Villain With The Absolute Evil Sytem

Lumian zipped up his pants, brushing off his shirt with a casual air that made Angela's somber mood feel even heavier. She stood quietly, adjusting her clothes, her eyes fixed on the tiled floor as guilt and regret painted her expression. 

Noticing her demeanor, Lumian approached her, his confident swagger unshaken. He gently tilted her chin up to meet his gaze. 

"Don't look so down," he said with a crooked smile. "Your husband deserves it." 

Angela frowned. "How can you say that? I shouldn't have… We shouldn't have done this. It's wrong, Lumian." 

"Wrong?" Lumian chuckled softly. "Wrong is a man keeping secrets from his wife while expecting loyalty in return. If you ask me, you were just evening the playing field." 

Angela shook her head, her voice trembling. "But how are you so comfortable with what we just did? How can you stand there like this was… nothing?" 

"Because it wasn't nothing," Lumian replied, his tone surprisingly gentle. He took a step closer, his presence commanding yet comforting. "It felt good. I enjoyed every second of it." 

Angela's face flushed, and she looked away. Lumian smirked, his charm undeterred. "And judging by that blush, I'd say you enjoyed it too." 

Angela hesitated, her voice barely above a whisper. "…Maybe." 

Lumian grinned triumphantly. "Maybe, huh? Guess I'll take that as a yes." 

Before Angela could respond, Lumian playfully smacked her on the buttocks. She yelped in surprise, turning to glare at him, but her expression softened as he leaned in for a kiss. 

"Come on," he murmured against her lips.

As Lumian and Angela exited the yoga studio, Lumian's sharp eyes caught the receptionist, Athena, staring at them from behind the counter. Her gaze flickered nervously as soon as their eyes met, and she quickly pretended to focus on her phone. 

Lumian smiled knowingly and turned to Angela. "Wait for me outside. I need to settle something real quick." 

Angela raised an eyebrow but nodded, stepping outside into the cool evening air. 

Lumian strode confidently toward the reception desk, his steps deliberate. Athena stiffened as he approached, her fingers tightening around her phone. 

"Athena, right?" Lumian said looking at her name tag , his voice smooth. 

She looked up, startled. "Uh, yes?" 

Internally, she screamed at herself. 'Why did I reply so quickly? Damn handsome men with their stupid faces and stupid voices!' 

Lumian leaned casually against the counter, his smile disarming. "You know, it's not a great habit to spy on people in the showers. Especially when they're having a private moment." 

Athena's face turned crimson. She stuttered, "I-I wasn't spying! I was investigating! No one ever uses those showers, and you, you're suspicious!" 

Lumian chuckled, amused by her flustered state. "Suspicious, huh? Well, tell me, did your 'investigation' yield any results? Did you find what you were looking for?" 

Athena scoffed, crossing her arms. "You're shameless. Just because you're handsome, you think you can get away with anything." 

"Handsome, am I?" Lumian teased, leaning in slightly. 

"That's not what I meant!" Athena snapped, her cheeks burning. 

Lumian laughed, enjoying her reaction. Without warning, he leaned in closer, his face mere inches from hers. Before Athena could react, he pulled her into a kiss. 

Athena froze, her mind racing. Her eyes widened as the kiss lingered, warmth spreading through her. 

Lumian activated his corruption skill, intending to plant a seed of confusion in her mind. But instead of the familiar sensation of the skill taking effect, a message from the system appeared in his mind. 

[Corruption Failed]

Lumian pulled away, a surprised yet amused look on his face. Athena stood motionless, her face a mix of shock and bewilderment. 

"You didn't resist," Lumian said, smirking. "And here I thought you couldn't stand me." 

Athena snapped back to reality, her voice shaking. "W-What are you talking about?!" 

Lumian didn't answer. Instead, he simply smiled and said, "Interesting. I'll come for you later." 

Athena's eyes narrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?" 

But Lumian was already walking away, escorting Angela out of the building. 

Athena stood behind the counter, her mind a swirl of thoughts as she processed what had just happened. She realized she was ranting to no one, and the realization only fueled her frustration. 

"That guy… He just… kissed me!" she said aloud, her voice echoing in the empty reception area. 

Her face flushed as she touched her lips. "And it… wasn't even bad. Damn it, it was good. Too good. I'd… I'd do it again." 

She slapped her cheeks, trying to shake the thought. "No! Stop it! He's a jerk—a shameless, arrogant jerk. But…" 

Her voice trailed off as she remembered the way Lumian had looked at her, the way his presence seemed to fill the room. He was exactly her type.

"There's something about him," she murmured. "It's not just his looks. There's… something else." 

She shook her head, her frustration bubbling over. "Damn it! Why do I have to have a weakness for handsome men?!" 

With a sigh, she sank into her chair.

Meanwhile, Lumian and Angela walked side by side down the street. The cool night air did little to dispel the tension between them. 

Angela was quiet, her thoughts clearly elsewhere. Lumian, on the other hand, seemed completely at ease, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. 

They reached the front door of Angela and Michael's apartment building. Angela hesitated, her hand hovering over the doorknob. 

"Angela," Lumian said softly, his voice drawing her attention. "Don't overthink it." 

She looked at him, her expression conflicted. 

Lumian smiled reassuringly. "You deserve to feel good too. Don't forget that." 

Angela nodded slowly, though her eyes still held a hint of doubt. 

Lumian stopped abruptly. Angela turned to him, confused, but before she could say anything, Lumian leaned in and kissed her deeply.

The kiss caught her off guard, and for a moment, she froze. Then, as if pulled by an invisible force, she melted into it. Her hands instinctively rested on his chest

Unbeknownst to her, this move wasn't entirely spontaneous. Lumian had carefully angled himself so that his back was toward the window of the apartment. He didn't want to give away his identity, but he hoped that someone : Michael—would be watching.

And Michael was.

From the apartment window, Michael stood, his eyes locked on the scene unfolding below. His jaw clenched, and his left fist crackled faintly with sparks of lightning. In his right hand, a nearly empty bottle of liquor trembled as he gripped it tightly.

His expression was a mix of rage, disbelief, and betrayal. The sound of his own shallow breathing filled the room as he continued to stare at Angela and the man who had just kissed her so boldly.

Outside, Lumian pulled away with a satisfied smile. "Goodnight, Angela," he said softly, his voice dripping with charm.

Angela, still dazed, nodded slightly and disappeared into the apartment building.

Lumian smirked to himself as he walked away, his steps deliberate and unhurried. He didn't need to look back to know his plan had worked.

From above, Michael's knuckles turned white as he crushed the empty bottle in his hand, glass shards falling to the floor. His body shook with suppressed anger as faint sparks of electricity flickered around him.

"Who the hell is he?" Michael muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible over the crackling of his own energy.

"And that bitch, how dare that bitch do this to me?!"