Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System-Chapter 107: A Room, Two Queens, and One Very Unlucky Man

Chapter 107: A Room, Two Queens, and One Very Unlucky Man

A Room, Two Queens, and One Very Unlucky Man

The two had just walked into a guest room.

The Valquin residence was lavish even in its quieter spaces. The guest room they entered carried the faint scent of sandalwood and freshly washed linen. Soft yellow light spilled from a crystal lamp above, casting a warm glow over the polished wooden floor.

Julian had barely taken two steps inside when Bianca De Dominicis turned and reached for the door.

She was about to close it—

But the door suddenly stopped.

A slender hand pushed it open again.

Gwen Valquin stepped inside.

Her long blonde hair flowed down her back like molten gold, catching the soft light as she entered the room. Her bright blue eyes immediately locked onto Bianca.

"I’m here to check his condition. What are you doing here?" Bianca frowned slightly.

Her crimson eyes narrowed.

In her eyes, this woman was already a threat.

And Julian praised her breast size and the supple curve of her ass?

Bianca’s gaze subtly swept across Gwen’s figure.

It’s just so-so, not necessarily better than mine.

Her red eyes flickered with competitive pride.

But when it comes to legs... mine are definitely prettier.

A soft rustle came from the fabric when her legs moved under the tight skirt. She folded her arms, weight tipping to one hip. The curve of her posture broke the stillness without a word.

"This is my house. Can’t I come to check on my brother’s benefactor?" Gwen said arrogantly.

A quiet strength shaped her words, yet each one cut just enough.

Bianca frowned.

Arguing over land meant nothing in this place, she realized. That kind of fight never changed anything.

This place belonged to the Valquins, true enough.

With a quiet click of her tongue, off she went, stepping farther inside.

Fumbling at his sides, Julian hovered by the mattress - like someone dragged into questioning, stiff and out of place.

Bianca came to a halt right before his eyes.

A strand of deep red hair fell forward when she turned her head slightly, watching him with quiet attention.

"Take off your shirt," Bianca said, calm as ever. "I want to see if you’re actually injured."

Julian froze.

"I’m not hurt," he said quickly. "Why would I lie about something like that?"

A slight shake in his words gave it away. As if he were walking backward into something terrible.

Damn it...

What makes her come across as weirder than I do at this moment?

Bianca let out a quiet sigh, her expression flat. Disinterest hung in the air around her like dust.

"Julian."

Off came her glasses, placed just so on the wooden surface beside her. The moment they were gone, those piercing red eyes felt louder, somehow.

"Let me look."

After that, she moved nearer.

Just as Julian started to move, her hand grabbed the hem of his shirt.

Right then, he knew running wasn’t an option. Pushing back would just stir more trouble.

Julian exhaled slowly, shoulders sinking like he’d finally stopped fighting what had to come.

"Fine. But when you realize I’m perfectly healthy, I expect an apology."

Slowly, one button after another came loose. The fabric parted without hurry.

He began unbuttoning his shirt.

One button.

Two.

Three.

The fabric loosened, sliding open as he pulled it off his shoulders.

Under the warm glow of the lamplight, his body was revealed.

Julian wasn’t a professional fighter, but he kept himself in excellent shape. His build was lean and well-trained, the kind that came from discipline rather than vanity.

Defined shoulders.

Firm chest.

A clean set of eight-pack abs running down his abdomen.

When the shirt finally slipped away completely—

Both Gwen and Bianca went quiet.

Their eyes lingered.

Just for a moment.

Because, well...

Women weren’t exactly saints when it came to this kind of view.

Especially when the man standing in front of them happened to be ridiculously handsome.

Julian’s black hair was slightly messy from earlier, and those golden eyes of his carried a mix of irritation and embarrassment.

That tiny bit of discomfort on his face somehow made the situation even more interesting.

Confident men blushing?

That was rare.

And women loved rare things.

"I told you," Julian muttered, crossing his arms defensively. "I’m perfectly—"

Bianca stepped forward.

Her fingers touched his chest.

Cool.

Soft.

Her fingertips slowly traced across the firm lines of his muscles, pressing lightly as she checked for injuries.

Julian immediately felt a strange spark run through his body.

Like a small electric shock.

His back straightened slightly.

Bianca noticed.

Her red eyes narrowed with curiosity.

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

"No," Julian replied quickly, shaking his head.

He immediately grabbed his shirt from the bed, ready to put it back on.

But before he could—

Another hand touched him.

"Wait."

Gwen had stepped forward.

Her voice was softer, but the curiosity in her tone was obvious.

Her slender fingers rested gently on Julian’s shoulder, stopping him.

Her blue eyes moved slowly over his chest, examining the faint marks left from the earlier impact.

Then her fingertips brushed lightly across his skin as well.

Julian felt another wave of warmth.

Two women.

Two completely different scents.

Two different touches.

His brain was beginning to short-circuit.

Bianca’s hand drifted lower along his abdomen, checking for bruising.

Gwen leaned closer to look as well.

Julian nearly jumped.

"Okay! Okay! Inspection finished!" he blurted, stepping back. "I’m completely healthy!"

But before he could move further—

Bianca leaned forward unexpectedly.

Maybe she had stepped wrong.

Maybe the rug shifted.

Either way—

Her body bumped straight into him.

Julian reacted instantly, grabbing her to keep her from falling.

His hands landed around her waist—

But in the chaos, one of them slid lower.

Right onto the soft curve of her ass.

Warm.

Soft.

Very real.

Bianca froze.

Her face turned red almost instantly.

At that exact moment, Gwen also leaned forward, trying to steady Bianca before she completely lost her balance.

Unfortunately, that only made things worse.

Julian reacted on pure instinct.

He wrapped one arm around Bianca’s waist to keep her from falling—

And his other arm shot out toward Gwen.

But luck clearly wasn’t on his side.

His hand meant for her waist slipped just a little too low...

Landing right on the round curve of Gwen’s ass.

Soft.

Warm.

And very, very real.

For one brief second—

Everything froze.

Bianca leaned into him, her body touching his skin. Her chest rested softly on his open front.

Falling toward him, Gwen pressed close - her body touching his while she fought to stay upright.

Right in the center, Julian held each woman close. Not moving, not speaking - just standing, caught in the moment. One arm here, one arm there, pulling them near. The air between them stayed still. Both leaned into him without a word. Around them, everything blurred. All that remained was his grip, steady and quiet.

Fingers stopped cold - just there, in a place meant to stay untouched.

Heavy quiet dropped through the space. Stillness pressed against every wall.

Then -

"Mnh - "

"Ah - "

One second they were calm, then his touch made both jump, breath catching like a snagged thread. A quiet shock slipped out before either could stop it.

Bianca’s cheeks burned bright. A heat rose fast under her skin.

Heat flushed Gwen’s face, matching the fire already glowing there.

Frozen, Julian’s mind went blank. Stillness took over every thought.

His hands gripped tighter without thinking, holding on just as they began to slip -

That ended up making his hands grip each of their backsides a little tighter.

A hush slipped out, matching their breath.

"Mnhhh"

A sudden chill ran through them together.

Frozen in place, Julian finally saw the weight of his actions. The moment stretched, sharp and clear.

Frozen still, Julian’s eyes stretched wide with terror.

Oh no.

Back he jumped, hands open, as if something electric had stung his fingers.

"I - I didn’t - that was - "

Back he stepped, twice, slow, as if leaving behind smoke and gunfire.

Blood thudded fast beneath his ribs.

Bianca tugged at her sleeves, face warm. Her fingers smoothed the fabric - color high from what just happened.

A moment passed before her eyes locked on him.

He stumbled backward two steps, looking like a man retreating from a battlefield.

His heart was pounding violently in his chest.

Bianca quickly straightened her clothes, still flushed.

For a second, she glared at him.

Then—

A slow, dangerous smirk appeared on her lips.

"Oh?" she said softly.

Her voice carried a teasing tone.

"So bold."

Before Julian could respond—

Smack.

Bianca lightly slapped his butt.

Julian froze.

[Damn it, you female pervert, do you really think I’m easy to bully?]

[If Gwen weren’t here, I’d definitely hit you back.]

Hearing Julian’s inner thoughts—

Both women’s expressions changed slightly.

Gwen blinked.

Bianca raised an eyebrow.

This guy...

He’s quite bold in his mind, isn’t he?

Bianca laughed inwardly.

Would you dare hit me in private?

If you dare...

I’d let you.

Julian quickly put his shirt back on.

He looked like a man who had just survived a natural disaster.

"Can I go now?"

After putting on his clothes, Julian felt like a gigolo who had finished his job and was ready to leave.

But Gwen immediately spoke.

"Go where? We still have something important to discuss."

Julian turned.

"What is it?"

Gwen’s expression turned serious now.

"Shouldn’t our three families join forces? Although I don’t know much about Evan, he seems to have a significant background, right?" Gwen said.