Chapter 80: The First Match and Four Minutes of Pure Domination [Part 3]

The First Match and Four Minutes of Pure Domination [Part 3]

"What am I doing?" Leon gazed at her calmly.

"You’re my beast-girl. My possession. I can do whatever I want."

With that, he pulled Evelyn into his embrace.

"No—don’t!"

Evelyn struggled weakly.

But her body seemed to go limp, collapsing into his arms.

This forced closeness made her face burn like a scarlet cloud.

In front of everyone—she was being held by a boy!

How could this be!

Shame washed over her once more.

"P-Please let me go!" Evelyn’s voice carried a note of pleading.

But Leon ignored her.

Continuing as if everything were perfectly natural.

A smug smile tugged at his lips.

From the outside—

Leon and Evelyn looked just like a real couple, nestled together.

And if he wasn’t mistaken—

The Blackheart family would be watching this match too, wouldn’t they?

Then his plan was already half-complete.

Evelyn’s body was pressed against his.

Her E-cup tits soft against his chest.

Her peach-shaped ass nestled in his lap.

Her thick thighs trembled slightly.

Her face was buried in his shoulder.

"People are watching," she whispered.

"Let them watch."

"But your family—"

"Doesn’t matter. You’re mine now."

Leon recalled what he had made Evelyn do the night before.

The act that had dragged her into his scheme.

A smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Last night wasn’t just about pulling Evelyn into his web.

What she had done had implicated the entire Blackheart family—binding them to him.

The Blackheart family’s oppression of him—Leon hadn’t forgotten a single moment of it.

Evan’s sins weren’t something one Selena could atone for.

Leon wanted... more.

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In the spectator stands.

An elderly man watched the scene unfold, trembling with rage.

"Wretched girl!"

"Evelyn—you’ve disgraced the Blackheart family!"

"And Selena! You despicable woman—consorting with a student! Have you no shame?!"

The old man’s eyes blazed with fury.

His face purple with anger.

His whole body shook as rage erupted like a volcano.

"A family disgrace!"

"A family disgrace!"

He waved his cane violently.

As if he could overturn the entire stadium.

Those beside him rushed to calm him down.

"Elder Blackheart, please—"

They cast curious glances at his screen—

And froze.

Wasn’t that Evelyn on the screen?

Wait—who was holding her?

That wasn’t Levis?!

All of them were stunned.

The Blackheart family had already become a laughingstock a few days ago.

The fourth son’s wife had been contracted by someone else—a student, no less!

Now it was even worse.

The Blackheart family’s pride—their genius prodigy—was caught on camera embracing a man in the middle of the arena!

And the worst part? That man wasn’t Levis.

In everyone’s mind, Levis was Evelyn’s beast-soul master.

The only one who had the right to be close to her.

Now they were at a loss for words.

Completely dumbfounded.

The enraged elder was none other than the Blackheart family patriarch.

Evelyn’s grandfather.

Seeing his granddaughter like this... of course he was furious.

The surrounding spectators buzzed with gossip.

Never in their wildest dreams had they expected two women of such importance in the Blackheart family to do something so disgraceful.

"What a shame! How could the Blackheart family produce such women?!"

"Who is that student? How could he have both Evelyn and Selena wrapped around his finger?!"

"The Blackheart family has lost all face!"

The murmurs grew louder, wave after wave.

The elder listened to the gossip and his rage burned even hotter.

He glared at the two figures on screen.

As if he could tear them apart with his eyes.

"Evelyn! Selena! You two wait! When this match is over, I will expel both of you from the Blackheart family!"

His voice was cold and resolute.

Dripping with finality.

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"Youth is truly something!" On the opposite side of the stands, Liam Walton watched with admiration.

"Good for you, brother! A man isn’t a man without a little romance—I support you!"

Before Liam could finish, a sharp THWACK landed on his head.

His wife—a sword spirit girl—had smacked him.

"Oh? You seem awfully excited about this?"

Liam instantly deflated.

His wife was a sword spirit girl—a rare existence in this world.

Though technically classified as a beast-girl, they were distinct.

Her name was Jane—an A-rank Long Rainbow Sword Spirit.

And she was terrifyingly strong.

Liam had endured more than his fair share of beatings from her.

"What exactly is Leon trying to do?" Unlike Liam’s carefree nature, Jane sensed something darker—a hidden purpose behind Leon’s actions.

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This round was even faster—less than three minutes.

Match over!

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[Second Match]

[Arena 094 — Aurelia No. 1 High, Class 8, Leon — Complete Victory +10 Points, Total: 20 Points]

The massive screen above lit up with another banner.

"What?! Leon won a Complete Victory again?!"

"Who exactly is he?!"

"This Leon—he’s a monster!" A middle-aged man stared wide-eyed in amazement.

"Did you notice? Every match ends in a flash. He hasn’t even shown his full strength." A man in a suit and glasses analyzed, his eyes gleaming with sharp insight.

"Exactly. I noticed that too. This Leon—he seems to be hiding a lot of secrets."

On the arena, Evelyn was still in Leon’s arms.

Her face was red.

Her heart was racing.

"You can let go now," she whispered.

Leon smirked.

"Can I? Or do you want me to hold you longer?"

"I don’t—"

"Your body says different."

Evelyn’s cheeks burned.

He’s right.

I don’t want him to let go.

What is wrong with me?

Selena walked over.

Her golden eyes amused.

"Enjoying yourself, darling?"

Leon pulled Selena close with his free arm.

"Very much. Now both my women are where they belong."

Evelyn looked at Selena.

She expected jealousy.

But there was none.

Only acceptance.

And something else.

Shared understanding.

She’s not threatened by me, Evelyn realized.

She knows she’s first.

And she’s okay with me being second.

What kind of woman is she?

Selena smiled.

"Don’t look so confused, Evelyn. I’ve accepted my place. You’ll learn to accept yours too."

Evelyn nodded slowly.

She was learning.

Every day.

Every moment.

And she didn’t hate it.

Not anymore.