"You boys are so sweet," Lyra whispered, her voice soft and sugary, dripping like honey as she walked between the two guards. Their hands gripped her waist, one on each side, their rough fingers digging into her hips like they thought they were in charge.
But she was the one steering them, guiding them off toward the trees with every swaying step, her red dress brushing their legs. They didn't even notice how she'd flipped the game—they just grinned, thinking they'd scored big.
"Comfort me properly, okay?" she said, glancing up at them with a pout, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders as she batted her lashes, playing the heartbroken card to perfection.
"We will, don't worry," the first guard said quick, his voice thick with excitement as he squeezed her side, his eyes already roaming over her like she was a prize he couldn't wait to unwrap.
"Yeah, don't worry about a thing," the second one added, nodding fast, his grin stretching wide as he kept pace, his hand sliding a little lower on her ass, testing his luck.
Meanwhile, I was making my move. My boots scuffed the sand as I walked toward the metal door, hands shoved deep in my pockets, keeping it cool.
The third guard—Arthur—was still leaning against the frame, his head tipped back, eyes half-closed like he was dozing off again. The wind rustled the coconut trees overhead, the waves crashing steady in the background, covering the faint crunch of my steps.
"Hmm?" His eyes snapped open as I got close, catching me in his sights. He straightened up fast, pulling his gun from his belt and aiming it square at my chest. "Who are you? And why the hell are you here?" he barked, his voice heavy, his finger twitching near the trigger.
I tilted my head toward the door, casual as anything. "To go inside that door you're guarding," I said, my tone flat, like it was no big deal.
He snorted, his lip curling as he glared at me. "It's not for some random fucker. It's for elites only." He waved the gun a little, like it was supposed to scare me off. "Now you can fuck off, yeah?"
I let out a slow "Sighhhh…I wonder if Lyra by any chance took them too far. I have to return here fast as well." I said and turned to my left, like I was about to walk away toward the trees.
He shifted, following my move, his gun still up—and then
*GUSH*. In a blink, his head was gone, sliced clean off his shoulders, tumbling to the sand with a dull thud.
Blood sprayed quick, splattering the door, and his body slumped lifeless against it, the gun clattering down beside him. He didn't even get a chance to react—I'm that fast. He never saw it coming, didn't catch a glimpse of the shadow mystic I'd flicked out from my sleeve, sharp and silent as it did the job.
Back by the trees, Lyra had the other two guards hooked.
"Hey… I think this is far enough," she said, turning to face them, her back pressing against a rough trunk. She glanced over her shoulder, checking the distance. "Your friend won't hear anything from here, right?"
"Yeah, no problem," the first guard said, grinning as he set his rifle down against a nearby tree, his hands already itching to get back on her. "This spot's perfect."
"Yeah, it's good here," the second one agreed, copying his buddy and dropping his own gun, his eyes glued to her as she shifted against the bark. "Nice and private."
Lyra smiled, slow and sultry, her fingers sliding to the knot at her waist.
"Good," she purred, tugging it loose with a quick pull. The red dress slipped down her body, pooling at her feet in a soft heap, leaving her standing there in red laced sexy lingerie—lace hugging her curves, barely covering her boobs and hips.
The guards' jaws dropped, drool practically spilling out as they stared, their hands hovering like they couldn't decide where to start.
"Damn…" the first one muttered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes wide as he took her in, the moonlight glinting off her skin. "You're… uh… wow."
"Comfort time, boys," she teased, leaning back against the tree, her voice low and inviting as she arched a little, letting them ogle. "Don't keep a girl waiting."
"Hell yeah," the second guard said, stepping closer, his grin turning greedy as he reached for her, his buddy right behind him, both of them too distracted to hear the faint thump of Arthur's body hitting the sand back by the door.
"Take care of me… properly…" Lyra said, her voice soft and flirty, dripping with that sultry edge as she glanced up at the two guards.
She leaned against the coconut tree, her black lingerie hugging her body tight, the lace barely covering her boobs and hips. The moonlight hit her just right, making her skin glow, and she ran a hand through her blonde hair, letting it fall messy over her shoulders as she gave them a slow, seductive look, her lips parting just a little.
The guards didn't waste a second, stepping forward with goofy grins, their hands itching to grab her. The first one reached out, his fingers hovering near her waist, his breath hitching like he couldn't believe his luck. The second one fumbled with his jacket, already half-unzipped, his eyes locked on her curves like a kid in a candy store.
But Lyra's gaze shifted past them, catching me slipping out of the darkness behind, my boots crunching faint in the sand as I closed in.
"Sighhh… you're late," she said, her tone teasing as she pushed off the tree a little, her hands resting on her hips. She shot me a quick smirk, like she'd been waiting to see how this would play out.
"Huhh!?" The first guard whipped around, his face scrunching up in confusion as he tried to figure out who she was talking to.
"What the—" Before he could finish, *Zwooop*—his head dropped clean off, rolling into the sand with a dull thud, blood spurting out in a quick arc.
The second guard barely had time to blink—*Zwooop*—and his head hit the ground too, right next to his buddy's, their bodies crumpling like ragdolls. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on Nov3lFɪre.ɴet
I moved fast, dark streak slicing the air, too quick for them to even scream.
"Sorry for that," I said, dropping to one knee in front of Lyra, grabbing her red dress from where it'd pooled at her feet. I slid it up over her hips, my fingers brushing her warm skin as I tugged it into place, tying the knot at her waist with a quick pull. "Had to clean up the mess."
"Damn...you are soo fast and strong!!! Just like that one...." She said, remembering the new of the Hero of Darkness —Zero. But she didn't say anything and watched me work, her hands resting light on my shoulders. "But it won't be a problem you just killed people." she said, her voice playful as I stood up, dusting sand off my jeans.
"Not at all. Don't worry." I said. "Let's go before the other guards notice these two are missing," I turned back toward the metal door, the waves crashing steady in the background.
But before I could take a step, Lyra grabbed me by the collar, yanking me back with a little tug, her legs swinging up to lock around my hips.
"We could have our sweet time right here, you know," she said, her voice dropping low and flirty, her lips brushing my ear as she pressed herself against me, her boobs rubbing my shirt.
She tightened her grip, her thighs squeezing me like she wasn't ready to let go.
I let out a soft "Sighhh…" and smiled, gently prying her hands off my collar. "We will, sweetheart, but not here," I said, setting her arms down easy before tangling my fingers with hers, holding her hand tight. "Let's go now." I gave a little pull, tugging her behind me as I started back toward the door.
"Sighhh… hope it's fun down there," she said, falling into step, her heels scuffing the sand as she followed, her tone light like she was half-joking, half-curious. "You're dragging me into something wild, aren't you?"
"You'll see, because even I don't know." I said over my shoulder, smirking as we reached the metal door.
It loomed in front of us, rusted and heavy, the hinges creaking loud as I grabbed the handle and yanked it open.
The metal groaned, cracking apart after a hard pull, and a dim yellow light spilled out, flickering like an old bulb struggling to stay alive. Inside, a narrow staircase stretched down into the dark, the steps worn and uneven, disappearing somewhere below the sand.
"Whoa…" Lyra breathed, peering past me, her eyes widening as she took it in. "This looks sketchy as hell."
"Let's go," I said, glancing at her, my voice steady as I nodded toward the stairs.
She nodded back, forcing a big smile, her face shifting to look focused, though I could tell she was treating it like a game—some fun little adventure I'd roped her into.
"Yeah, let's do it," she said, stepping closer, her hand still in mine.
I took the first step down, pulling her along, the yellow light swallowing us as the door thudded shut behind.