You Are Reborn!

"Aaargh!!" A shout of frustration echoes from downstairs, followed by cheers of encouragement from the others. I sigh. I expected the training to be over by 1 PM.

All the inner-level bodyguards have passed the test. The only front-level one left is Jackson—mama's boy—what else can you expect? But to my surprise, none of the middle-level guards have passed. I glance at my watch. 3 PM already.

I walk toward Rodrigues, who has just failed. Reaching for an airsoft gun, I grab it from its place and point it at him as I approach.

"What was your mistake this time?"

"I... I unconsciously dodged a bullet..." Rodrigues stammers.

I shoot his chest. He staggers back, wincing in pain.

"Ready, Mr. Chang!" Mr. Perez calls from downstairs.

"Come on, guys... you can do this! Imagine the doll is your child, your spouse, your dearest person in the world. What would you do if they were in danger? You wouldn't dodge the bullet and let them take it, would you?" I say, trying to encourage them, though I realize my impatience has seeped into my tone. I sigh. "NEXT!"

From the second level, I watch as Manny begins his turn. I squint when I see him react too late to the grenade explosion. Of course, the doll is also ruined by the blast.

For the umpteenth time today, I sigh, struggling to hold onto my patience. I'm about to hand Manny his punishment when my phone rings. I toss the air gun to Isaac, instructing him to deal with Manny before stepping outside to take the call.

"Any good news, please, Thief?"

"I'm afraid I don't have any," Thief replies.

I sigh. "Well?"

"It's a burner phone."

"His email?"

"Empty. He made it five minutes before calling you and only used it to send the profile."

"So you can't trace anything back to him? What about his voice?"

"I can easily build an algorithm for voice recognition, but no organization in this country—or even the world—keeps voices in their databases..."

"Well, they should," I cut in with a snort.

Thief chuckles. "Why are you so irritated about this?"

"He wants to kill someone I know. Wouldn't that irritate you?"

"Well, you don't have to worry too much. I'm sure she's well protected. Her fiancé isn't just some ordinary guy."

"You're right..." I reply, my tone shifting to something grateful. How could I forget that? Jennifer's fiancé is a powerful man. "All I have to do is tell him about the threat..."

"Like... Hey, man, someone called me last night and asked me to kill your fiancée?" Thief interrupts, giggling.

"I don't see why not. He's obviously not a stranger to the assassin world."

"You're crazy."

"Thanks, Thief."

"You're welcome."

The thought of informing her fiancé about the threat makes me even more impatient to leave the camp. But of course, I have to hold myself back. I won't let a personal distraction like this ruin my plan.

Finally, ten minutes past 5 PM, all of my men pass the test—even mama's boy, Jackson.

"Great job, people!!" I praise them, clapping to show my appreciation. "From now on, your number one priority is Mr. Chekhovsky. As you can see, nothing is impossible when we put our minds to it. You are all reborn!"

After a short briefing to reorganize my men's positions based on today's results, I dismiss them and ride my motorcycle downtown.

Thief gave me Radwansky's address five minutes after our call. Radwansky isn't naïve—I bet he's already hired an assassin, maybe two, to handle obstacles. So I decide to be straightforward with him. That way, I can shift all responsibility to him and focus on my job again.

"Mr. Radwansky is not home, Sir," a butler informs me politely.

"Where is he? He's not out of town, is he? I mean..."

"Excuse me... who are you again, Sir?" the butler interrupts.

"I'm sorry. I'm Tommy Lee, his associate—well, future associate, if he's still interested in my offer. But I guess... my offer isn't that important to him since he apparently doesn't want to be disturbed—"

"Actually, Mr. Radwansky barely lives here anymore, Sir. He moved in with his fiancée."

"Aa..." My mouth opens in a silent 'ah.'

"Perhaps you can find him at her place instead..."

"No. No need. I'll meet him at his office tomorrow morning," I say before leaving the mansion.

So, she's already with him. That's good, right? You don't have to worry about her safety anymore. He will protect her. He has the resources.

My mind is busy talking to itself as I ride my motorcycle home. When I stop, I finally realize where I am.

Jennifer's apartment building.

I sigh. I've sighed too much today.

Well, since I'm already here, there's no harm in telling him personally. That way, he can be more alert.

I take off my helmet and walk up to her apartment door. I hesitate for a second but eventually press the doorbell.

Footsteps approach.

"In a second..." Jennifer's voice comes through the intercom.

I see her surprised/confused expression on the screen before she opens the door.

"What are you doing here?" she asks, standing in the doorway.

I glance past her into the apartment.

"What are you looking for?" she asks again.

"Are you alone?"

"Well, yes. What do you—"

"Where is he?"

"Who?"

"Your fiancé."

"What? I—"

"His butler said he moved in with you."

"What are you talking about? What fiancé?"

I stare at her confused expression.

"You're joking," I say in sync with her, "Are you kidding me?"

"No." Again, we speak at the same time.

"Don't lie to me!" I snap, disturbed. "You're Ivan Radwansky's fiancée. Stop pretending you're a virgin—I doubt even your ass is a virgin!"

She slaps me. "Watch your mouth! I don't know any Ivan—whoever he is—let alone be engaged to him!"

"Come on... the news was all over the media," I insist, still not believing her.

"Well, excuse me, but shouldn't I be the first to know if someone wants to marry me?" she argues.

I pull out my phone, scrolling through my gallery. I remember screenshotting the news to show Thief. Clicking on the image, I shove it in front of her.

"Here's the proof. Still denying it?"

She takes my phone, frowning as she examines the picture. Then, she bursts out laughing.

"Are you blind?! That's not me!"

"What??!!" I snatch my phone back and take a closer look. The woman in the picture is definitely Jennifer.

"She's not me. Look—different nose, different hairstyle. She's wearing earrings, and I don't even have piercings," she points out.

I look closer and finally see what she means.

"So... you're not her!" I exclaim—a little too happy about it.

"Of course not. But why are you so excited about that?"

"What?! I'm not!" I deny quickly. "But you two look incredibly alike."

"You're right. We do."

"Were you born twins, maybe?"

Jennifer shrugs. "Not that I know of. I'm an only child—no siblings whatsoever."

I stare at her. So, she's not engaged to Radwansky. That means she's...

"Do you have a boyfriend?" I suddenly ask.

"What?! Why—No, I don't! But that's none of your business," she says, slightly annoyed.

So, she's alone. No one is protecting her.

I kiss her lips softly, then pull back to gauge her reaction.

She kisses me back

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"You said... you... ah... don't... do... virg—ahhh... virgin?" Jennifer pants between moans as my lips tease her breast, flicking and nibbling at her hardened nipple.

"I changed my mind," I murmur against her skin before moving to her other breast, sucking it into my mouth.

We're already on her bed. Her mini dress, shirt, and bra are scattered somewhere between the front door and this room. My hands slide down to her panties, peeling them off her hips, and she lifts her legs to help me remove them completely.

I return my mouth to her breast while slipping a finger inside her, making her moan in pleasure. She's already wet, but not enough. I add another finger, thrusting them in and out, curling them slightly to hit just the right spot.

"Aah... aah... aah..."

Her whimpers turn into deep moans as I pick up the pace, my thumb circling her clit. My free hand massages her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, until her entire body trembles beneath me.

She screams my name, her body shuddering violently as she comes, her slick juices coating my fingers. That's the second orgasm I've given her—and I haven't even fucked her yet.

I lower my mouth to her soaked core, licking up her release. She shivers, her thighs twitching. I consider devouring her again, but my cock is already rock-hard, throbbing painfully with need.

I strip off my boxers, roll on a condom, and position myself above her. Her breathing is still erratic. I kiss her again, tasting the remnants of her moans.

I run the head of my cock along her slick entrance, teasing her. She whimpers, her skin flushed, her body heating up all over again.

"Are you ready?" I ask.

She nods, her eyes closed, lips slightly parted.

"You won't regret this," I promise, positioning myself at her entrance. With one hand, I guide myself inside. She's so tight. Even with how wet she is, her walls grip me almost painfully. I push in slowly, but I don't even make it halfway before I feel it—a barrier.

I pause, glancing at her face. "This will hurt a little, okay?"

She nods again.

I press forward, breaking through in one controlled thrust, sinking fully inside her. She muffles a cry with her hand. I pull her hand away, replacing it with a deep kiss.

I stay still, letting her adjust. Fuck. Her walls squeeze around me, gripping me like a vice. The heat, the tightness—it's almost too much. I fight the urge to move.

"Can I move a little?" I ask after a minute.

She nods.

I pull out slightly and push back in, groaning at the way she clenches around me. She flinches, a small frown on her face. I kiss the corner of her eye where a single tear escapes.

"Again?" I whisper.

She nods.

I move again, slow and careful. The frown fades from her face. She relaxes, adjusting to my size.

Then, she moans.

I smirk, satisfied. Kissing her, I start thrusting steadily, slow but deep, savoring every inch of her tight heat.

"Faster..." she breathes.

You just unleashed the beast, woman.

I grip her hips and obey.

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