Chapter 118.Each one satisfied-5

Mylo felt the sudden, undeniable weight of the situation drop squarely onto his shoulders.

The Sin of [Pleasure], which had been simmering quietly in the background all evening, suddenly flared to life. His blood began to run hot.

He looked across the kitchen island at Chloe.

She was standing near the counter, the warm overhead light casting a soft glow over her skin. The simple blouse she wore clung perfectly to her curves, and the faint scent of her vanilla perfume drifted across the room, wrapping around his senses like a physical touch.

Chloe slowly lifted her head.

Their eyes met.

The air between them instantly thickened, heavy with electric, unspoken tension. Mylo’s dark, intense gaze held her completely captive. He didn’t look away. He just stared at her, his eyes tracing the soft line of her jaw, down to the delicate curve of her neck.

Chloe’s breath hitched visibly.

Her professional facade crumbled in a heartbeat. A deep, gorgeous shade of crimson flooded her cheeks, racing all the way down her neck to her collarbone.

Unable to withstand the raw heat in his eyes, Chloe quickly turned her head away, staring intently at the blank wall as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. She crossed her arms defensively over her chest, hugging herself.

A quiet, low breath escaped Mylo’s lips. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing out loud at how incredibly cute she looked.

“Don’t,” Chloe whispered, catching the faint sound of his amusement.

“Don’t what?” Mylo asked, his voice dropping into a smooth, dangerous murmur.

“Don’t laugh at me,” she stammered, refusing to turn around. “And stop teasing me with that… that look.”

“I’m not doing anything, Miss Chloe,” Mylo smiled, pushing off the doorframe.

“You are absolutely doing it on purpose,” she huffed.

She quickly walked out of the kitchen, desperate to put some space between them. She moved into the living room and practically dropped onto the edge of the soft couch, keeping her eyes glued to the dark television screen.

Mylo followed her at a slow, deliberate pace.

He walked around the coffee table and sank into the couch cushions right beside her. The cushions dipped under his weight, tilting her slightly toward him.

The apartment was dead quiet, save for the heavy, racing sound of Chloe’s breathing.

Chloe fidgeted on the edge of the soft couch cushions. The silence in the apartment was deafening, thick with an unspoken, electric heat.

She nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, refusing to look at him.

“It’s… it’s getting quite late, Mylo,” Chloe murmured, her voice slightly breathless. “I should probably be heading back to my own apartment. I have early classes to prep for.”

Mylo didn’t move. He leaned back against the opposite end of the couch, watching the nervous flutter of her eyelashes.

“We barely survived the grocery store, Miss Chloe,” Mylo said smoothly, deliberately ignoring her suggestion to leave. “And then my mother nearly ended both of our lives over a video call.”

Chloe paused, a small, involuntary smile breaking through her nervousness.

“It was certainly a chaotic evening,” she admitted.

“But did you have fun?” Mylo asked, his voice softening into something genuine and warm. “Despite all the madness?”

Chloe finally looked up, meeting his dark eyes. The walls she usually kept up completely melted.

“I did,” she said softly, her smile reaching her eyes. “I really did, Mylo. I feel… very satisfied with tonight. Thank you.”

A translucent blue screen popped into Mylo’s peripheral vision.

….

[NOTIFICATION][NOTIFICATION]

Daily Quest Complete!Daily Quest Complete!

Target: Satisfy five women today.Target: Satisfy five women today.

(1. Brandy, 2. Reina, 3. Aaina, 4. Meha, 5. Chloe)(1. Brandy, 2. Reina, 3. Aaina, 4. Meha, 5. Chloe)

Rewards pending…

….

Mylo didn’t even blink. He mentally swiped the interface away, completely uncaring about the system in that moment. His entire focus was anchored on the beautiful woman sitting inches away from him.

A heavy, quiet minute passed.

The silence stretched, pulling the tension tighter and tighter like a drawn bowstring.

Chloe’s heart began to race. The way he was looking at her-so intensely, so quietly-made her skin run hot. Her breath hitched. Her mind raced with terrifying, exhilarating anticipation.

Is he going to ask me something? she thought frantically, her hands gripping the fabric of her skirt. Is he going to move closer? What do I do if he does?

The Sin of [Pleasure] was throbbing in Mylo’s veins, begging him to close the distance.

But a darker, colder thought had been eating away at his mind ever since he pulled her out of that disgusting professor’s office earlier today. He couldn’t hold it back anymore. The protective, possessive urge violently overpowered his lust.

“Miss Chloe,” Mylo said, his voice dropping into a dead serious, heavy register.

Chloe stiffened, her eyes widening. “Y-Yes?”

“Are you having an affair with Professor Hearth?”

The words dropped into the room like a live grenade.

Chloe completely froze. The warm, romantic heat flushing her body instantly turned into ice water.

Whiplash.

Her breath vanished from her lungs. Panic and sheer, blinding anxiousness exploded in her chest. Her mind screamed in absolute chaos.

How does he know about Hearth?! her thoughts spiraled desperately. Does he think I actually want that man? Can I even tell a student that a senior faculty member is harassing me? Will he get involved and ruin his own life?

“I—I—what?” Chloe stammered, her voice shaking violently. Her body tensed as if she were preparing to run. “Mylo, no, you don’t understand—”

“I know it’s a terrible time to ask,” Mylo cut her off, his voice rising, thick with frustration and a dark, brewing anger. “I know I am completely infiltrating your personal space right now, and it’s none of my damn business. But please, I have to know.”

“Mylo, please, let me explain-“

“I just need to know if you’re actually with him,” Mylo bulldozed forward, his own heart pounding heavily in his chest, entirely deaf to her panic. “Because if you are, I can’t—”

“STOP IT!”

Chloe’s scream tore through the apartment, loud and desperate.

Mylo snapped his mouth shut.

Chloe was trembling violently on the couch. Her eyes were wide, glassy with unshed tears of sheer stress and humiliation.

“I am not having an affair with him!” Chloe cried out, her voice cracking with raw, dramatic finality. “I am not dating anyone! I am not with him!”

She immediately slumped forward, burying her face in her hands. Her shoulders shook as she stared down at the floor, completely defeated.

Mylo froze.