ha-yeon’s spy games made her feel a mix of pity and a sense that MCTC was past its prime.

Nonetheless, Eugene said to Sergei.

“And what you will get is just your share and your father’s, as promised.”

Even though Maksimov was dead, he still paid for both shares.

“Yes, that was the deal.”

Sergei answered surprisingly obediently. Then, he pulled out a gun and pointed it at Eugene.

“ISLE is a government dog. How can I be sure you haven’t already switched sides, sleeping with their golden boy?”

Eugene’s eyes flickered slightly at the sight of the gun.

“So, you’ve learned a thing or two from hanging out with the mafia.”

Sergei shrugged, unfazed by her comment.

“I pick things up quickly.”

Eugene wondered why her bodyguards hadn’t arrived yet, but Sergei’s actions suggested they were likely being held off outside. She sighed and leaned back comfortably against the sofa.

“Sergei, I’m sorry, but I don’t need to prove anything to you. You came to my store and bought goods. The shopkeeper doesn’t need to show the real estate contract to sell goods to a customer, right?”

She extended her hand as if to say, ‘Right?’

“The goods will be delivered to your home on the agreed date. If you’ve changed your mind, I’ll refund you….”

Her calm demeanor suddenly turned harsh.

“Get out of my store immediately.”

Sergei chuckled and stood up.

“You’re right. But there’s more between us than a simple transaction.”

He then called out.

“Kendrick.”

His bodyguard grabbed Eugene’s arm and lifted her. Unable to match his strength, she was pulled up as Sergei approached and spoke to her up close, his breath almost touching her face.

“Leave us, Kendrick.”

The bodyguard bowed slightly and left.

“I have a different view on marriage.”

Sergei said, standing close enough for her to feel his breath.

“Both of us had to live under the shadow of our philanderer fathers. I want a happy marriage. Even though I have an illegitimate child, it was before I got married, so please understand. From now on, I intend to be faithful to my wife.”

He spoke gently, pushing Eugene’s hair back over her shoulder.

“And I want my wife to do the same.”

“Sergei, I’m sorry, but you’re a bit too old for my taste.”

Eugene said, genuinely apologetic, enough to hurt most men’s pride.

However, Sergei, seemingly unaffected by her words, cupped her face with a large hand that looked capable of snapping her neck. He softly asked, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

“Did that wimp satisfy you?”

Eugene chuckled wryly.

“He was incredible.”

Sergei also chuckled slightly.

“Isn’t it unfair? Not giving me a chance at all.”

As Eugene tried to respond, Sergei roughly grabbed her hair and kissed her. Eugene reflexively tried to pull away, but the cold muzzle of the gun pressed firmly against the back of her ear.

Sergei yanked Eugene’s hair to the side, throwing her onto the sofa and climbing on top of her. The searing pain in her scalp was secondary to the panic and fury she felt, thrashing her limbs in a desperate attempt to free herself. But Sergei pinned her down with an iron grip, making it impossible for her to breathe or move.

Eugene continued to struggle, but when Sergei grabbed the collar of her shirt and growled near her neck, she knew she had no chance against him.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Sergei smiled coldly.

“Opportunities are made, not given.”

“You’re insane. Get off me….”

Sergei silenced her by pressing his lips to hers. With her mouth blocked, Eugene flailed her arms and legs, but it was futile against a man who trained like a professional fighter. If Hisha’s firmness was like flexible high-tech material, Sergei was like heavy, oppressive steel.

Finally, Eugene stopped resisting and went limp, as if surrendering.

“Fine. But don’t kiss me. It makes me want to puke.”

She knew he was doing this because he understood she wouldn’t officially accuse him. For a woman in business, being r*ped carried a stigma that was as indelible as a scarlet letter, and with the perpetrator being her fiancé, it wouldn’t even be a problem in their world.

“You’re not cute at all.”

Sergei remarked, his hand slipping into her pants. Eugene looked at him with detached eyes, as if this was happening to someone else.

“Why are you doing this to someone who’s not even cute?”

“That’s exactly why you’re attractive.”

Sergei replied. Their faces were so close their breaths mingled. He looked into Eugene’s eyes.

“You’re not getting w*t.”

Eugene scoffed.

“Why would I?”

“You’re only making it harder for yourself.”

Sergei attempted to kiss her again, but Eugene turned her head to avoid it. Unfazed, Sergei blew air into her ear. Finding it difficult to manage with one hand, he reached over and placed the gun on the side table next to the sofa.

He whispered.

“If you have my child, I’ll be at ease. It’s more reassuring than any property contract.”