"...." Ytrisia didn't understand what he meant—she just stared calmly until she noticed his eyes glued to her chest.
On reflex, she folded her arms, but all it did was squeeze her perky, latex-covered breasts together, making them pop like a goddamn invitation.
She wasn't trying to be a tease, but the way her curves strained against that tight, shiny fabric... he was practically eye-fucking her.
"I don't get what you're planning. Why are you even targeting the Villain Syndicate? That's not your problem."
Cruxius's eyes lingered—naturally, on the things that might slightly lift his mood or turn him on, considering he was planning to have some fun tonight.
Of course, not with Ytrisia or anyone forcefully. He was, after all, a man who knew how to create opportunities in a woman's heart—and his target was someone else...
