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Chapter 750  Ploy

Amy\'s figure also had proper curves in all the right places. She wasn\'t overly sensual, but her chest and butt conveyed perfect fullness. Her flat and tense waist balanced those features, telling Khan that everything about her was smooth and firm.

The slightly embarrassed aura enhanced the scene. Amy had always looked like a naïve princess, but exposing herself to Khan had given birth to some fear. It seemed the gesture had taken all her courage, but her determination didn\'t waver.

Khan had been in a romantic relationship long enough to move past certain aspects. All his interactions with Monica had intense love at their foundation but had lost a level of purity. A lot was sensual, driven by sheer desire and temptation.

Instead, Amy now stood before Khan like the purest fruit in the universe. Seizing her felt like a sin, intensifying the overall desire behind the gesture. She was almost begging to be tainted, and Khan couldn\'t help but feel tempted for a second.

The temptation could have many reasons. Khan\'s urges were basically bottomless, and he had gone from a long cohabitation to a mission on an alien planet. He had moved from one extreme to the other, and his needs had only grown stronger every day.

The tipsiness could also explain that temptation. Booze could make the best people commit mistakes, and Khan wasn\'t a stranger to them. His first kiss with Monica happened during a similar instance when his intoxicated state had overcome his self-restraint.

Today\'s events added another potential blow. Khan\'s mood was awful, and keeping Monica in bed for hours had always been the best cure. He was also reminiscing about the Niqols\' customs, leading to those thoughts.

Ultimately, Amy was truly beautiful, and Khan\'s senses worsened the inspection. He could understand how good it would feel. His nose even picked up the scent of specific wetness, bringing out instincts he had no control over.

Khan slightly lost control over his expression, and Amy noticed it. She saw his arousal. She read on his face how tempted she was, but nothing seemed able to break his sitting position. So, Amy seized the initiative, stepping forward and leaning toward him.

Amy\'s knees reached the floor as she bent forward and stretched a hand toward Khan\'s chest. He never took his eyes off her, and her face told a story he could read. She wanted that far more than him, and her fingers continued to advance as if drawn by an unstoppable force.

Khan grabbed Amy\'s wrist before she could lay her hand on his chest, but his grip was soft. It carried no strength or forcefulness, and Amy couldn\'t help but look at his face in confusion. The gesture also brought a tinge of happiness since he seemed to accept her.

The happiness intensified as Khan placed his bottle on the floor and stretched his free arm toward Amy. His fingers reached her face, and she closed her eyes to savor that physical contact.

The event felt incredible. Amy had seen Khan\'s immense strength and power first-hand, but the fingers on her cheek carried nothing but kindness. Her lips separated as an excited and reassured breath escaped her throat, and her tongue ran over them as Khan\'s hand reached her hair.

Amy didn\'t expect that simple gesture to be so enjoyable. The mighty Major Khan, monster of Nippe 2 and wielder of many incredible titles, was touching her with untold care and gentleness. The sole idea felt impossible, but there she was, safe in the strongest hands she had ever seen.

Amy began losing herself in the moment. She arched her neck when Khan\'s fingers reached her nape. Khan\'s grip tightened, and she willingly let herself go, giving him full power over her. Plots aside, at least for that moment, Amy belonged to him.

However, the grip suddenly grew forceful, and Amy voiced a painful grunt. Her eyes snapped open, and terror invaded her body. All the kindness had disappeared from her vision. She could only see fury now.

Khan had truly felt tempted for a second. The specific reason was unclear, but that feeling had really appeared. Still, it didn\'t make him as vulnerable and kind as Amy had hoped. It gave birth to an immense anger.

"What do you think you are doing?" Khan asked, killing intent oozing from his tone and aura.

Everything in Amy\'s mind urged her to run away, but she had given Khan complete control over her. The kind hand on her nape had become an unbreakable chain that bound her to her position. She couldn\'t move, and the atmosphere grew so heavy that air struggled to reach her lungs.

"I won\'t ask again," Khan continued, adding strength to the hand on Amy\'s wrist. It didn\'t hurt yet, but Amy knew he could easily snap it. Nôv(el)B\\\\jnn

"I-," Amy muttered, gasping for air. "I thought-."

"You thought wrong," Khan declared, his eyes growing even brighter due to the rage that had invaded him.

Sadly, the situation wasn\'t so simple for Khan. He could handle jokes, teases, and gossip, but Amy had crossed a line there, and countless problems could be born from that.

Khan\'s position in the Solodrey family was unstable. He had worked for years to obtain Monica\'s parents\' unwilling acceptance, and a single rumor could make everything crumble.

The truth didn\'t matter in the network and on certain levels of the political field. Khan didn\'t do anything wrong, but the wrong rumor could spread like wildfire, destroying his favor with the public and creating far worse problems.

The families had various factions, especially the wealthy ones, and Khan had already had a taste of the Solodrey family\'s in-fighting. Eventual rumors about infidelity would put Monica, her parents, and any allied party in a strange spot since they had vouched for Khan. It could earn them endless ridicule and more, endangering Khan\'s promises and position.

Khan didn\'t believe Monica\'s parents would drop him since they had invested much into him already. Yet, eventual rumors would be a huge setback that would take years to fix. He couldn\'t let it happen, but the issue had no easy solution.

Amy\'s actions didn\'t have any trace of malice. Khan was livid, but hitting on him wasn\'t enough to earn a death sentence. He would do it to protect his relationship with Monica, but that would only create more problems in this instance.

Killing Amy could be seen as an attempt to hide proof. Even without the mission\'s complicated aspects, that wasn\'t the best option. Ideally, Amy had to remain alive to testify for Khan\'s innocence, but that required a proper scare.

Khan suddenly pushed Amy, releasing her. She fell on her naked butt and hurriedly retreated until her back hit the metal door. Terror still invaded her, so she mustered her strength to stand up in an attempt to put as much distance between Khan and her.

Nevertheless, Amy didn\'t dare to do anything else. She was too frightened to try to escape Khan\'s quarters. She could only place her hands behind her back as her breath grew ragged. Amy could feel death looming over her but had to wait for the sitting figure to announce her sentence.

"You will tell the truth and defuse any rumor that might appear," Khan ordered.

Amy only had enough strength to muster a frightened nod. Realistically, she would do and say anything to get out of that situation, but Khan saw honesty in her gesture.

"As for your fate," Khan continued. "My fiancée will decide it, and you will accept it."

Amy\'s world crumbled. She knew what it meant to anger a high-profile descendant from an extremely wealthy family. Her political life was over, and her family would have to pay a hefty price for her mistake. Depending on the requested retribution, it might even disappear altogether.

"Go," Khan ultimately ordered, but the atmosphere grew even heavier when he saw Amy trying to open the metal door. She was still naked, and Khan couldn\'t let his companions see a similar scene.

"Dress up first," Khan ordered again, and Amy felt compelled to comply.

A humiliating scene unfolded. Amy felt tears accumulating in her eyes but didn\'t dare to utter a sound as she retrieved her clothes. She was showing her back to Khan but could sense his piercing eyes inspecting her every move.

After dressing up, Amy thought about reaching for the door, but another worry popped into her mind. She was sharp enough to understand what the situation demanded from her, so she turned to show herself to Khan.

Khan inspected Amy\'s attire to check for troublesome details. An untidy uniform or similar features could still fuel eventual rumors, and he couldn\'t have that.

"Adjust your hair," Khan demanded, and Amy complied, using her fingers to straighten the mess caused by his hand.

"Turn," Khan added once Amy completed the job. She obeyed, and Khan checked her one last time before allowing her to leave. Needless to say, she stormed out as fast as possible.

A sigh escaped Khan\'s mouth when the door closed again. His hand reached for his forehead, but he halted the gesture when he noticed some of Amy\'s hair on his fingers. He quickly removed it, but his mood didn\'t improve.

\'What the fuck is even happening?\' Khan cursed. \'I need to leave this place.\'

Ideas and plans began to flood Khan\'s mind. He had reached his limit and wanted out, but things weren\'t simple and required careful preparations. However, unknowingly to him, that night\'s event put a different ploy in motion, one that already had everything ready.