Chapter 71: I don’t want anything

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Chapter 71 of "Return of the Youngest Son with SSS-Rank Talent" introduces new challenges: Chapter 71: I don’t want anything When she saw Kael enter the room, Liyana felt something... Keep following!

Chapter 71: I don’t want anything When she saw Kael enter the room, Liyana felt something inside her tighten. He was wearing a white suit with black accents. The tight-fitting fabric accentuated the line of his shoulders and the length of his black hair, which fell like a dark waterfall to his waist. He wasn’t handsome. He didn’t have fine features or striking features. But that made it even worse. His ordinary, expressionless face was like a mask without cracks. There was no beauty in it. Only absolute neutrality... impossible to read. Like an abyss. Liyana, sitting cross-legged, kept a serene expression. But inside, her heart was pounding in her chest like a war drum. She had imagined it many times. That moment. That distance. Him. So close. So tangible. She held back the urge to stand up, to throw herself against his chest, hardened by training. To cling to him like a desperate lover and beg him to make her his. Not for love. Not for desire. Out of obsession. Out of control. I want to have a child with this man... She thought, as instinct drove her forward with almost animal force. A child of his would be perfect. Cold. Strong. Relentless. It would be the culmination of my lineage... and the beginning of my true one. Kael advanced with silent steps. His gaze passed over her without stopping. To him, she was nothing more than part of the furniture. Liyana was not offended. That disdain excited her. The humiliation, the contempt... made her want him more. A smile, almost imperceptible, appeared on her lips. Then Kael’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts like a knife cutting through silk. "What did you need me for?" His tone was uninterested. He sounded as if he were speaking to a tool, a servant... or a pest. Liyana shuddered, her expression unchanged. I’m going to make him mine. She thought. Not with affection. Not with promises. I’ll chain him... with desire, I’ll make him want me so much that he can’t live without me. And she smiled, more intensely this time. "The reason I called you is to give you my full support in the succession battle," she said with a small smile. Kael didn’t respond right away. He remained silent, analyzing what he had just heard. From the beginning, he had no intention of becoming the head of the Medici Clan, but he could benefit from this. He wasn’t going to turn it down. However, he knew there was no such thing as a free lunch, either in this world or on Earth. "What do you want from me in exchange for your support?" He asked, crossing his legs. His voice remained cold, but in his mind, he already had an idea of what she might ask for. "I don’t want anything." Kael’s eyes narrowed dangerously, but Liyana continued speaking with a smile. "I just want you to do me one favor." She paused as she looked into the seventh young master’s black eyes. "But I’ll ask you for that favor later. How does that sound?" Kael didn’t respond right away. He remained thoughtful for a moment, but finally concluded. "No, I don’t accept." "Eh?" A look of confusion appeared on Liyana’s beautiful face. With such favorable conditions, any of the young masters and ladies would have accepted without hesitation, but she had just been rejected. However, she quickly understood why. She realized that she had been too careless: not asking for anything was too suspicious if she had no ulterior motives. Liyana sighed inwardly, modifying her words. She wanted to get closer to Kael so she could have him by her side. "It seems you didn’t understand me. The favor I was going to ask you was not to kill my daughter." Kael found this more reasonable, but decided not to accept the help right away. Getting up from his chair, he said, "I’ll think about it. I’ll give you an answer in two days." With that, he left the room, leaving Liyana alone with her visibly nervous servant. After Kael’s departure, Liyana slowly sank into the black velvet armchair, as if her whole body had lost its rigidity. Her parted lips exhaled a long, moist sigh. The blush on her cheeks was not one of embarrassment. It was hunger. His lingering scent still hung in the air. His essence, his relentless presence. Her thighs pressed together without her noticing. Her body temperature rose, as if her blood responded only to that man. What she wanted to ask him was never to save her daughter. No. That was the veil. The real favor... was much deeper. More intimate. More dirty. What she longed for was to carry his child in her womb. A child born of flesh, sweat, and shared breath. Not by mystical means. But in the old, brutal, human way. To unite their bodies in a single night of wild surrender, without words, without promises, without love... only need. But she knew he would reject her. Kael was not like other men. If she asked him, he would simply ignore her. As if she had never spoken. As if she did not exist. That’s why she kept quiet. Because patience was the weapon of the weak when they couldn’t use force. And she was willing to wait. Wait for the right moment. Wait until he lets his guard down. Until she could break him, even if only for a second. Until that moment belonged to her forever. "Serve it," she whispered, her voice still trembling. "Black wine." The servant obeyed without looking up. He couldn’t look her in the eyes. He mustn’t. Liyana raised the glass to her lips. She drank. The bitter liquid burned her throat, but she didn’t care. Because inside her, a thought was taking root. No matter how long it takes... Kael, you will be mine. And from our union... something will be born that the world is not yet ready to see. ... A few moments later, Kael returned to his room and sat down at his desk to think calmly. But just then... An uncontrollable spasm shook his jaw, opening his mouth against his will, and black, slimy tentacles sprouted from his throat. They crawled across his skin, cold and pulsating, as his vision tore apart. Suddenly, his vision collapsed. The clouds twisted before fading into darkness. There was no trace of the sun, or the moon, or even the stars. And then he returned once again to the strange place. The thick river of blood flowed beneath his feet. The tentacles moved on their own, entangling themselves around his legs.

Chapter 71: I don’t want anything

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