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The night was deep, and the moonlight seeped through the heavy curtains, casting a faint glow across the room, subtly outlining James's bare figure. He lay on the bed, his muscular contours sharply defined in the moonlight, a hint of pride and satisfaction playing at the corners of his mouth. On the other side of the bed, Emma lay breathless against the pillow, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. Her face was flushed, skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, as if she had yet to recover from the fervor of moments past. She let out soft gasps, her expression a mix of confusion and intoxication, her eyes half-open, reflecting a lingering haze of indulgence.
Surrounding the bed were dozens of young female college students sprawled on the floor like broken dolls. They too were bare, their pale skin stark against the carpet, limbs scattered in disarray. Some had tear-streaked faces; others wore vacant expressions, as if their consciousness had been extracted from their bodies. All lay exposed, their skin and sweat clinging together, appearing unnaturally pale and sickly under the moonlight. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and mingled breaths, creating a stifling atmosphere. It felt like the eerie aftermath of a quiet yet frenzied feast—silent yet filled with an unsettling aura.
James reclined on the bed, hands clasped behind his head, gazing casually at the ceiling with a confident smile gracing his lips. His eyes slowly swept over the exposed bodies before him—those girls sprawled on the floor like artworks he had crafted himself. There was no trace of pity or anger in his gaze; instead, it brimmed with arrogance and pride, like a creator admiring his flawless masterpiece.
"Look at these enchanting beings..." he murmured softly, his tone laced with disdain and pride. He turned his head to glance at Emma lying beside him, her once innocent and pure face now filled with desire and intoxication. "Each one of you is chosen." His voice grew louder, infused with an unmistakable ecstasy and madness. "To have gained my favor is your life's honor!"
Emma slightly opened her eyes upon hearing James's voice, a look of infatuation spreading across her face. Her gaze was filled with adoration, even tinged with madness, as if every word he spoke was some sacred truth. She weakly lifted her hand as if to touch him but ultimately let it fall back down into a weary haze.
James looked at the bodies completely under his control and couldn't help but laugh out loud; his laughter echoed throughout the room like a declaration of victory. The more he laughed, the more unrestrained it became, his eyes glinting with madness. "My DNA is the most noble thing in this world," he proclaimed arrogantly as if declaring an undeniable truth to those girls. "To carry it is your honor; it is your mission. Accept it well; this is my most precious gift to you."
The girls remained silent on the floor, showing no reaction. Their bodies seemed soulless, reduced to remnants of manipulation. James's laughter grew louder, reverberating in every corner of the room like a chilling celebration. His eyes were filled with boundless confidence in himself and an unabashed desire for dominance over others—as if everything rightfully belonged to him.
For James, this scene was merely a manifestation of his power. In those girls, he saw his control—his unshakable authority and glory. He firmly believed that he was destined to become the ruler of this world and that these chosen "recipients" were merely stepping stones toward greater heights.
Slowly sitting up from the bed, James's satisfied expression gradually gave way to cold rationality. He looked down at Emma beside him, narrowing his eyes like a predator watching its prey. He reached out his long fingers to gently caress her cheek before gripping her chin firmly, forcing her dazed eyes to meet his gaze. Emma shivered slightly at his touch; though still weak all over, there was a flicker of fervent reverence in her eyes as if one word from him was an ultimate command.
"How is the Blood Moon Society's plan progressing in the city?" James's voice was low and icy; there was no warmth in it—only an undeniable command. His grip tightened around Emma's chin, rendering her immobile. His gaze pierced through her like sharp daggers seeking to extract her most genuine response from deep within her soul. He cared little for how much infatuation or loyalty Emma held for him; to him, she was merely a tool for executing plans—a pawn to help achieve his goals.
Emma winced slightly from the pain but did not resist; instead, she took a deep breath to force herself back into composure. Her gaze sharpened as she suppressed lingering desires and focused on answering James's question. "Everything is proceeding according to plan," she managed to say with difficulty while maintaining a tone of respect and submission. "We have successfully infiltrated several key urban organizations; some local politicians and business figures have already been absorbed into our ranks. With just a few more steps forward, we can extend Blood Moon's influence from campuses into every corner of the city."
Hearing this, James's lips curled into a cold yet satisfied smile. He relaxed his grip slightly so that Emma's head hung low but maintained an unyielding glare that showed no sign of leniency. "Good, but that's not enough," he said with a tone full of threat and urgency—like a snake flicking its tongue in anticipation. "I need you to accelerate this plan further and deeper. Our goal isn't merely to control a few insignificant areas; we aim to make the entire city—and even society itself—our territory under Blood Moon Society’s dominion. I need them—all of them—whether they are corporate leaders or government officials; whether they are ordinary citizens or scholars—they must all be under our control."
Emma nodded slightly, a glimmer of fervor flashing in her eyes as if she were deeply captivated by the blueprint he had outlined. "I understand, James," she said, her voice soft yet resolute. "I will adjust the plan and expand our reach. I will make more people aware of the power of the Blood Moon, ensuring they cannot resist our allure and control. Our tendrils will stretch into every corner, and anyone who dares to oppose us will be utterly eliminated."
James listened to her response, nodding gently, a hint of satisfaction flickering in his gaze. "Excellent, Emma," he replied, his voice low and dangerous, like a whispering demon. "Go forth and amplify the power of the Blood Moon. Let those who think they are safe and carefree understand that all their struggles are in vain. I want this world to kneel at our feet; no one can stand against us."
After saying this, he leaned back against the bed, his hands clasped behind his head, revealing a confident smile. His gaze drifted past Emma, as if looking into a deeper darkness where the shadows of the Blood Moon flickered ominously. He knew this was just the beginning; when his plan came to fruition, the entire city—and even a larger stage—would be engulfed in the crimson glow of the Blood Moon. He would not stop nor be satisfied; what he sought was endless power and dominion, and now, it was only just beginning.
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