The orbital pod hummed softly as Nyx let her robe slide from her shoulders, pooling at her feet like liquid shadow. Jupiter's storm-wracked horizon painted her bare skin in hues of deep crimson and gold, every curve a deliberate provocation.
**"Tell me what you saw in the vision,"** she murmured, stepping closer, her fingers tracing the fresh scars on Ibukun's chest from the Mercenary FC match. **"And I'll make it worth your while."**
Ibukun's gaze darkened. He knew this game.
**>> NYX'S MOTIVES ANALYZED:
>> - 88% INFORMATION EXTRACTION
>> - 10% SELF-PRESERVATION
>> - 2% GENUINE ATTRACTION <<**
He grabbed her wrist, yanking her against him. **"You think fucking me will make me talk?"**
Nyx's lips curled. **"I think you'll take what's offered either way."**
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### **The Punishment**
He took her against the observation window, the cold glass biting into her skin as Jupiter's maelstrom swirled behind them. There was no tenderness in it—only possession, dominance. Every thrust was a reminder: *She had no power here.*
Nyx arched into him, her nails drawing blood down his back. **"Tell me,"** she gasped.
Ibukun gripped her throat, not enough to choke, just enough to *underline*. **"Nothing important,"** he lied smoothly. **"Just training protocols. Krazith wasted his time."**
Her body tightened around him—in rage, not pleasure.
**>> NYX'S BIOMETRIC SPIKE:
>> - LIE DETECTED (96% CERTAINTY)
>> - RESPONSE: SUPPRESSED FURY <<**
But she didn't stop. She couldn't.
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### **The Aftermath**
After, as Nyx dressed with deliberate slowness, her voice was ice. **"You're a terrible liar."**
Ibukun smirked, buckling his greaves. **"And yet you're still empty-handed."**
She turned, her gold eyes burning. **"This isn't over."**
**"No,"** he agreed. **"It's just beginning."**
The System's final alert pulsed like a war drum:
**>> NYX'S NEXT MOVE:
>> - 73% PROBABILITY: ALLIANCE WITH RIVAL CANDIDATE
>> - 27% PROBABILITY: DIRECT CONFRONTATION
>> COUNTERMEASURES PREPARED <<**
Let her try.
He was ready.
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