Chapter 42: Meeting Layla

Morales smiled, a dark, dangerous spark flickering in his eyes. His hands dropped from her breast and neck to seize her waist, jerking her hips upward as he drove his cock relentlessly into her tight, unyielding depth.

The sharp sound of his groin slapping against her ass cheeks echoed rapidly through the sterile room, turning her skin a flushed red.

Tears of intense pleasure dripped slowly down her cheeks, mixed with saliva trickling down her jaw as she buckled under the force of his rhythm.

Every heavy thrust pushed her further to the brink, his dick slamming against her internal walls with relentless power, driving her straight into a sensory overload.

Only when he felt her entire frame shudder violently, her inner walls contracting around him in a tight, helpless climax did he finally let himself go.

With a low, dark growl, Morales pushed deep inside her one last time, unleashing his heavy heat deep within her core as her body trembled through the violent aftermath of her release.

Morales pulled out, leaving her slick and exposed, and released his grip on her waist. With her legs completely boneless, Emma collapsed forward, sliding down the cold wall until she hit the floor in a heap.

Her own fluids and his warm cum dripped down the inside of her thighs onto the sterile tiles and her underwear and skirt.

Morales adjusted his black trousers with cold precision, not sparing her a single sympathetic glance as he looked down at her shivering, weeping form.

"Listen to me very carefully," Morales said coldly, fixing his collar. "You think because this happened, you mean something to me? You are nothing. You won’t be my lover, and you won’t earn a single shred of my respect until you prove you’re actually worth keeping around."

Without waiting for a response, Morales turned on his heel and walked out of the infirmary, leaving Emma weeping and exposed on the floor behind him.

The moment the heavy door sealed shut behind him, a golden system notification flashed directly across his vision.

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]

Disvirgined a High-Tier Elite Heiress (Emma Bentley).

Reward Deposited: +$500,000,000 USD.

Current Account Balance: $100,610,000,000 USD.

Morales stared at the glowing numbers, letting out a faint scoff. ’Even among these corrupt billionaires, there are still tiers. Emma’s family standing is clearly on the lower end of the spectrum.’

With a net worth now surging past one hundred billion dollars, his absolute financial dominance was solidifying.

He walked down the medical wing corridor, grimacing slightly from the pain of his lingering injuries, but he quickly forced his posture straight and toned down his expression, maintaining his cold, flawlessly handsome demeanor.

His destination was the Imperial sector of Aurelius Academy, the exclusive domain reserved for the absolute top tier of wealth and power. Lacking a personal vehicle on this side of the grounds, Morales made the journey on foot, his sharp gaze cutting through the quiet evening air.

As he walked, he pulled out his terminal and sent a brief text to someone who had been quietly tracking his every move. Layla.

Within seconds, her reply flashed back: [Okay. On my way.]

A few minutes after reaching the rendezvous point near the Imperial boundary, a sleek, deep-blue sports car pulled up to the curb.

The door swung open, and Layla stepped out, revealing a stunning, smoking-hot figure that commanded attention. The imperial uniform was different from the normal white and black uniform.

They wore blue uniforms with white sleeves beneath the shirt, and a white jacket around thier arms, some that like the heat wear it, and that same uniform was what Layla was wearing with a long black sock that reached her knee, well on school days everyone wear uniforms.

Morales watched her approach. Under normal circumstances, he might have taken her right then and there, but Layla was different, he had zero patience for women who only moved when backed into a corner to protect their own secrets.

Still, Layla was an asset he could wield at will. Her corruption index was already nearing 90%.

Combined with his devastating looks and the passive charm mechanics of his system, any woman who locked eyes with him for too long was inevitably dragged into his orbit.

Layla stepped toward him with a subtle smile that she quickly tried to suppress. "So, you only remember I exist when you need something?" she remarked, resting a hand on her hip.

"I’ve always known you existed," Morales replied smoothly, his eyes narrowing. "Ever since you kept eyeing me every single time we crossed paths."

A faint blush crept onto her cheeks, but she quickly composed herself. "Well... you’re actually right. What do you want, Morales?"

"I need your assistance with something."

Layla paused, her eyes searching his face. "I remember you still have that leverage video on me..."

Morales looked straight into her eyes, his tone deadpan. "I don’t have that video, Layla. I lied to force you to delete those original clips."

Layla froze. The color drained from her face as realization set in. "So... you used me?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly as tears welled in her eyes, though she refused to let them fall. "Like everyone else uses me? I’m not doing anything for you, Morales."

She turned sharply to leave, but Morales reached out, his grip closing tightly around her wrist.

"Me telling you the truth means I’m not trying to use you," Morales said, his voice dropping into a low, commanding tone. "I’m telling you because I actually want your help."

Layla forcefully yanked her arm back, scoffing bitterly. "Your help? If I help you now, won’t you just forget I exist all over again? Isn’t that how this works? Morales, I actually like you!

Can’t you see that, or do you have some kind of disorder that keeps you from seeing it?! I’m not doing this anymore, and no, I won’t help you. Thanks for telling me you never had the video."

She spun on her heel to walk toward her car, but Morales moved with terrifying speed.

"You aren’t going anywhere," he growled coldly.

He pulled her body flush against his. One hand clamped firmly over her waist, while his other hand cupped her jaw, tilting her face up. In his vision, her corruption meter spiked instantly, hitting a full 100%.

Without a word, Morales leaned down and kissed her fiercely, devouring her lips with an aggressive, hungry intensity that left no room for resistance. Layla melted almost instantly, her remaining hesitation dissolving under the overwhelming wave of attraction.

When he finally pulled back, Layla was breathing heavily, her eyes wide and dazed.

"Now do you see that I care about how you feel?"

Morales asked, his voice dark and smooth.

Layla nodded with a breathless smile, immediately reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him down into another deep, passionate kiss. When she finally broke away to catch her air, Morales looked down at her.

"You know I don’t belong to just one woman, right?" he stated plainly.

Layla nodded her head without a moment’s hesitation. "I know."

"Good," Morales smirked. "Now... can I seek your help as my woman?"

Layla beamed widely, her eyes glowing with absolute devotion as she nodded. "Yes. Anything you need."

’Girls!’ He beamed in his mind.