Chapter 241: Luxurious Horrors
━ Lebedev Estate, Moscow ━
A shiny black Brabus G-Wagon drove slowly through the snowy roads of the Lebedev Estate.
It was still very early in the morning, so its headlights lit up the winter scenery.
Inside the SUV was very warm thanks to the heater.
Emma sat comfortably in the passenger seat, holding a small ceramic bowl on her lap. Steam rose from the dish as she shoveled another bite into her mouth and savored the Russian delicacy with delight.
Mmmm~
The only sound for a while was the deep growl of the engine—until Scott’s brow twitched. He kept one hand on the wheel, the other running through his hair in the rearview mirror as he tried to get a stubborn strand to settle.
Then he heard it.
Munch. Munch. Munch.
His eyes slowly slid sideways.
Emma froze mid-chew under his stare, her cheeks puffed out like a guilty squirrel storing nuts for winter.
"What...?"
She mumbled, half her words swallowed by the food.
Scott said nothing.
He just side-eyed her again while steering the car along the winding snowy path.
Emma blinked rapidly.
Then, cheeks still bulging, she chewed extra fast until she swallowed in one loud gulp.
"There, I swallowed! Happy now?"
Scott didn’t answer.
Emma fidgeted, then scooped another bite and shoved the spoon obnoxiously close to his lips.
"Alright, fine, you can have some. Sharing is caring, you know."
Scott gave her a flat look and pushed the spoon away with his free hand.
"Yeah, no thanks. Eat it up, porky. Just don’t spill anything. Remember—we rented this car."
He chuckled to himself a bit.
However, Emma was not amused.
Her face was squeezed into a deep frown as she stared at him... kind of like that creepy sailor you’d run into at a deserted harbor in a horror movie.
"Hmph! Not funny! (｡•ˇ‸ˇ•｡)"
She spun her face away with a dramatic pout.
Scott chuckled again and drove on.
Soon, the Brabus pulled up to the Winterside Club gates.
Tall pine trees lined the driveway like silent guards.
He rolled down the window, showed both his ID and Emma’s, and waited while security scanned them.
A green light buzzed a moment later, and the gate slowly swung open.
Scott steered the SUV down the curved road as the thick snow sparkled under the headlights, until the mansion-like hotel finally came into view—an enormous, beautiful private retreat with warm and homey lighting.
Emma looked thoroughly amazed.
"Wow... this place is gorgeous. Peaceful too..."
She turned to him as she carefully clutched her bowl like a child with candy.
"You said Dr. Goode gave you these tickets, right? I still wonder how he even got them."
Scott casually fished out his phone with one hand to text Jake while driving with the other.
[Arrived. All good.]
Jake’s reply came instantly—
[Cool. Have fun, man. And hey—don’t attract any of those foreign women at the hotel. If possible, stay in the room with Emma the whole time. The last thing she needs is more romantic competition 😉]
Scott groaned.
[You make me sound like some Louisiana slut...]
[You might as well be 🤣]
Jake texted back.
"SON OF A—!"
Scott barked suddenly as he smacked the wheel.
Emma tilted her head at him curiously, spoon halfway to her mouth.
"Uh... are you okay?"
Scott forced out a shaky chuckle and nodded.
"Yeah, yeah. Fine."
He quickly locked his phone and stuffed it away.
"Anyway, about the tickets... Goode said he got them as a thank-you from one of his clients. Some A-list celebrity or something."
The G-Wagon purred into the parking space.
Scott braked smoothly and parked with precision.
"Alright, let’s move."
He drummed on the wheel before hopping out.
Emma did the same.
She was bundled up in layers, like a child their parents dressed up for winter—a black puffer jacket, an orange scarf that matched her pretty amber eyes, a black beanie, fingerless gloves, and a pair of olive-green cargo pants.
As usual, Scott kept it simple with a baggy white hoodie under a beige overcoat, cream-colored sweatpants, and clean white sneakers.
He tossed the car keys to a waiting staff member as others swooped in to deal with their luggage.
Together, he and Emma walked into the reception hall.
It was very warm and even homier.
Emma rubbed her stomach with a groan.
"Uuuuu...! (＞﹏＜) I know I ate already but I swear I’m still starving. You can’t blame me! No food on the flight, and we arrived before sunrise... you know that’s when my hunger’s the most dangerous."
Scott walked behind her with his hands in his pockets.
"Emma, there was food on the flight, you ate it all..."
"ARE YOU SAYING I’M FAT—!? (ﾉ≧∇≦)ﾉ"
"Gluttonous would be more appropriate... (;一_一)"
Emma gasped as she stumbled back.
"How dare you—!?"
It sounded more funny than serious.
Scott just chuckled and shook his head.
"We’ll check in first, then feed you before you eat the furniture."
He looked around the luxurious reception.
The desk was empty.
Scott pressed the small service bell. Ding.
Silence.
He tapped his foot. "Now we wait."
Emma squinted her eyes, then started tapping the bell with her super speed until sparks actually flew. BZZZT!
"Oops."
She quickly hid her hands in her pockets and glanced around innocently as she whistled off-key.
Scott pinched his nose. "Oh brother..."
That’s when Beth showed up.
The button must’ve been pressed so many times that she practically sprinted over.
But she still had a smile on her face.
Scott smiled politely.
"Sorry about that."
He gave Emma a stern look.
"I didn’t do anything. Mmmmph...! (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)"
She pouted with puffed cheeks again and turned her head away like a scolded child.
Beth’s smile faltered for just a second as her thoughts went wild.
『Oh, wow... he’s hot. Why does this place only ever bring in sexy young guys when I’m on the morning shift? My hair’s a mess, no makeup, nails looking tragic—God, kill me.』
Scott leaned casually on the counter, smiling just enough to flash his white teeth.
"Could we have our room key, please?"
Beth stiffened like cement. Her gut twisted.
『Crap, if I’d known he was the one checking in, I never would’ve given Isaac that room. I thought it’d be some middle-aged nouveau riche couple fumbling around... now I feel like the worst human alive.』
Scott tilted his head politely.
"Is everything alright?"
Beth bit her lip, then sighed.
"Well... actually, no. The only available room doesn’t have a working heater or stable electricity. I’ve been trying to get the repairman but, you know... Lebedev Estate and bad cell reception..."
She winced with every word.
Emma’s eyes narrowed.
She snatched the logbook and flipped it open.
"Wait a sec. It says we were supposed to be assigned room #15, but... according to what I’m seeing here another couple checked in an hour ago? What’s that about?"
Beth winced again.
"I... gave your room to another couple." .
She tried for a chuckle but it came out like a dying bird.
Scott sighed tiredly.
Emma saw this and slammed her fist into her palm.
"Don’t worry, babe! I’ll just drag that shameless couple out and— (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧"
Scott instantly grabbed her by the hair like a leash.
"Don’t even try it. (￢_￢)"
He gave her a heavy-lidded side stare.
"The last thing we need is enemies in a luxury hotel."
Beth flinched.
In the end, this was all her fault.
Scott turned back to her.
"Just gimme the keycard and a toolbox. I’ll handle the heater."
Emma’s pout flipped into a warm smile.
Beth blinked, slightly baffled.
"Uh... sure. Why not."
She waved over a bellhop.
"Toolbox. For him."
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Moments later—
Scott walked down the empty hallway carrying a toolbox that looked brand-new.
『They’ve never used this, have they? (;一_一)』
As he walked, a slim woman in a skimpy nightdress came stumbling toward him. Her gracefully thin arms were piled high with blankets and pillows.
It was Jenna.
"Ugh, I can’t believe Isaac actually tricked me into carrying all this crap alone..."
She angrily muttered to herself.
Scott cocked his head at the strange woman. From where he stood, all he could really see were her smooth, slender brown legs—hairless and flawless. Pretty normal for a woman who could afford this kind of luxury.
A pillow slipped to the floor.
"Oh, come on! Let’s not take a piss here!"
"Sigh~ oh boy..."
Scott sighed, stooped, and picked it up.
"Here you go, miss."
He placed it gently back on her pile.
The woman blinked, startled.
"Oh! Thank you... uhm... stranger...?"
She tried to look back and see who it was.
"I didn’t even realize anyone was there."
Scott just smiled faintly.
"Don’t worry about it."
He passed her and walked into Room #14.
Jenna huffed her way into Room #15, then dumped the pile onto the floor.
"Hmph!"
She planted her hands on her wide hips dramatically.
But Isaac barely looked up from the lounge chair, where he ate chicken salad while watching finance news.
"Yeah, yeah. Gimme a sec, babe."
He waved her off like background noise.
Jenna’s cheeks puffed out in fury as her lips pushed forward in a pout she didn’t even notice. With a sharp roll of her eyes, she stomped into the kitchen to dice onions, grumbling under her breath.
Jenna’s caramel-colored cheeks puffed up in anger as her strawberry lips jutted forward in a pout she didn’t even realize she was making. With an annoyed eye-roll, she stomped into the kitchen and started chopping onions while grumbling under her breath.
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Emma strolled around the reception, pacing a little just to keep herself busy. Her eyes wandered over the sleek, simple designs. It wasn’t flashy, but everything gave off the kind of quiet, expensive feel that only real money could buy.
Then something caught her attention.
Floating in the center of a small glass stand was a strange octagonal disc, suspended inside an anti-gravity energy sphere projected by a tiny device beneath it. The disc rotated slowly as alien symbols glowed faintly along three of its edges.
She couldn’t understand these phrases yet somehow felt like they were whispering directly to her.
Emma tilted her head, staring at it longer than she meant to.
It was weird, but... the longer she looked, the stronger the urge became to reach out and touch it.
"Interested in that?"
Emma jolted upright, startled. She turned to see Beth standing beside her with a professional smile.
"Oh, uh—"
Emma chuckled stiffly, scratching the back of her neck.
"A bit of history wouldn’t be bad, I guess... ehehe..."
She pointed awkwardly at the floating disc, as if she needed proof she wasn’t just loitering around.
Beth rubbed her chin, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"History? Mmm, not sure about that. It sounds more like a comedy script if anything. From what I remember, one of our hotel’s co-owners brought it in and had us take care of it for months. Claimed it was alien tech."
She leaned closer with a small smirk.
"But apparently, he got scammed. Paid something like nine million dollars for it."
Emma blinked.
"Nine million?!"
She let out a half-disbelieving laugh.
"That... actually makes me feel better. (￣▽￣*)ゞ I once got scammed into buying some ’modern art’ piece. A banana taped to a wall."
She groaned, pressing a hand to her forehead.
"Two million dollars. And then my nephew ate the damn banana the next morning."
Beth burst into soft laughter, covering her mouth.
"Oh no..."
"Yeah."
Emma scratched her head, looking like she still couldn’t forgive her own stupidity.
"Don’t even remind me."
Beth’s laughter softened into a smile.
"According to the lore..."
She followed up with air quotes.
"This thing supposedly contains the consciousness of some alien general. Supposedly encoded with over ten petabytes of neural data."
She shrugged.
"Sounds dumb, right? Feels more like a sci-fi bedtime story than anything real."
Emma giggled as she rolled her eyes.
"Honestly, if that’s true, then I’m officially retiring from human society."
"Well—"
Beth clasped her hands lightly.
"How about I get you a cup of tea while you wait for your boyfriend? Can’t have a guest standing too long, or management will have my head."
Before Emma could say anything, footsteps sounded in the hallway. A middle-aged Armenian politician showed up with his arm around a stunning model dressed in a soft winter robe. He had a smug, oily grin on his face, the kind that gave off both power and sleaze right away.
Emma and Beth’s eyes went down at the same time.
He wasn’t just holding her waist.
His hand was shoved up inside her robe as his wet fingers shamelessly caressed her soft, sensitive spot. The model’s face burned red and her lips parted as hot, shaky breaths pushed out with each moan. She tried to hide it with light giggles, but the sound only made her look even more turned on, especially with the way her luscious thighs pressed tightly together.
Emma cringed. Beth’s lips tightened.
The politician didn’t even care.
He kept fondling her in full view as his eyes lingered on Emma with a perverted grin.
"When will our Russian chef be here? I’m starving. And so is my beautiful woman."
He shoved his fingers deeper inside her hole.
The model gasped and arched against him.
Beth forced a strained smile.
"He’ll be here soon. Along with the personal masseuse you requested."
But the man wasn’t listening.
His eyes stayed on Emma, and the hungry way he licked his lips made her chest tighten with disgust.
Emma exhaled through her nose, straightened her shoulders, and said dryly—
"I should go check what my BOYFRIEND is doing."
She emphasized the word with a glare before walking off.
The politician’s grin widened. He didn’t even try to hide his arousal as he watched her leave. Turning back to the model, he mashed a sloppy kiss against her open mouth that made Beth flinch and glance away.
『Uoorghh—so gross!』
Beth shivered as she held back her vomit.
And then—
FZZZZAT!
The octagonal disc inside the energy sphere twisted as though its surface had turned liquid, rippling like mercury. A surge of electric energy shot out to streak across the room before vanishing into the back of the model’s head.
Her eyes snapped open.
It glowed an unnatural, bright blue.
Her skin darkened into a faint tan as her muscles tightened beneath her delicate body.
The politician’s grin shook as the model’s fingers clamped down on his wrist.
KRAAAAK!
A grip so hard it nearly snapped a bone.
"Ahh—! My arm!"
He yelped in pain as she ripped his hand out of her robe.
The model’s lips curled into a dangerous smile.
Her voice was no longer sweet—it felt like a ruthless general was issuing a command.
"Let’s take this upstairs, male filth."
The man’s pained expression turned submissive.
He actually liked it.
"Yes... mama."
Without another word, the model scooped him up like he was a bag of feathers and headed up the stairs.
His face was giddy. Hers was predatory.
Beth was too busy looking away to care.
･･･
Meanwhile, upstairs—
Emma pushed open the door to their suite.
"Scott, you won’t believe what this weird old man with the roundest pot belly just told me. I swear—"
Her words stumbled on her tongue.
The suite felt warm, which meant the heater was finally working again. The lights were on too, and the TV was already tuned to the business channel, so the power had clearly come back.
And Scott stood at the center of the room, casually smiling at her.
"Power’s back. Heater’s working too."
He spread his hands proudly.
"I’m kind of a specialist when it comes to this... but you already knew that."
Emma’s lips curled into a wide smile.
Just seeing him safe and relaxed made her chest warm.
For Scott, making her smile—that was the whole point of this vacation.
Hours later, after room service had wheeled in a spread of gourmet dishes and vintage wine, Emma lounged in a bathrobe while Scott sat hunched over his laptop as he scrolled through notes on Amalie and her mysterious past with Crowe Enterprises.
Emma had been the one eating.
By dawn, steam rolled out of the bathroom as Emma walked out with a towel in her hands to rub her damp hair dry. She gave her reflection a quick smirk before turning to Scott with a teasing look in her eyes.
"Oh, Scott~ ❤️"
Her robe slipped off her shoulders and slid down her curvy body to reveal her nakedness.
Scott barely glanced up.
"Uhm... just gimme a sec, Emma."
He scribbled notes down.
Her smile dropped instantly.
"You’ve got a naked woman in front of you, and you’re still acting dull?"
That made him pause.
He finally looked up—only to freeze.
His eyes couldn’t stop looking at her attractive crotch that was smooth and soft.
"Mmm~"
He licked his lips.
"I wouldn’t mind you sleeping like this."
Emma smirked as she folded her arms under her wet, bouncing breasts.
"As if I’d risk that in this weather."
She covered her giggle with her fingers.
Scott got up from the bed.
"Then allow me to fix that."
He grabbed her skimpy purple nightdress.
She let out a soft, happy gasp as he slipped the dress over her head as his hands brushed gently down her sides. Once the dress settled neatly over her curves, Emma grew excited and wrapped him in a tight hug.
"You look perfect, naked or not..."
He whispered against her ear as his hands slid lower to finally cup her ass with a rough kind of passion. To Scott, it felt like holding two thick slabs of butter wrapped tight as his fingers sunk deep into the soft flesh. The sensation had him grinding his bulge against her crotch, and the pressure made Emma bite her lower lip.
"Mmmnnn~ ❤️"
She suppressed her moan.
Scott whispered some more—
"But I prefer things easy to pull off."
Emma’s breath hitched.
"You bad, bad boy~ ❤️"
But then—
AHHHHHHHHHHHH—!!
A man’s hair-raising scream tore through the hotel.
Emma flinched as her heart skipped.
"What the hell was that?"
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Just moments earlier, in one of the high suites at the very top of the mansion-like hotel, the stunning model had tossed the submissive politician down onto the bed. He barely had a chance to breathe, let alone act, before she grabbed at his robes and tore them clean off his body to leave him totally exposed.
Without hesitation, she ripped away her own robes too.
Her skin was darker and she was buffer.
Her eyes were blue and her hair had grown thicker.
She narrowed her stare at him.
"You should be grateful. Terran trash like you doesn’t deserve the pleasure of a Pontiach."
She spat directly on his face.
Instead of recoiling, the man actually leaned forward as he desperately tried to lick at the spit.
"DO IT AGAIN—!"
The man begged as if it were sacred nectar.
But before he could so much as move another inch, the woman climbed onto the bed. She straddled him and lowered her full weight onto his crotch in one brutal motion.
KRAAAAAK!!
His pelvis gave way instantly.
KRAPAKAAAKA—!
His bones snapped like twigs.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH—!!"
He screamed as his eyes rolled back and turned white from the sheer agony.
He coughed until his mouth foamed.
The model didn’t stop. Her hand shot to his throat and gripped so tightly that the skin split and his windpipe ruptured under the pressure. His entire body trembled beneath her like a puppet being torn apart.
And the harder she pressed her perfect ass down against his broken crotch, the more the bed splintered beneath them—until his spine gave its final crack.
･･･
Moments later, outside—
The model dragged the politician’s shriveled, lifeless corpse across the grass. His pelvis looked shattered beyond repair, and his face was frozen in sheer horror.
Scott and Emma had already rushed out to join other startled guests in the reception.
Whispers sounded as people demanded answers.
Beth stepped forward and raised her arms.
"Everyone, please. Don’t worry, alright? Some of you just had long flights—go back to your rooms. Security will investigate immediately."
Slowly, the guests calmed and muttered as they shuffled back to their rooms.
And then, right at the entrance of the hall, two couples ran into each other.
Scott and Emma.
Isaac and Jenna.
Both pairs froze in their tracks.
"Uhm..." Jenna hooked.
"Emma... we uhh..." Isaac was the same.
The silence turned very awkward.
"Eh...?"
Scott was still lost.
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Note: This Pontiach is neither Commanding Officer Ezel nor General Thalvion. This is another sub-plot that DOES is very much canon to the main storyline.