My Cuckhold System - Chapter 239: Wrong Job
He stumbled slightly, trying to phase again but the moment he dissolved, the poison followed through the smoke.
When he reformed, it got worse.
“…What… is… this…?” his voice cracked as he dropped to one knee.
His skin began to itch causing him to scratch his arms violently.
“…You…” his throat tightened.
“You turned yourself into smoke,” West stepped forward. “…I just made sure that smoke wasn’t safe anymore.”
The man’s eyes widened as realization hit. “…Poison…?”
The man collapsed further, choking, clawing at his own skin as if trying to tear something out from within.
His breathing became hurried as his body refused to stabilize.
“…You… can’t… do this…”
West tilted his head slightly. “I already did.”
The Guardian Blade appeared in his hand as he charged forward after pulling it straight from his inventory smoothly.
The man tried to phase but it was too late. The poison had already disrupted his control.
West’s blade swung forward as he arrived before the hired hand at very astonishing speed.
SHHK~
The head separated from the body instantly, causing blood to splurge onto the walls and the ground.
The body slumped headless, still twitching and soon silence returned to the alley.
West stood there for a moment, looking down at the corpse.
“…Name for hire, huh.”
He bent down, grabbing the severed head by the hair as blood dripped steadily onto the ground.
“…Wrong job.”
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~ Thirty Minutes Later ~
Viktor’s base was still the same as before. The smell of money and smoke filled the air while the surroundings were lined up with the same figures from the last time… except for the ones West killed.
The moment West walked through the entrance again, everything stopped.
Eyes turned towards him in recognition and when they saw what he was holding, panic spread instantly.
One of the men stumbled backward. “…No way…”
Another whispered. “That’s—”
West walked straight through the main hall without being interrupted by anyone till he arrived at the entrance of the space where the boss was situated.
BANG!
He kicked the door open causing the sound to echo violently.
Viktor froze mid-conversation, the moment West stepped in.
The cigar slipped slightly from his lips while his eyes locked onto West… and slowly drifted down towards the head in his grasp.
His face drained of color. “…No…”
West walked in, taking each step very slowly and calmly till he arrived before Viktor.
He proceeded to drop the head onto the desk and it rolled slightly, stopping before Viktor.
The eyes were still wide open and the horrific look on the hired hand face before he died remained frozen in time forever.
“…That’s…” Viktor’s hands trembled. “…that’s him…”
He of course recognised the awakened under his payroll… the man who never failed to get rid of anyone he wanted…
The man who was supposed to kill West was now dead with his head delivered like a package.
Viktor’s bladder gave out causing warmth to spread down his legs.
He didn’t even realize he had soiled himself.
“…Please… don’t kill me…” he begged.
West leaned forward slightly, resting one hand on the desk.
“Next time you want to try something like this…” his voice dropped into cold tone. “…remember who you’re dealing with.”
Tears formed in his eyes as Viktor nodded rapidly.
“Yes—yes—of course—”
West’s gaze sharpened. “I’m not some random awakened you can get rid of.”
“I’m the boss of the Shadow Reapers.”
A heavy silence filled the room accompanied by a powerful pressure that caused Viktor to swallow hard.
“…I understand…”
West straightened. “…Good.”
He turned slightly to leave but suddenly stopped. “One more thing.”
Viktor flinched. “Yes—?”
West glanced back. “The percentage.”
Viktor lost his ability to breathe for a moment. “…What about it?”
West smiled faintly. “t’s going up.”
Viktor’s lips trembled. “…How much…?”
West didn’t hesitate. “Double.”
“I was generous enough to let you have 60% to yourself while I took only 40 but now… you’re only going to get 20%.”
West paused briefly with a cold look as he allowed tension build up before adding. “Any protest and you end up like the head on your desk…”
The room went quiet… not a pin drop could be heard even from the workers around.
Viktor’s mind raced but he didn’t argue.
“…Yes…”
“…Yes, of course…”
West nodded once before turning and walking out like he owned the place… because now, he practically did.
Behind him, Viktor collapsed into his chair, shaking uncontrollably, staring at the head on his desk like it might come back to life.
“…Monster…”
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The city had quieted into that strange evening rhythm across as distant traffic echoed far and wide across the surroundings.
For Nina, tonight felt suffocating… she stood beneath a streetlamp in a quiet corner not far from her apartment block with her arms folded tightly across her chest and her eyes fixed on the man in front of her.
Cross looked worn emotionally… like someone who had been stretched thin for too long.
“…Nina, please,” his voice broke at the edges. “Don’t do this.”
Nina exhaled slowly, fighting the frustration threatening to explode beneath the surface.
“I’ve already done it, Cross,” she responded with a firm tone. “I told you—I don’t feel the same anymore.”
He shook his head immediately while stepping closer.
“No. No, that’s not—people don’t just wake up and stop loving someone.”
“I didn’t wake up like this,” she shot back. “It’s been building for a while.”
Cross paced the surroundings frantically like he was trying to outrun the reality of her words.
“…Is it because of him?”
Nina’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t start that again.”
“West,” Cross voice tightened. “It’s always West. You’re always with him. Training with him. Talking about him. Following him around like—”
“Careful,” Nina cut in sharply.
Cross’s shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
Nina looked away with an expression of annoyance.
“You always have a problem with it,” she said quietly. “Every single time I spend time with my gang leader, you act like I’m doing something wrong.”
