Veil System: Running a Model, High-End Escort and Marriage Agency-Chapter 26: Aphrodite’s Favor, Fear of Yanderes

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"I know, I know," Justin grumbled. "Just do it already!"

[Ding!

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His vision flickered. For a second, the world blurred, like his brain had just been hijacked for a forced tutorial. Images, sensations, and knowledge crashed into his head—like a scene playing out in VR but without the headset.

He saw it. Felt it.

Women locking eyes with him, their gazes lingering just a little too long. First, curiosity. Then fascination. And then—before they could even process why—their entire demeanor shifted. Smiling more. Laughing at things that weren't even funny. Subtly fixing their hair. Adjusting their clothes. A burning need to impress him, to please him, bubbling beneath the surface.

And the best part? They wouldn't even realize it was happening. Their own brains would justify it. Oh, he's just naturally charismatic. Damn, why does he look so good under this lighting? Did he always sound this interesting?

Aphrodite's Favor: A passive effect that enhanced Veiler's looks, your presence—his whole aura. A silent, invisible hook that reeled women in without them even noticing the line. Completely unshakable. Even the ones who hated the Veiler guts would find themselves struggling to stay mad.

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Of course!

Justin leaned back in his chair, a slow smirk creeping across his lips as the last of the knowledge settled. "Damn." That was insanely broken. No activation required. No conscious effort. Just existing was enough. And since it was always on? He didn't even have to think about it.

Of course, like every OP ability, there was a catch. He had zero control over who fell under its effect. Meaning, if some unhinged, yandere-coded psycho locked onto him? Yeah. He was fucked.

His smirk faltered. "...Shit. What if I attract some crazy yanderes?"

The thought made him chuckle. Realistically, he could handle anyone thrown his way. He was Justin fucking Veil—manipulative, calculative, and always five steps ahead. He'd play the game however he needed to.

...Or so he thought.

Because someday, when she set her eyes on him—he'd regret ever underestimating this power.

And when that moment came?

Ohhh, he was in for a wild ride.

*****

Justin had always been the type to try shit out. Something new? Something a little risky? Something that made people raise an eyebrow and go, is this dude serious? Yeah, that was his sweet spot.

This whole thing felt like one of those moments. Like a kid unwrapping the biggest, shiniest Christmas present under the tree, fully convinced Santa himself had dropped it off just for him. And you best believe he was tearing the wrapping off with zero hesitation.

A slow grin tugged at his lips as he leaned back in his chair, taking a second to process everything. Then, with a stretch and a lazy exhale, he pushed himself up and stood. His office was drenched in gold, the afternoon sun bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Outside, Vegas was buzzing—cars streaking past on the glittering streets, tourists wandering in and out of luxury stores, and the ever-present hum of a city that never really slept.

Damn, it's almost afternoon already?

Inside? Silence.

Just him.

It was kinda wild how fast the morning had flown by. Most of it had been spent with Adams, which... yeah, now that he thought about it—what the hell was Aunt Selena thinking right now?

She's probably losing her damn mind.

Justin smirked at the mental image.

Selena was predictable in the most unpredictable way. He already knew she was sitting somewhere, tapping her nails against a table, brows furrowed, stewing over what the hell he and Adams had been talking about for this long. The woman was nosy as hell—in a cute and beautiful way of course, and when she wanted information? She got it. One way or another.

And if she found out what he'd actually been up to?

Oof.

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She'd light him up. No hesitation. A full-on, scorching lecture about responsibility, balance, and not acting like some reckless idiot just because I know you can pull it off, Justin!—and yeah, that was a direct quote. He'd heard it way too many times.

But if he didn't tell her? If he just kept her in the dark?

Ohhh, man.

The pouting would be legendary.

Selena didn't do subtle disappointment. No, she did guilt trips. Horrible ones. Ones that made you feel like you personally kicked a puppy and then laughed about it. She'd cross her arms, tilt her head, sigh dramatically—and then hit him with the soft, "Oh... so you don't trust me anymore?"

Pure. Emotional. Devastation.

And the worst part?

It worked. Every damn time.

Justin ran a hand through his hair, chuckling under his breath. "Yeah, she's gonna lose it."

The thing about Selena was—she was two people in one. Half the time, she was a strict mom, all discipline and "You need to take shit seriously, Justin" energy. But then, just when he thought she had fully committed to being a terrifying authority figure—she'd switch up.

And suddenly, she was a clingy big sister than his aunt, throwing around nicknames, ruffling his hair like he was still five, and reminding him in rapid-fire Spanish that he was getting too thin and needed to eat more.

There was no in-between.

She was either setting his ass straight or trying to feed him soup and calling him 'mi amorcito'.

And right now?

She was definitely somewhere, waiting for him to slip up—so she could pounce and interrogate the hell out of him.

Justin strolled into the bedroom like a man with no regrets. The sound of running water filled the space, steam curling from the slightly ajar bathroom door. Adams was still in the shower.

Good.

He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. The wild dance in the flames of pleasure and sex—oh yeah, that was his doing. He'd rocked her world, changed her life, and now? Now she was in there, recovering.

Damn, he was good.

Justin stood there like a king admiring his kingdom.

And right now?

His kingdom was a woman he'd just taken to the edge of heaven and back.

The shower had stopped, leaving only the sound of soft footsteps against the marble floor. Then, she emerged—wrapped in steam, her skin dewy, glistening, every single curve taunting the air around her.