Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System

Chapter 173: Sore Shoulders Under Moonlight

Sore Shoulders Under Moonlight

"Julian, open up, I need to talk to you."

Bianca De Dominicis’s voice drifted from outside the door, soft yet urgent in the quiet of the night.

"Looking for me?"

Julian D’Aurelius felt a strange stir in his chest. At this late hour, what could she possibly want?

Moonlight spilled through the window lattice, painting silver bars across the floor as he hurried to the door and opened it.

Standing there, Bianca looked... troubled.

Her long red hair spilled over her shoulders in slight disarray, as though she had been tossing about in thought before coming here. Those crimson eyes held a teasing light beneath the faint distress.

She stepped in, one hand clutching her stomach dramatically before collapsing onto Julian’s bed with exaggerated weakness.

"Julian... my stomach hurts."

Julian stared at her for a moment, arms folding over his chest.

"My room has become a clinic now?" he asked dryly.

Bianca peeked at him from the pillow. "What, I can’t come seek the Miracle Doctor Amara’s rival disciple when I’m suffering?"

Julian raised a brow and moved closer, studying her.

"Are you here to sleep?"

His tone carried suspicion.

Bianca pressed a hand over her heart in mock offense.

"How heartless. A sick woman comes to you and the first thing you think is that she wants to steal your bed?"

Julian leaned down, golden eyes narrowing.

"And yet... your acting is terrible."

"You catch my lie."

Bianca snorted and gave Julian an adorable eye roll.

Julian chuckled twice.

He had only glanced at her belly and already sensed nothing was wrong. Thanks to his mastery from the Miracle Medicine Record and ancient medicine understanding, he could tell her health was excellent.

She was acting.

Deliberately.

He crossed his arms.

"So if your stomach doesn’t hurt, why are you really here?"

Bianca rolled onto her side, propping her head on one hand.

Her smile turned sly.

"Maybe I missed you."

Julian nearly choked.

"Maybe," she continued, voice dropping, "I wanted to see if a certain man would let me into his room at night."

He gave her a long look.

"You’re dangerous."

"Only to men who blush too easily."

Then she laughed softly and surrendered.

"Alright, I’ll come clean. I’m here to give you a massage."

Julian blinked.

"A massage?"

His curiosity sharpened.

"What kind of massage arrives by pretending to have stomach pain?"

Bianca patted her shoulder.

"Help me rub my shoulders first. They’re really sore... then I’ll tell you."

She turned slightly, exposing the graceful line of her neck.

Julian frowned.

"What happened to your shoulders? Didn’t sleep well?"

Bianca sighed dramatically.

"Not really."

Then, with deliberate shamelessness, she cupped her breasts lightly with both hands and said with utter seriousness,

"My good figure and big boobs are a burden. My shoulders bear a heavy load."

Silence.

Then Julian’s eyes betrayed him.

His gaze instinctively slipped downward before he quickly looked away.

( Wow, they are indeed quite big soft boobs, but still a bit smaller compared to Little Amara. )

Bianca caught the glance instantly.

Her lips curved.

"See something worth diagnosing, Doctor?"

Julian coughed.

( But still it’s big. I want cup her both breast between my hand and it’s normal for her shoulders to be sore with such a size. )

His ears heated.

Bianca suddenly leaned closer.

"Well?"

Julian exhaled.

"Alright, let me help you with that."

Bianca turned around and sat before him.

"Be gentle," she whispered. "These shoulders carry tragedy."

"And ego," Julian muttered.

Tangling moonlight with perfume, the room seemed warmer.

Julian walked over and placed his hands on Bianca’s shoulders, gently kneading them with just the right amount of pressure.

His fingers pressed into tense muscles with precise skill.

Ancient medicine technique blended with instinct.

Bianca’s back shivered.

"Mnhhh... anhhh..."

The sound was soft, dangerously soft.

Julian stiffened.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

She shook her head slowly.

"It feels... too good."

He continued.

Her breathing deepened.

"Mnhhh... ahnh..."

The perfect touch made Bianca hum in comfort.

She tilted her head back slightly, red hair brushing Julian’s wrist.

After hearing her hum a few times, Julian stopped and said helplessly,

"Could you be a bit quieter?"

Bianca opened one eye lazily.

"Why?"

"Because you sound..."

He couldn’t finish.

She grinned wickedly.

"But I can’t help it, I’ll try to be quieter... mnhhhh... anhhh... and don’t stop, keep going."

"Anhhh..."

"Ah..."

"Oh..."

"..."

Julian nearly lost composure.

"Bianca."

"Yes?"

"You’re doing this on purpose."

"Maybe."

Her smile was audible.

After massaging for about ten minutes, Julian couldn’t take any more of her moans.

( Damn it, you’re feeling good. )

( If I keep going with her moans, my blood is going to rush in lower body then today literally I commit sin. )

He abruptly stepped back.

"That’s enough."

Julian released Bianca’s shoulders.

She let out a dissatisfied little sound.

"So cruel. Just when I was floating."

Julian looked away.

"For my own survival."

Bianca stretched lazily, every line of her voluptuous frame carrying feline satisfaction.

She looked much more relaxed.

Then she gave Julian a sly smile.

"You’re being so nice to me today... are you expecting some kind of reward?"

Julian’s heart skipped.

"What kind of reward?"

He rubbed his hands together with mock seriousness, looking almost expectant.

"Something worthy of a healer’s service fee."

Bianca leaned closer.

"Oh? And what fee does Young Master Julian desire?"

( Come on, you beast... maybe a kiss. )

His thoughts betrayed him.

Bianca suddenly burst into laughter as if hearing every sinful word.

"You’re too easy to read."

Julian coughed.

"I said nothing."

"Your face did."

She glanced at him and chuckled.

"Check your phone later."

Before he could ask what that meant—

She rose lightly and bounced toward the door.

Then suddenly turned.

Julian barely had time to react.

She stepped in close and pressed a quick kiss against his cheek.

Soft.

Warm.

Dangerous.

A faint lipstick mark remained.

Bianca whispered against his ear,

"Consider that an advance payment."

Then she fled before he could catch her.

The door closed.

Julian stood frozen.

Twice in one day.

Twice this girl had kissed him.

He touched the mark on his cheek.

"What is wrong with this woman..."

Yet he was smiling.

He took out his phone and sat on the bed waiting.

His heart was strangely restless.

Minutes passed.

Then the screen lit up.

A message from Bianca.

"If you can’t sleep tonight still thinking about me?"

Julian stared.

Then another came.

"Hehe, I can help you, just ask me and I come to your room."

Julian took a deep breath.

His fingers tightened around the phone.

Is she mocking a man’s dignity?

For something like this... she dares make him beg?

He muttered through clenched teeth,

"This woman..."

Then typed.

"Not need."

Two cold words.

He sent them angrily.

Then leaned back as though victorious.

A second later—

Typing...

The chat box showed she was typing.

Julian narrowed his eyes.