Villain With The Absolute Evil Sytem

The gym was mostly empty as the evening wound down, leaving only the quiet hum of air conditioning and the faint echoes of music from a distant speaker. Behind the reception desk, the buff receptionist tapped her pen rhythmically against her clipboard, her eyes darting toward the clock. Her shift was almost over, and she couldn't wait to leave.

But something nagged at her, a feeling she couldn't shake.

Her gaze shifted to the yoga studio down the hall. The class that Lumian had signed in for had ended a while ago, and most participants had left. But she hadn't seen him come out.

She furrowed her brows. Where the hell is that guy?

She didn't trust him. From the moment he'd walked into the gym with that infuriatingly calm and smug demeanor, she'd felt like he was trouble. 

Grumbling under her breath, she stepped out from behind the desk and made her way to the yoga studio.

The room was empty, as expected. The lights were dim, and the faint smell of lavender lingered in the air. She looked around, her eyes narrowing. Where could he have gone?

Her gaze fell on the large mirror that covered one wall. For a moment, she got distracted by her reflection. On a whim, she struck a yoga pose she'd seen on one of the instructional charts hanging nearby.

Her arms wobbled, and she nearly fell over. She straightened up quickly, muttering, "How do people even do this without snapping in half?"

That was when she heard it, a faint sound, barely audible over the hum of the air conditioning. Running water.

Her head snapped toward the direction of the showers.

No one uses those showers, she thought, frowning. Ever.

Curiosity piqued, she walked toward the source of the sound. Stopping at the door, she knocked a few times.

"Hello? Is someone in there?" she called.

Silence.

She knocked again. "If anyone's in there, say something!"

Still nothing.

Her frown deepened. Did someone just leave the water running?

With a sigh, she pushed the door open and stepped inside. The sound of running water grew louder, echoing off the tiled walls. Steam wafted through the air, curling around her as she ventured deeper into the room.

And then she froze.

In the steamy showers, she saw them—Lumian and Angela, lost in their moment, completely unaware of her presence. Her jaw dropped, and her face turned redder than a ripe tomato.

"What the actual hell?!" she whispered to herself, ducking behind a stall for cover.

Her heart raced as she peeked out cautiously. Lumian and Angela were too engrossed in their…activities to notice her.

She clenched her fists, her inner monologue running wild. I knew he was up to no good! I just knew it! But this? In the gym showers?! What kind of shameless, reckless… ugh!

She peered out again, her curiosity getting the better of her. Her eyes landed on Lumian, and she couldn't help but scrutinize him. His confident posture, his perfect hair, his annoyingly flawless physique. It all added up to someone who knew exactly how to get what he wanted.

"Handsome guys think they can get away with anything," she muttered, then paused. Her eyes widened as she realized what she'd just said.

"Not that I think he's handsome!" she hissed to herself. "I mean, objectively, sure, he's… okay-looking. Fine, he's good-looking. But that doesn't mean—"

Her gaze betrayed her thoughts as it wandered over his sculpted frame again. She shook her head furiously, slapping her cheeks lightly to snap herself out of it.

"Get a grip, woman! What are you even doing here?!"

She glanced at Angela, who seemed completely enraptured by Lumian. For a brief moment, a strange thought crossed her mind. Can you even blame her? A guy like that…

Her eyes widened in horror. No. Stop. What are you even thinking?!

She slapped her forehead and muttered under her breath. "This is insane. I'm insane. I should just leave."

As she turned to go, Lumian's head shifted slightly. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her hiding behind the stall. A slow, knowing smile spread across his face.

Without missing a beat, he turned toward her and raised a hand in a casual wave, flashing that same infuriatingly bright smile.

Her heart jumped into her throat. She ducked back behind the stall, pressing her back against the cold tile. "He saw me! Damn it, he saw me!"

But to her surprise, he didn't call her out. Instead, he shifted slightly, positioning himself and Angela so that the receptionist had a clear view.

Despite herself, she peeked again, her face burning with a mix of embarrassment and indignation.

"Shameless," she muttered. "Absolutely shameless."

Her eyes lingered on him for a moment longer than she intended. She could feel her irritation bubbling over. "Men like him think they can do whatever they want just because they look good."

She paused, then added grudgingly, "Not that I'm saying he looks good, but… I mean, objectively, yeah, he does. Whatever."

She looked at Angela again, then back at Lumian. Her thoughts spiraled. "She must feel lucky. I mean… with a guy like that…"

Her eyes widened as the realization of her own words hit her. She slapped her forehead again, groaning softly.

"No. Stop it. Don't even go there."

With a deep breath, she pushed herself away from the wall, determined to leave.

"When he leaves," she muttered under her breath, "I'm going to give him a piece of my mind. No, scratch that, I'm going to yell at him. Yeah, that'll wipe that smug smile off his face."

She stole one last glance at Lumian, her expression caught between annoyance and reluctant admiration, before slipping out of the showers unnoticed.

Noticing that the receptionist had left, Lumian decided that it was time to put an end to this, and as much as he wanted to take Angela right there and then, it was not the time for that yet.

"This much should be enough, for now. Soon…'

Lumian held Angela's head in place, her eyes widened in surprise and she looked at Lumian. For the first time since she met him, she saw a glimpse of the true him. A wide sinister grin plastered on his face in anticipation of what he was about to do.

In one swift motion, he thrust the full length of his cock down Angela's warm throat, he felt her instinctively try to swallow his cock as she needed to breathe. Lumian let his cock rest there for a few seconds before pulling out.

Angela gasped for air, a thick string of spit connected his tip to her mouth as she breathed deeply, but Lumian gave her but a few breaths before thrusting into her throat again. This time she was expecting so her resistance was not as strong as before, she even began to move her head back and forth—stroking his length with her throat. 

"Ah~….nghh~ fuckkk~! I'm cumming!"

Lumian twitched, holding Angela's head firmly in place as he poured ropes after ropes of his seed down her throat.

Lumian pulled out his wet flaccid cock from her mouth. He looked down at Angela with a loving smile expression, she looked up at him with a wanting one. 

'She wants more, so do I but not now. Angela'

She stretched out her tongue, showing him the remnant of his seed and then she swallowed it. Even Lumian was shocked by this, he didn't know Angela was this naughty.

"You did good" Lumian said, patting her head.

'Don't judge a book by it's cover, I guess'

He pulled her up and hugged her tight and she hugged back even tighter. She had totally given in to him in just one encounter, maybe he was doing Michael a favour by breaking up their home.