Chapter 332: The True Face of Old 5
Alexander let out a faint, icy chuckle, taking a slow step toward the old man, never taking his eyes off him.
"A simple bartender? You know... ever since I got here, I’ve been curious about you. Everyone like me, do you know what they have in common? They’re envious, they’re possessive, they’re far too ambitious. But not you... I arrived, took your squad leader position, and you just handed everything over to me without a word."
"I’m a simple man," Old 5 replied, keeping his face calm, though his posture remained rigid.
"Sure... sure..." Alexander said with a crooked smirk. "Besides, the file I read before coming here stated there were four people deployed in this sector, and I was supposed to be the fifth. But here you were... Nobody knows how you got here, not even them. They only know you were the first. You said you came from another kingdom, didn’t you? And that you belonged to TMC... So how come the company knows nothing about you? Surely they sent someone to investigate and you bribed them. However, the organization isn’t stupid; they know things, and they sent me to check."
Old 5 didn’t reply, but his knuckles tightened against the wooden counter.
"Furthermore, I had one last realization about you..." Alexander continued, closing the gap. "When they gave me the awakening stone, you were eager to take me away to report to high command. And you—someone who’s been in these lands for so long—hadn’t awakened? There were no other awakened members on the registry, which is why they gave me such high priority. Yet you want me to believe that after all this time, surrounded by hungry pussies, you haven’t awakened a single skill? Come on, Old 5, tell me... Do you really think anyone believes that? And hoarding resources in the form of jewels and paintings? If you wanted to store gems for the group, it would have been easier to send them to the other side. Tell me... how much were you planning to hoard before making your escape?"
The old man’s eyes darkened for a fraction of a second before he let out a heavy sigh and shook his head.
"Come on... all of that is nothing more than speculation," Old 5 said in a flat voice. "You’re just delusional, leader."
"Could be, could be..." Alexander said, letting out a low chuckle as he took another step toward him. "Maybe I’m just crazy, or maybe I’m not. But what I can tell you for sure is that today, there is no way in hell you’re escaping."
Without breaking eye contact, Alexander began unbuttoning his clothes slowly. He stripped off his shirt, exposing his broad, muscular torso, and with a fluid motion, unbuckled his pants and let them drop to the floor, freeing his fully erect shaft.
"Tell me, Vanya... is your pussy soaking wet right now?" Alexander asked with a mocking smirk.
The old man took a step back, his brow furrowing in disgust.
"Come on, boss... I’m a guy, not gay," Old 5 replied, raising his hands.
"Yeah, yeah... You know? I would believe you if I hadn’t acquired a very fun skill just a moment ago."
Alexander locked eyes with him and activated the technique he had just extracted from Dana.
"[Charm]," Alexander whispered.
An invisible pulse of energy rippled through the tavern air. In that exact instant, Old 5 froze. His pupils dilated and his body remained paralyzed, trapped in the skill’s grasp.
"Ever since I walked down those stairs, I’ve seen your body radiating with desire," Alexander continued, stepping in until he was inches away. "I can see clearly just how much you want me... So tell me, are you just a gay old man, or are you disguised? Is it the first or the second?"
Under the irresistible force of [Charm], the illusion shrouding the old man’s body began to crack. The wrinkled skin and hunched figure started to warp and twist in midair. The magic concealing her form dissolved like smoke, laying bare the true figure hidden underneath.
In place of the old man stood a slender woman with narrow hips and small yet firm breasts. Her skin carried a pale, milky tone so porcelain it almost seemed crafted from milk itself. Her light green hair fell over her shoulders, and her bright blue eyes stared up at Alexander in a mix of panic and suppressed lust.
Alexander took in the revealed figure with a satisfied smirk.
"So that’s what you really look like..."
Vanya stumbled half a step backward, swaying under the numbing weight of the skill, her blue eyes wide with pure shock.
"H-How is this possible?" she stammered out, her voice now feminine, soft, and light—nothing like the old man’s tone. "That’s the exclusive skill of the royal family... You’re a man! It’s impossible...!"
"That’s right," Alexander replied, taking a step forward while displaying his naked physique without a trace of shame. "You know, I’m curious about a few things, and I think we have plenty of time to talk, don’t you think? Take a seat. We have time... but I don’t like being the only naked one here. Strip."
Under the irresistible compulsion of [Charm], Vanya’s mind couldn’t muster any resistance. Her trembling hands moved toward the hems of her disguise. She shed the loose, baggy old-man clothes one by one, letting them drop to the floor to reveal a delicate sexy set of light-green lace lingerie that matched her hair perfectly.
Alexander let out a low chuckle as he took in the woman’s slender, milky silhouette.
"Well, well... So even while disguised as a wrinkled old man, you were still wearing your favorite sexy underwear underneath?" Alexander said, shaking his head with amusement. "Heh, I should have been more observant from the start. But you played the part well; it’s not like I was walking around checking out an old man’s ass. I’ll give you credit for that."
Alexander leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms without taking his eyes off her dazed gaze.
"Anyway, my skill seems to be fully active on you. Someone told me once that if I used it with enough strength and time, I could make you my permanent slave."
The paleness of Vanya’s face deepened, a flash of terror through her blue eyes.