100 Days to Seduce the Devil

Chapter 670 Mine! Not His

Day Seventy-Three…

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A heavy silence hung in the air as one member of the Sawada Clan revealed a shocking truth to them. As the truth sank in, a wave of disbelief washed over the room, evident in the wide-eyed stares and open mouths of those present. Phoenix, Alexander, and his loyal subordinates found it hard to believe this.

"Lady Jane is the eldest daughter while Miss Abigail is the youngest daughter," the guy who was under the influence of the truth serum continued to speak.

"Phantomflake is Mr. Hiroshi's daughter," Phoenix repeated, the words carrying an almost surreal weight. His voice trembled with a mix of awe and realization.

"I told you! You never listen to me!" Speed chimed in, giving Phoenix a ridiculing look.

On the other hand, Alexander could only clench his fists. It seemed that he chased the wrong person. Jane was the eldest daughter of Mr. Hiroshi. She would likely become the next leader of the Sawada Clan. Unlike Abigail, Jane had the capability to lead the Sawada Clan.

"Oh my Gosh! What a turn of events!" Spade blurted out. Even Jack and Spade knew the implication of Phantomflake becoming the next leader of the Sawada Clan. Sawada Clan would become more formidable opponents, especially now that they joined forces with the Syphiruz Mafia. It would alter the dynamics of the situation along with the course of their next action.

"How are we going to defeat and destroy the Syphiruz Mafia if a powerful clan like Sawada is their ally?" Spade expressed his concern.

"We must inform Vincent about this," Alexander mumbled, a deep crease forming on his forehead.

"I'll call him. You can continue to ask him for him to divulge crucial information about their organization." Phoenix turned to Jack, giving him the task of digging for more information about the Sawada Clan.

Phoenix dragged Speed with him, leaving the Red Dragon's Hideout. Alexander took over the interrogation.

"Who are the important figures in the Sawada Clan? What are their weaknesses?" Alexander resumed the questioning.

"Mr. Kazuki, Lady Hanabi, and the troublemaker, Mr. Tatsumi."

Alexander's expression changed at the mention of Hanabi's name. He could still remember what Hanabi did to him in the hospital. She treated him like a prisoner. 'I have some scores to settle with this woman.'

"Boss Tatsumi's weakness is beautiful women. He doesn't hurt women. As for Mr. Kazuki, his weakness is his son. He cares so much about Boss Tatsumi. As for Lady Hanabi…" The guy paused for a moment, trying to rethink what Hanabi's weaknesses were.

But after a moment of silence, the guy shook his head and replied, "I can't think of any weaknesses of Lady Hanabi. She is the strongest fighter in our clan. She can't feel pain. She's also a cold-hearted person, devoid of any emotions. No one among us will dare to offend her, except Boss Tatsumi." 

Alexander fell silent for a moment. Was it really possible that Hanabi couldn't feel pain? She was not a superhuman after all. But the way he described Hanabi felt a little bit strange. 

'Is there something wrong with her? I guess she's not normal.' He thought to himself. Subconsciously, Alexander's interest was piqued by Hanabi.

"My lord, I think we should ask him about their major operations in Country J." Jack approached Alexander, tapping his back. Jack's gesture snapped Alexander out of his deep thought.

"Okay. I'll leave the questioning to you. I have to go and meet the leader of the King Stallion. We must discuss the next steps of our plan." After saying that, Alexander decided to leave the hideout and follow Phoenix and Speed. He must talk to Vincent personally.

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[ At Vincent's Villa… ]

In the bathroom, warm steam billowed from the shower, creating a hazy atmosphere. The sound of running water splashed against the tiles, enveloping the room in a soothing cascade of sound.

Vincent stood beneath the invigorating spray of water, his silhouette partially obscured by the frosted glass of the shower enclosure. The sensation of the hot water washing over him was calming and rejuvenating.

It did not take long when he heard the bathroom door swing open. He turned to the entrance only to see Monica's naked body. She smiled at him seductively as she walked closer to him. She joined him under the shower, her hands exploring and caressing his naked body.

Monica missed having kinky sex with Vincent. In recent times, he had been preoccupied with various responsibilities, leaving her longing for the attention and connection she craved the most.

On this particular day, as they stood together under the shower, her desire reached a point of irresistible urgency. She couldn't suppress her longing any longer. 

With a bold move, Monica's hand extended around Vincent's waist, finding its way to the front, where she boldly seized his erection. The contact elicited a soft, involuntary moan from Vincent as he allowed Monica to explore the depths of his cock.

"I miss your cock, babe. Fuck me hard today, please. Can you?" Monica whispered in Vincent's ear, her voice laced with a sensual plea. 

Her tongue tantalizingly danced around his earlobe, leaving a trail of fiery desire in its wake. Monica's body pressed sensually against Vincent's back, her supple breasts and soft belly molding to the contours of his body.

Vincent turned around and gently pushed her on the glass wall of the bathroom. He made her face the glass wall as he parted her legs. He smacked her ass twice, making Monica moan and gasp in both pain and pleasure.

She could feel her pussy getting wet from this kind of stimulation. She loved it when Vincent was acting dominance during their foreplay.

Slap!

Her breasts bounced as she jolted from that ass-slap. "Ooh~ I love it, Babe. Fuck me hard. My cunt is dying to feel you inside me."

Soon, Vincent positioned his big dick at her entrance. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head down as he swiftly penetrated her with his hard cock.

"Aahhhh~" Monica moaned loudly. She wasn't prepared for that sudden intrusion of his big cock inside her pussy.

Vincent unleashed his pent-up desire, his movements growing more fervent and relentless. With every powerful thrust, he delved deep into Monica, setting a breakneck pace that left her breathless and utterly satisfied. Her moans filled the room as the pleasure intensified, and Monica reveled in Vincent's newfound assertiveness.

However, Monica was blissfully unaware of the hidden conflict within Vincent. With every exhilarating thrust, he couldn't escape the vivid image of Jane's captivating face, etched in his mind. Jane's beauty and allure, coupled with the guilt of his secret fantasies, heightened his arousal, creating an inner turmoil that he struggled to conceal.

Vincent kept pounding and pistoning Monica from behind, however, his mind was filled with his fantasies about Jane. He imagined himself penetrating Jane as she kept moaning his name, her sweet scent intoxicating him.

Vincent closed his eyes, his hips kept moving back and forth as he thrust hard. At that certain moment, he made up his mind. He wouldn't let Nathan be happy with Jane. He would steal her away from her. 

'I want you, Jane. I want you. You should be mine. Not his!'