Chapter 75: Ch75: The Real Show

Nyle twisted the throttle and followed the yellow taxi closely. A few minutes later, the taxi pulled over in front of the Starlight Theatre, a modest local cinema with a glowing marquee above the entrance.

’I knew it. Second date, heh...’ he thought, keeping his eyes fixed on Roland and Naomi as they stepped out of the taxi.

Nyle then checked his phone.

"Hmm... there’s still time. Let’s see what movie they’re gonna watch. Probably that new one," he murmured, pulling Queena’s scooty over to the side as his eyes caught sight of a movie poster near the theatre.

But the next second, they stopped at the stairs.

Nyle quickly moved to the side and hid behind the cover of a nearby hotdog stand, but his eyes remained fixed on them.

From a distance, it looked like they were quietly talking about something. Then, they headed down the stairs, and Naomi calmly turned and walked off to the left, leaving Roland alone.

"Where is she going?" Nyle wondered.

"You want some, young man?" a man asked, standing behind the hotdog stall, a red cap perched on his head.

"No, thanks," Nyle said almost immediately. But then his eyes landed on the menu, and his stomach rumbled.

"Uh... make one, sir."

Nyle watched Roland from the corner of his eye as he ate the hotdog in slow, deliberate bites. Roland was standing in front of a movie poster, staring at it for a moment before pulling out his phone and glancing back toward the stairs over and over.

’So they’re planning to watch a horror movie? Interesting...’ Nyle thought as he pulled out his phone and bought a ticket for the theatre.

Just as he finished buying a digital ticket, Naomi suddenly appeared in his sight. Nyle immediately swallowed down the last bite of his hotdog.

*Burp~*

...

Inside, the cinema was modest but lively. A small lobby opened into a dimly lit hallway, with movie posters lining the walls.

The faint smell of buttered popcorn lingered in the air as conversations and laughter echoed through the lobby.

"There they are," Nyle murmured, spotting his target.

Naomi and Roland were at the starlight counter, buying popcorn and soft drinks. Once they had their snacks, they headed inside the screening hall. Nyle waited a few seconds before following after them, keeping enough distance so they wouldn’t notice him.

’Marvis, buy me an impotence capsule,’ he thought.

’Done,’ •_•

A faintly sinister smile spread across his face as the capsule came to life, materializing in his right palm.

...

Twenty minutes later, after entering the screening hall, Nyle sat directly behind Naomi and Roland, watching the movie along with them.

*Yawn~*

’So boring...’ Nyle muttered to himself.

On the screen, a jump-scare made several people in the audience flinch. Roland’s hand twitched toward Naomi’s, then hesitated.

Naomi noticed.

Roland reached for her arm and held it gently as he met her gaze.

She looked back at him, her expression unreadable.

That was the moment Nyle had been waiting for — a brief window of opportunity.

He lowered his body, keeping his movements hidden behind the seat. With a quick motion, he slipped the capsules into the cup holders beside their drinks — one Impotence capsule for Roland and two Aphrodisiac capsules for Naomi.

The instant the capsules touched the cups, they vanished without a trace.

The boredom in Nyle’s mind faded.

’Finally...’

Soon, Roland’s expression flattened. He removed his arm from Naomi’s and straightened his back, breaking eye contact with her as he redirected his attention toward the movie.

Naomi leaned a little closer, clearly wanting his touch, but Roland’s sudden change in behaviour left her confused.

’What happened to him?’ Naomi thought.

Meanwhile, Nyle simply watched as everything began to crumble before his eyes, enjoying the real show far more than the movie playing on the screen.

A soft flush rose across Naomi’s cheeks. She bit her lower lip, throwing subtle, indirect signs that she wanted him — yet when Roland looked at her, his face remained expressionless.

The faint smile she had worn slowly lowering.

"Stop. You’re being annoying," Roland said, his tone flat.

Naomi’s face fell. She abruptly stood up, casting Roland a brief sideways glance before turning away without saying a word.

Roland didn’t even spare her a glance, his eyes remaining fixed on the movie screen.

Nyle’s eyes widened in shock. He hadn’t expected his former teacher to say something like that to her.

’Hehe... didn’t expect the capsule to work that effectively,’ he murmured under his breath before turning his gaze toward Naomi.

She was already standing and walking away toward the exit.

’Marvis, give me a Meromone capsule.’

’Absolutely,’ •_•

...

*Creak...*

The washroom door opened as Nyle stepped inside, only to see Naomi washing her face at the sink. Alone. He kept a neutral expression, moved to the sink beside hers, and angled himself just enough so the clear bulge in his pants would fall into her line of sight.

The pheromone capsule was already at work, its effect instantly drawing Naomi’s attention.

’Oh my— holy!’ Naomi’s eyes widened as she rubbed them hard. ’No way...! Damn it, my pussy is craving so bad! Argh...’

Nyle hummed quietly as he washed his hands, his gaze fixed on the mirror in front of him. Though he could see every flicker of her expression reflected there, he kept his face perfectly calm, acting as though he weren’t paying her any attention at all.

"Uh... excuse me," Naomi said, her voice thin and unsteady, almost cracking on the last syllable.

"Yes?" Nyle turned, keeping his expression neutral.

Silence stretched between them for several long seconds.

She opened her mouth, then closed it again, fingers curling tightly against the edge of the sink.

"Yes?" he asked a second time, quieter now.

"Nothing," she blurted, snapping her eyes back down to the running water, cheeks burning.

The words she truly wanted refused to leave her throat.

’What the fuck is wrong with me?’ she thought, jaw clenching hard. ’Control yourself, Naomi. Where are your manners? You can’t just ask a stranger to hand over that huge thing straining against his pants—"

Before the frantic thought could finish, Nyle stepped in behind her. One hand slid around and closed firmly over her breast, squeezing the soft flesh through her clothes with deliberate pressure.

"Hm...! H-hey, what do you think you’re doing?!" Naomi gasped, body jolting against the sink.

"Shh..." Nyle whispered, his warm breath brushing the skin of her shoulder.