novelraw Chapter 467 Fuck Me
Chapter 467 Fuck Me
Tatiana didn’t say another word.
She turned toward the door suddenly like something inside her snapped, then she walked out in rushed uneven steps. Her heels clicked fast against the floor, almost out of rhythm, like she just wanted to get away from the room as quickly as possible. When she reached the door she didn’t even look back, she pulled it open and stepped out, and just before it closed behind her Liam caught a glimpse of her face.
Her eyes looked like she was about to cry.
Then the door shut.
Silence filled the room.
Liam stood there for a few seconds without moving.
His mind was still trying to catch up.
He didn’t understand what just happened.
The only thing he told her was to help him seduce Draco and bring him into the room. That was it. He didn’t force her, he didn’t threaten her, he even told her he wouldn’t let anything happen to her.
And then he touched her shoulder.
That was all.
So why the hell did she react like that?
Why break his bones because of it?
His brows slowly pulled together as something began to feel off. Not just strange, but wrong in a way that didn’t make sense.
Then it hit him.
Something very weird was going on.
"What the fuck..." he muttered under his breath.
He slowly lifted his hand in front of his face.
His wrist was still twisted at an unnatural angle.
His finger...
Still broken.
Bone still slightly exposed.
No healing.
Nothing.
Liam’s expression darkened immediately.
This wasn’t normal.
Not even close.
He had taken far worse injuries before and they healed almost instantly. His regeneration had always been one of the most reliable things about his system.
But right now...
Nothing.
No movement.
No closing wounds.
No regeneration.
"This is strange..." he said quietly.
The first thing he did was grab his wrist and force it back into place.
A sickening crack echoed through the room as the bone snapped back.
Liam clenched his jaw hard but didn’t make a sound.
Then his attention moved to his finger.
The broken one.
The one with bone sticking out.
He grabbed it.
Took a breath.
Then tried to push it back into place.
The moment he did...
Pain exploded through his hand.
"Arghhh..."
The sound forced its way out of him before he could stop it. He immediately bit down hard, stuffing the rest of the scream in his throat.
Blood dripped from his finger.
Fell onto the floor.
Drop by drop.
Liam’s breathing grew heavier.
"What the fuck..." he whispered again.
Why did it hurt this much?
It was just a broken finger.
He had experienced far worse without even reacting.
But this...
This felt raw.
Sharp.
Unfiltered.
Like his body was actually feeling the full extent of the injury without anything dulling it.
Something was definitely wrong.
Liam’s eyes hardened.
"What the fuck just happened?" he asked.
[Ding]
A translucent window opened in front of him.
The system interface appeared clean and structured like always, the text sharp and clear.
⸻
Ding!
[SYSTEM NOTICE]
Host has been affected by an external skill.
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Liam frowned.
"Affected?" he repeated.
Then his eyes narrowed.
"By what?"
⸻
Ding!
[SYSTEM RESPONSE]
Skill Identified: Rot Touch
Classification: Passive Skill
Source: Tatiana
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Liam blinked.
Then his expression shifted into pure confusion mixed with irritation.
"Passive skill?" he said. "What the fuck is that?"
The system responded immediately, its tone calm and direct as always.
⸻
Ding!
[SYSTEM EXPLANATION]
Passive Skills are abilities that remain continuously active without requiring manual activation by the user.
These skills do not consume energy during use and are permanently in effect once acquired.
They automatically influence the user’s environment, body, or interactions without conscious effort.
Passive Skills can enhance, suppress, or alter natural abilities of both the user and external targets depending on their nature.
They cannot be turned off unless nullified by a higher level ability or system override.
⸻
Ding!
Liam listened carefully.
Then his eyes sharpened slightly as something connected in his mind.
"So my regeneration is a passive skill, right?"
[Ding]
⸻
[SYSTEM CONFIRMATION]
Correct.
Your Regeneration Ability is classified as a Passive Skill.
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Liam’s jaw tightened.
"Then why the fuck am I not healing?"
[Ding]
He immediately frowned.
"Hey... can you stop with the annoying Ding sound every time you answer me?"
There was a brief pause.
Then the system responded again.
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[SYSTEM RESPONSE UPDATED]
Acknowledged. Notification tone reduced.
Reason for inability to heal:
Host has been affected by the Passive Skill Rot Touch.
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Liam’s eyes focused on the words.
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[SKILL DESCRIPTION: ROT TOUCH]
Type: Passive
Effect: Disables or suppresses all forms of regeneration in targets upon physical contact.
Additional Effects:
• Increases pain sensitivity in affected areas
• Prevents natural or enhanced healing processes
• Duration is fixed upon activation
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Liam exhaled slowly.
Now it made sense.
"So she has a passive skill called Rot Touch..." he muttered.
"A skill that stops regeneration."
His eyes dropped to his injured hand again.
That explained everything.
The pain.
The lack of healing.
The raw feeling of the injury.
All of it.
Liam flexed his fingers slightly but immediately stopped when the pain shot through again.
"Then how long is this going to be active for?" he asked.
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[SYSTEM RESPONSE]
Duration: 48 hours
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Liam froze.
His eyes widened slightly.
"Forty eight hours?"
He let out a short laugh that carried no humor.
"Fuck me..."
Liam stood there for a moment longer, his eyes still locked on his injured hand before he slowly lifted his wrist and checked the time.
Forty minutes.
That was all he had left before the party started.
Forty minutes to fix a plan that had just fallen apart.
Forty minutes to deal with an injury that refused to heal.
Forty minutes without Tatiana.
He exhaled slowly, the tension in his chest settling into something colder, more controlled. The room felt quieter now, heavier in a way that pressed against his thoughts.
The only person who was supposed to make this easy had run off.
And now he had to do it alone.
Liam straightened his posture, forcing himself to think clearly despite the pain still pulsing through his hand. His fingers twitched slightly but the moment he moved them the sharp sting reminded him immediately of his current condition.
He clicked his tongue softly.
"I’m just going to make this work myself," he muttered.
There was no other option.
He reached up and removed his jacket first, sliding it off his shoulders and tossing it onto the couch without care. Then his hands moved to his tie. He loosened it quickly and pulled it free from his collar.
For a second he just looked at it.
Then he stuffed it into his mouth.
His jaw tightened around the fabric.
His breathing slowed.
He walked toward the table and placed his injured hand on it carefully. The broken finger rested against the flat surface, still slightly misaligned despite his earlier attempt.
The pain was still there.
Sharp.
Unforgiving.
If he tried to fix it slowly again, it would only drag out the pain.
So he made a decision.
If he couldn’t ease it back into place...
He would force it.
Liam clenched his fist slightly, positioning it above the table. His body tensed, muscles tightening as he prepared himself.
Then he slammed his hand down.
Hard.
"Aggghhhhhh...!"
The scream tore out of him but it was muffled by the tie in his mouth. His body jerked slightly from the impact as pain exploded through his hand, far worse than before.
For a moment everything blurred.
His vision shook.
But the bone snapped back into place.
He stayed there, frozen, his hand pressed against the table while his breathing turned heavy and uneven. His jaw remained locked around the tie as he forced himself not to make another sound.
A few seconds passed before he slowly pulled the tie out of his mouth.
His lips were slightly wet from the pressure of biting down so hard.
He looked at his hand.
The finger was back in place now.
But it wasn’t stable.
Not even close.
The damage was still severe. Without his regeneration working, the finger felt weak, like it could break again with the slightest wrong movement.
Blood still covered his hand.
It dripped down slowly, staining the edge of the table and falling onto the floor.
Liam glanced around the room quickly.
There was nothing useful nearby.
No proper bandage.
No medical kit.
Nothing.
So he reached for the next best option.
His own shirt.
He grabbed the fabric under his suit and pulled hard.
The sound of tearing cloth filled the room as he ripped a strip from it. The cool air hit his skin immediately but he ignored it completely.
His focus stayed on his hand.
He wrapped the torn cloth tightly around his injured finger, securing it firmly to keep it from moving too much. His movements were careful but quick, each touch sending small waves of pain through his hand.
Once it was tight enough, he stopped.
The finger was now supported.
Protected, at least for now.
Liam flexed his hand.
He lowered his hand slowly and looked around the room again.
The place was a mess now.
Drops of blood marked the floor.
The table had streaks of red across its surface.
Even his clothes were stained.
But none of that mattered.
His attention shifted back to the bigger problem.
The plan.
The original plan depended on Tatiana.
Without her, the entire setup collapsed.
No distraction.
No easy way to get Draco into the room.
No smooth execution.
Liam leaned back slightly and exhaled again, his mind already moving through possibilities.
He had to change it.
Completely.
His eyes moved across the room, scanning every detail like he was looking for something that wasn’t there yet.
The chair tied with rope.
The IV fluid.
The syringe.
The small glass bottle.
Everything he prepared suddenly felt incomplete.
Useless without the right setup.
He clenched his jaw slightly.
"How the hell am I going to pull this off..." he muttered under his breath.
Then his gaze dropped to his hand again.
His right hand.
Damaged.
Barely usable.
Which meant everything now depended on his left.
He lifted it slowly, staring at it for a second.
One hand.
Against an entire gang.
Against Draco.
Liam let out a quiet breath.
Then his eyes hardened.
He had done worse before.
But this...
This was going to be different.