She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 492: Crimson Veil

"Die—! Die you bastard—!! I’ll kill you—!! I’ll fucking kill both of you—!!"

Marcus roared like a mad beast as he threw himself at Alex with everything he had.

His fists flew wildly, empowered by the surging medicine in his veins. Each punch carried raw, unnatural strength... cracking the air with force far beyond what he had ever possessed before.

Alex’s eyes narrowed slightly. He deflected every wild swing with casual, almost bored precision, his hands moving like lightning to block and redirect the blows.

’Interesting...’ Alex thought, a faint flicker of surprise crossing his face. ’These attacks are heavier than before. Adrenaline? Or is the little cuck finally snapping?’

But Marcus only grew angrier at how easily Alex defended himself.

The humiliation of being toyed with... of watching his enemy casually swat away his desperate attacks while Sophia knelt at his feet... fueled a fresh wave of blind fury.

His attacks became even more ferocious. Faster. Heavier. Each punch carried the full force of his rage and the medicine burning through his body. The air whistled as his fists cut through it, his broken body moving with a savage, almost animalistic power.

Alex blocked another powerful strike, and this time his expression changed.

’This isn’t just adrenaline anymore...’

The force behind Marcus’s blows had increased noticeably again. Alex felt the impact reverberate through his arm, a subtle but unmistakable surge of power that shouldn’t have been possible from a beaten, half-dead man.

His smirk faded into a more focused, calculating look as he continued deflecting the onslaught with precise, efficient movements... still completely in control, but now genuinely intrigued.

’Enough playing around.’

Alex’s eyes sharpened. In the next instant, he stopped holding back.

With a single, explosive step forward, he slammed a powerful palm strike into Marcus’s chest. The impact sent Marcus flying backward like a ragdoll, crashing hard into the wall with a sickening thud.

But in mere seconds, Marcus stood up again.

He rose slowly, blood dripping from his mouth, yet his posture was strangely steady. A twisted, defiant smirk crept across his battered face as he looked at Alex.

"Not bad..." he spat, voice hoarse but filled with forced bravado. "But you’ll have to do better than that to defeat me, you bastard."

Without waiting for a reply, Marcus shot forward once again, fueled by rage and the unnatural power surging through his veins. He launched a furious barrage of punches, each one carrying more strength than the last, his movements faster and more aggressive than before.

Alex’s expression remained calm on the surface, but a faint flicker of intrigue crossed his eyes as he deflected Marcus’s attacks.

’Hm?’ Alex thought, narrowing his gaze slightly. ’How can he recover so quickly...? Despite getting hit this badly...’

His eyes then flicked briefly to the floor where Marcus had been lying moments ago. A small, empty glass bottle lay there, its faint red residue still visible.

’Ah...’ A cold understanding dawned on him.

’So this bastard took some kind of medicine... Strength enhancer or pain numbing... ’

’Interesting.’

Alex made a mental note. ’I’ll have to be more careful with these types in the future.’

’Let’s end this crap.’

With that thought, Alex stopped playing around completely. In one explosive burst of speed, he blasted forward and delivered a devastating palm strike to Marcus’s chest, sending him flying across the room once again.

Before Marcus could even slide to the floor, Alex was already on him... delivering a brutal knee to the gut, followed by a vicious elbow to the jaw that snapped his head sideways.

Marcus gasped, blood spraying from his mouth as he crumpled.

Alex stood over him, breathing steady, completely dominant. He glanced down at himself... still naked, cock half-hard and twitching up and down with every movement... and let out a low, self-amused chuckle.

"Fighting naked with a hard-on... This is a new low even for me," he muttered, shaking his head with dark humor. "You really know how to ruin the mood, Marcus."

He cracked his knuckles, eyes cold once more as he looked down at the broken man at his feet.

"But I’m done playing."

Alex’s eyes turned cold and ruthless.

Without another word, he exploded forward.

His fists became a merciless blur as he unleashed a devastating barrage of punches on Marcus. Each strike landed with brutal precision and overwhelming power — one to the face, another to the ribs, then the jaw, the stomach, the cheek. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the room like rapid thunder.

Marcus didn’t even have time to scream.

In mere seconds, Alex punched him countless times... a relentless, savage onslaught that left no part of his face or upper body untouched. Blood sprayed with every impact. Teeth flew from Marcus’s mouth, clattering onto the marble floor like broken pearls. His nose shattered. His cheekbone cracked. His eyes swelled shut almost instantly.

When Alex finally stepped back, Marcus collapsed like a broken doll.

He lay in a growing pool of his own blood, face unrecognizable... swollen, cut, and battered beyond recognition. Blood poured from his mouth, nose, and multiple gashes. His breathing was shallow and ragged, barely audible.

Alex stood over him, breathing steady, not even a drop of sweat on his body. He flexed his knuckles once, glancing down at the ruined man with cold indifference.

"Pathetic," he muttered.

Sophia slowly rose from her knees, cum still dripping down her chin and breasts as she walked gracefully toward the two men. Her eyes first landed on Alex — tall, powerful, and completely naked, his body glistening with a light sheen of sweat, muscles flexing as he stood over Marcus’s broken form.

A sultry, hungry smile spread across her lips.

"How sexy you look while fighting naked..." she purred, biting her lower lip seductively as her gaze shamelessly roamed over his body. "So strong... so dominant... It makes me wet just watching you."

She turned her head toward Marcus’s bloodied, crumpled form on the floor. There was no sympathy in her eyes. Not even a trace of pity. Only cold indifference mixed with mild amusement.

"So... you took the Crimson Veil," she said softly, almost mockingly, "and you actually drank it. How courageous..."

Marcus, still on the floor, bloodied and trembling with rage, suddenly fired back with vicious fury.

"What the fuck does it have to do with you, you whore?!" he screamed, pointing a shaking finger at her. "You fucking traitor! You’re the one who spread your legs for him like a cheap slut!"

Sophia stared at him for a moment... then burst into laughter.

A soft, genuine, delighted laugh that echoed through the ruined suite.

"Of course it has to do with me," she said sweetly, tilting her head with mock innocence. "Aren’t you like this because of me?"

She took a slow step closer, looking down at his broken, bloodied form with cruel satisfaction.

"You look really pathetic like this, Marcus... I always wished to see you like this. Broken. Humiliated. And completely destroyed."

She laughed again, lighter this time, clearly enjoying every second.

"I never wished for my greatest enemy to have a day this bad in their life... but here we are."

She continued, her voice dripping with mock pity as she gestured lazily at him.

"First, you fought with your best friends and beat the shit out of them... because they were trying to get your most prized thing. Then you prepared yourself to claim it... only to see it getting ruined by someone else. And not just anyone... your greatest enemy."

She smiled, eyes sparkling with dark delight.

"How pathetic..."

Sophia slowly turned toward Alex, her cum-covered body still flushed with arousal. She pressed herself against his side, running her soft hand down his chest as she explained in a low, intimate voice.

"That was the Crimson Veil," she purred. "A rare medicine that temporarily boosts one’s cultivation by one full level below the Apex Realm. It’s incredibly powerful... but very dangerous. It has many side effects. The worst one is on the mind. If the user feels intense negative emotions for a long time... rage, humiliation, despair... it can drive them completely insane."

Alex listened carefully, his expression turning thoughtful. He nodded slowly, understanding the implications.

"So our friend here must be feeling those feelings right now..." Sophia continued, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She leaned in closer, whispering hotly into Alex’s ear while her hand slid down his body, wrapping around his thick, still-hard cock.

"Why not heighten it even more...?"

She gave his shaft a slow, teasing stroke, then turned around gracefully. Dropping to her knees in front of him, she arched her back and presented herself in a perfect doggy-style position — ass up, face down, legs spread invitingly.

Her voice turned breathy and needy as she looked back at him over her shoulder.

"Please, Master... fuck me. Claim me completely. Ruin me in front of him. Make him watch how a real man takes what he could never have."