Chapter 750 Ploy

Chapter 750 Ploy

"Spotless" was the first word that came to Khan's mind. His eyes were the only source of illumination in the room. Yet, even without their blue glow, he could see perfectly and confirm that Amy was flawless.

Amy's porcelain skin stretched through the entirety of her body. She didn't have a single spot, scar, or hair, and her whiteness reflected Khan's light, illuminating her figure.

Amy's figure also had proper curves in all the right places. She wasn't overly sensual, but her chest and butt conveyed perfect fullness. Her flat and tense waist balanced those features, telling Khan that everything about her was smooth and firm.

The slightly embarrassed aura enhanced the scene. Amy had always looked like a naïve princess, but exposing herself to Khan had given birth to some fear. It seemed the gesture had taken all her courage, but her determination didn't waver.

Khan had been in a romantic relationship long enough to move past certain aspects. All his interactions with Monica had intense love at their foundation but had lost a level of purity. A lot was sensual, driven by sheer desire and temptation.

Instead, Amy now stood before Khan like the purest fruit in the universe. Seizing her felt like a sin, intensifying the overall desire behind the gesture. She was almost begging to be tainted, and Khan couldn't help but feel tempted for a second.

The temptation could have many reasons. Khan's urges were basically bottomless, and he had gone from a long cohabitation to a mission on an alien planet. He had moved from one extreme to the other, and his needs had only grown stronger every day.

The tipsiness could also explain that temptation. Booze could make the best people commit mistakes, and Khan wasn't a stranger to them. His first kiss with Monica happened during a similar instance when his intoxicated state had overcome his self-restraint.

Today's events added another potential blow. Khan's mood was awful, and keeping Monica in bed for hours had always been the best cure. He was also reminiscing about the Niqols' customs, leading to those thoughts.

Ultimately, Amy was truly beautiful, and Khan's senses worsened the inspection. He could understand how good it would feel. His nose even picked up the scent of specific wetness, bringing out instincts he had no control over.

Khan slightly lost control over his expression, and Amy noticed it. She saw his arousal. She read on his face how tempted she was, but nothing seemed able to break his sitting position. So, Amy seized the initiative, stepping forward and leaning toward him.

Amy's knees reached the floor as she bent forward and stretched a hand toward Khan's chest. He never took his eyes off her, and her face told a story he could read. She wanted that far more than him, and her fingers continued to advance as if drawn by an unstoppable force.

Khan grabbed Amy's wrist before she could lay her hand on his chest, but his grip was soft. It carried no strength or forcefulness, and Amy couldn't help but look at his face in confusion. The gesture also brought a tinge of happiness since he seemed to accept her.

The happiness intensified as Khan placed his bottle on the floor and stretched his free arm toward Amy. His fingers reached her face, and she closed her eyes to savor that physical contact.

Khan suddenly pushed Amy, releasing her. She fell on her naked butt and hurriedly retreated until her back hit the metal door. Terror still invaded her, so she mustered her strength to stand up in an attempt to put as much distance between Khan and her.

Nevertheless, Amy didn't dare to do anything else. She was too frightened to try to escape Khan's quarters. She could only place her hands behind her back as her breath grew ragged. Amy could feel death looming over her but had to wait for the sitting figure to announce her sentence.

"You will tell the truth and defuse any rumor that might appear," Khan ordered.

Amy only had enough strength to muster a frightened nod. Realistically, she would do and say anything to get out of that situation, but Khan saw honesty in her gesture.

"As for your fate," Khan continued. "My fiancée will decide it, and you will accept it."

Amy's world crumbled. She knew what it meant to anger a high-profile descendant from an extremely wealthy family. Her political life was over, and her family would have to pay a hefty price for her mistake. Depending on the requested retribution, it might even disappear altogether.

"Go," Khan ultimately ordered, but the atmosphere grew even heavier when he saw Amy trying to open the metal door. She was still naked, and Khan couldn't let his companions see a similar scene.

"Dress up first," Khan ordered again, and Amy felt compelled to comply.

A humiliating scene unfolded. Amy felt tears accumulating in her eyes but didn't dare to utter a sound as she retrieved her clothes. She was showing her back to Khan but could sense his piercing eyes inspecting her every move.

After dressing up, Amy thought about reaching for the door, but another worry popped into her mind. She was sharp enough to understand what the situation demanded from her, so she turned to show herself to Khan.

Khan inspected Amy's attire to check for troublesome details. An untidy uniform or similar features could still fuel eventual rumors, and he couldn't have that.

"Adjust your hair," Khan demanded, and Amy complied, using her fingers to straighten the mess caused by his hand.

"Turn," Khan added once Amy completed the job. She obeyed, and Khan checked her one last time before allowing her to leave. Needless to say, she stormed out as fast as possible.

A sigh escaped Khan's mouth when the door closed again. His hand reached for his forehead, but he halted the gesture when he noticed some of Amy's hair on his fingers. He quickly removed it, but his mood didn't improve.

'What the fuck is even happening?' Khan cursed. 'I need to leave this place.'

Ideas and plans began to flood Khan's mind. He had reached his limit and wanted out, but things weren't simple and required careful preparations. However, unknowingly to him, that night's event put a different ploy in motion, one that already had everything ready.