The Villain Who Stole Hearts-Chapter 99: A Female Assassin’s Revenge

On the other side, Veil was ushered into a reserved private room on the second floor, his waist wrapped in the arms of a seductive woman.

The city girl hadn’t even had time to sit down before her eyes were drawn to a sultry figure already lounging on the sofa. Her brows furrowed as she snapped irritably, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Sitting lazily on the couch, Blood Mandala looked up, a flicker of suspicion passing through her narrowed eyes.

She had come only because Veil had summoned her here, but instead of being alone, he had shown up with an old man and a woman?

"Now, now, no need to get so worked up," the old man chuckled playfully. "We’re all here to have fun, aren’t we? No need to get all serious. Though, at my age, I can probably only satisfy one of you at most."

Veil smirked, pulling two small planet-shaped jelly cups from his pocket. He handed one to the sultry woman beside him and tossed the other toward Blood Mandala.

"Let’s do this—how about a little competition? Whoever finishes the jelly cleaner gets me tonight."

The sultry woman refused to back down. She peeled off the sticker, pinched the bottom of the cup flat, and devoured more than half of it in one bite.

"You can leave now."

Blood Mandala raised her hand, revealing the empty jelly cup. It was spotless, not a dent in sight. Her tone was icy as she spoke to the other woman, but the way she licked the corner of her lips—slow, deliberate, and seductively dangerous—would make any man weak in the knees.

"Hmph!"

The woman gave a disgruntled snort. She hadn’t expected to lose on something as trivial as this. But a deal was a deal—she turned and stormed out of the room.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Veil applauded with a grin. "Impressive. I’ll be sure to reward you later."

If he weren’t wearing Casper Voss’s face right now, he wouldn’t have hesitated to reward her immediately—with something only he could give.

"How did you end up looking like this? A human-skin mask? This is way too realistic!"

Blood Mandala stood up and studied him carefully, eyes scanning him from head to toe in disbelief.

As a top-ranked assassin, she was no stranger to disguises and skin masks—but even she had never seen such terrifyingly lifelike craftsmanship.

Had Veil not intentionally revealed himself by offering the jelly cup, she would never have known. His posture, his movements, even his tone—everything matched Casper perfectly.

"Didn’t you ask me to get rid of Caden Voss? Well, this is his master’s face. That guy’s been lured to the Queen’s Bar. He’s in there right now, enjoying himself with some beauty."

Veil leaned back on the sofa, arms spread across the backrest, looking perfectly at ease.

Blood Mandala’s expression turned cold. "I’ll go kill him now."

At the peak of indulgence, people are at their most relaxed—that’s when even someone stronger than you can be taken out in an instant.

"Hold on. It’s not the right time yet. If you act now, you’ll only blow our cover."

Veil waved his hand, stopping her in her tracks.

He’d worked hard to get Caden Voss dancing in the palm of his hand. Killing him now would be far too simple—and boring.

Why not squeeze everything out of him first before delivering the final blow? Wasn’t that far more satisfying?

"I’ll listen to you," Blood Mandala replied softly.

She stood still for a moment, locking eyes with Veil. Then, slowly, she stepped forward and knelt before him. Tilting her head up, she asked, "Can you take off that mask?"

Veil shook his head. "Not tonight. You did well, but I still have some use for this disguise. I can’t take it off just yet."

"I see..."

It wasn’t clear whether she was more disappointed that she couldn’t kill Caden Voss now, or that her subtle attempt to get closer to Veil had been gently turned down.

Either way, her mood visibly dimmed.

Blood Mandala slowly slid Veil’s pants down, her movements deliberate and unhurried. She leaned in, her breath warm against his skin, despite the cloud of disquiet that hung over her. Her lips and tongue moved with purpose, unrelenting, as if driven by an instinct beyond her control. Her tongue danced in rhythm with her hand, each caress eliciting a response from Veil’s hardened length. Veil reclined on the couch, his eyes half-lidded, a faint sigh escaping his lips as he surrendered to the pleasure she was orchestrating.

His own hands were far from idle, roaming over the curves of her body with a hungry urgency. They found their way to her ample chest, fingers kneading the softness beneath her clothing, teasing the peaks of her nipples until they hardened under his touch. The barrier of fabric only amplified the allure, making the act of discovery all the more tantalizing.

Veil’s breath hitchedas Blood Mandala’s tongue traced a slow, teasing path along his length, her lips sealing around him with practiced ease. The warmth of her mouth was intoxicating, a sharp contrast to the cool air of the room. Even in her distracted state—her mind clearly elsewhere—her body moved with instinctive precision, each flick of her tongue sending sparks of pleasure up his spine.

His fingers tightened in her hair, not enough to pull, just enough to guide. The other hand still roamed her chest, slipping beneath the fabric now, seeking skin. The moment his calloused fingertips brushed against her bare nipple, she let out a muffled sound—half protest, half surrender—before sinking deeper onto him.

The friction of her tongue, the pressure of her lips, the way her free hand gripped the base of him in just the right way—it was maddening. Veil’s hips lifted slightly, chasing the sensation, but she pinned him back down with a firm palm on his stomach, controlling the pace.

A smirk tugged at his lips. *Still in charge, even when she’s not fully here.*

Then, without warning, she pulled back, her breath uneven. A thin strand of saliva connected her lips to him for a fleeting second before breaking. Her dark eyes flicked up, meeting his—unreadable, but burning.

"You’re thinking too much," Veil murmured, thumb tracing the curve of her lower lip.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she leaned in again, this time bypassing his length entirely. Her teeth grazed the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, sharp enough to make him hiss—then soothed the sting with an open-mouthed kiss.

Alright. So that’s how she wants to play.

...

An hour slipped by in the blink of an eye.

"Ding! Fate value of the Child of Destiny, Caden Voss, has decreased by 1,000. Congratulations, Host, you have received +20,000 Villain Points!"

Hearing the system’s alert in his ear, Veil’s lips curled into a subtle smile. He tilted his chin toward Blood Mandala, who was standing by respectfully.

"Go. Find the right moment and finish off Caden Voss outside the bar."

"Got it."

Blood Mandala quickly changed into a tight-fitting black night suit, pulled on her mask, and leapt out the second-floor window, disappearing swiftly into the darkness of night.

...

The night was silent.

The sky was dark, the wind was high, and shadows danced beneath the trees—clearly a perfect time for murder.

Under the dim yellow streetlights, the promo girl clung to Caden Voss’s arm, her cheeks flushed.

"Brother Caden Voss, you’re amazing... You really wore me out just now."

She looked up at him with a sweet smile. "Thank you for walking me home. It’s so late, I might’ve run into some bad people if it weren’t for you."

Caden Voss wore a smug smile as he wrapped an arm around her slender waist.

"It’s the least I could do. Bars aren’t exactly the safest places. Next time, don’t come to these places anymore. If you run into any trouble, just call me."

He was quite pleased with this girl.

Not only was she pretty, but judging by the blood earlier, she was clearly a first-timer. A delicate little flower, untouched—just the way he liked it.

Though she couldn’t compare to Sierra in terms of beauty, what mattered was that he got her. That alone made her worth spoiling a little.

Once Veil was dealt with, he’d lay low for a while. Then when things cooled off, maybe this little thing could become something long-term.

"Thank you, Brother Caden Voss. You’re so sweet."

The girl tiptoed and planted a kiss on his cheek, her heart bursting with glee.

Jackpot!

Who would’ve thought that her first night out "fishing" would land her such a gullible fool?

Judging by his words and tone, he might even be getting serious?

As if she’d let this opportunity slip. She wasn’t born yesterday—when it came to fishing for suckers, she was a professional.

Even if she didn’t milk him for all he was worth, just this one session alone would bump her night rate from 800–1000 straight up to 3000!

Score!

This was amazing!

Not only did she hook a sugar daddy, she was about to reach the second peak of her "career."

If that guy Kai hadn’t turned her down before, she might’ve even felt grateful.

"Watch out!"

Suddenly, lost in her fantasy, the woman was shoved aside. She stumbled and fell hard onto the ground.

Looking up in shock, she saw a masked figure dressed in black appear out of nowhere, locked in a fierce fight with Caden Voss.

"You again? You’ve got some nerve showing up here!" Caden Voss snarled, leaping back to block the girl with his body, face dark with rage.

But deep down, he was rattled.

This mysterious woman—her strength had grown dramatically.

Last time, he could sense her presence from a distance. But this time, she’d gotten so close that she nearly landed a fatal blow before he noticed.

No... Something was off.

It wasn’t that the assassin had grown stronger.

He had gotten weaker.

Focusing inward, Caden Voss’s expression shifted into panic. His power was draining at a terrifying pace—his strength fading by the second.

Poison?!

The water? The fruit?

No. He hadn’t eaten or drunk anything at the Queen’s Bar.

Then what the hell—?

He scanned his body more carefully... and then he felt it. A strange, gloomy energy gathering inside his organs.

His expression twisted. His gaze snapped toward the girl still sitting on the ground, stunned and wide-eyed.

"You bitch!" he roared, face contorted in fury. "There’s poison in your body?!"