The Enigmatic Overlord

Author: Rock Penn

Chapter 1: Bro, I Was Wrong

Words : 2424 Updated : Oct 17th, 2025

Early morning in Melville, at Aeryn Residence. A volley of sharp knocks shattered the quiet. Knock, knock, knock! Emmy Saiger rubbed her eyes, unlatched the door, and found a man in shabby camouflage and a fresh buzz cut standing in the doorway. Lewis Casson looked her up and down with a wicked grin. She stood tall, around five foot seven, with slim, arched brows and eyes bright as stars, cool and steady. Her skin had the glow of jade, and even the flick of her wrist seemed to cast a spell. "Tsk, tsk. Not bad. Face, figure... and I could have fun with those legs for a whole year." Emmy jolted backward, hand to her chest. "Ah! Where did this creep come from?" "Creep? I show up and you already slap a label on me. Cute. Haha." Lewis laughed and stepped in. Emmy, shaken and furious, fixed him with a glare. "Who are you? Did I say you could come in? You're trespassing. If you don't get out, I'm calling the police." Lewis didn't flinch. A crooked smile crept across his face. "You asked me to come. And now you want to call the cops on me? Aren't you being unreasonable?" "I asked you?" Emmy's voice shot up. She bit out each word. "You're insane. I don't even know you. Why would I ask you to come find me?" He had expected it. He gave a sly grin, pulled out an old knockoff brick of a phone, shook it, then opened WhatsApp. A soft, sugary voice spilled out of the speaker: "Hey, handsome, do you want me? Then come find me! If you can find me, I'll be washed and waiting on the bed, posing just right for you. Make me feel good, and you can unlock a hundred and eight positions…" "Ah!" Emmy recoiled as if she had stumbled on the most terrifying thing in the world, stumbling so hard she nearly went down. Impossible. How did he know where I live? Questions swarmed her. It went back to last night. Alone and bored, she had gone to a bar to unwind. A lecher tried to grope her; she kicked him-once, twice-and fled in the chaos. Back home, she had stewed until her anger boiled over. Then she settled on a way to vent: start pinging random guys on WhatsApp's BuzzMatch, pour on the seduction, and leave them stewing in their own frustration. As far as she was concerned, men were no-good wolves dressed in human skin. "Peerless Charm, that's you, right? You look much better in person than in your photos. I'm satisfied. I came just like you told me. I'm not fussy. No need to shower, no need to pose. Leave everything to me. I'll show you a good time." Lewis swung the door shut, rubbed his hands, and strode toward her, quietly thrilled. "Ah!" Emmy was terrified and stunned by his brazen shamelessness. She shot him a murderous glare, then, seeing it do nothing, bolted for the kitchen. She snatched up a chef's knife and charged back out. "Pervert, I don't even understand what you're babbling about. Get out. Otherwise, I'll slice you in one stroke." A bright gleam flashed in Lewis's eyes. Interesting. He sauntered closer, bent at the waist, and offered his head. "Come on. Right here. I've always wanted to know whether my skull is harder than your knife. Perfect chance to test it." "Ah!" Emmy's jaw fell open. She had only meant to scare him; she didn't have the guts to chop anyone. She never imagined running into a hardcase who wasn't afraid of anything and was tough as nails. "Why aren't you chopping? I'm getting tired sticking my neck out like this. Haha." A vein throbbed in Emmy's forehead. A stampede of curses ran through her head. If she'd known it would come to this, she wouldn't have dared flirt with guys on BuzzMatch even if she had a hundred times the guts. And here she was, stuck with a fearless lunatic. "Don't think I'm bluffing. If you don't go, I'll take your head off with one swing." "Don't just talk-do it. I'm waiting. If I'm going to die, might as well die for a beauty. Haha." Emmy grew so anxious she was on the verge of tears. She stomped hard and whispered through trembling lips, "Okay, I messed up. I'm sorry. I really know I was wrong. Please stop messing with me. I can give you money, a lot of money. Please just go." Lewis straightened, half-smiling. "Do I look like someone who's short on cash?" Emmy fell silent, sulking. She almost blurted, Can you not? With your getup, how does 'not short on cash' even fit? Of course she didn't dare say that. She forced a smile, tamping down her anger. "Look, I know you're not short on money. I'm the one who caused you trouble. I apologize. You're the bigger person-don't pick on me, okay?" "Hmm. That's more pleasant to hear. But you lit a fire in me. And you expect me to just walk away?" "If you want fun, there's that Peako Club near my place. Plenty there, and all prettier than me. I can take you there. I'll cover everything. How about it?" Every word scraped her heart raw. She'd been harassed, and now she had to bankroll his play. She already felt dirty about it yesterday. Lewis cocked his head, pretending to think. Then he winked and said solemnly, "Thinking it through, I still want you. My standards are too high. Most people don't catch my eye." Hearing that, Emmy nearly choked on her fury. All that, and it got her nowhere. She knew she was beautiful-men stopped in their tracks-but Lewis wasn't her type at all. Even if every man on earth vanished, she would never let him touch her. "Go to Peako Club. I promise there are plenty of women prettier than me. If one isn't enough, take two, three-until you're satisfied. I'll pay for it all." Lewis smiled without answering, his wicked gaze roaming up and down her. Emmy had talked until her mouth went dry, for nothing. Rage flared bright in her chest. She decided to placate him first, then call the police and have them haul this hardcase away. A man like him loose in the world was dangerous. She had just seized on a plan and was about to act when a shout tore in from the hallway. "You filthy woman, I know you're in there! Get out here! Last night at the bar you kicked me again and again. Today I'm going to make you pay tenfold, a hundredfold!" Emmy's face drained of color. Tears pricked her eyes. What kind of day was this? First a death-defying hardcase inside, and now the lecher from last night showing up with muscle. This felt like they were driving her to the brink. Lewis flicked a glance at the door, then at Emmy. "Looks like you're in deep trouble." Emmy shot him a vicious look. A hardcase in the room, a pack of wolves outside. What could she do? "If you don't open up," the voice bellowed, "I'll have them break the door down." Emmy's body gave a sudden shiver. Calling the police would be too late. She had no choice but to ask Lewis. She drew a long breath, bit her lip, and looked at him. "Can you help me? If I fall into their hands, I'm finished." Lewis's smile turned devilish. "What's in it for me?" Emmy cursed him in her heart. "Help me first. We'll talk after." "Fine. You're the one I want. How could I let anyone bully you?" He laughed, stepped forward, and opened the door. Four men stood at the door. Leading them was the fat man from the bar, Melville's notorious rich scion Robert Showyer. Behind him, five or six fierce-looking bruisers were his bodyguards. Robert blinked at the unexpected man opening the door, gave Lewis a dismissive glance, then jabbed a finger toward Emmy, swaggering. "So. Last night you put on a stubborn act, made me think you were a pure little thing. Turns out you like pretty boys. Today I'm going to play you and sell you off to Africa." He had reason to be that angry. He had gone to the bar without his bodyguards and got a few sharp kicks for his trouble, then watched her slip away in the chaos. He had tracked down her address and rushed over. Emmy's shock flipped to fury. She bared her teeth and spat, "Shut up. You're not even fit to shine my friend's shoes." Lewis turned and grinned. "You finally said what you really think. Not bad. I'm pleased." Watching them quip at each other, Robert nearly popped a vein. He slashed his hand through the air and barked, "Get him! Teach that pretty boy a lesson. Whatever happens, I'll take the heat." "Yes, Mr. Showyer." Six thickset bodyguards had already taken a dislike to Lewis. They roared and lunged, fists swinging. "What a bunch of trash." Lewis's smile cooled. He moved like lightning-no wasted motion-fist after fist, clean and fast. "Ah! It hurts!" "My leg-broken!" "Ugh-" Emmy stared, stunned beyond words. Was he even human? He was terrifyingly strong. Thank heavens she hadn't tried to fight him earlier; he could have crushed her with a single finger. Lewis turned his gaze on Robert. Robert shuddered, backpedaling. "D-don't be stupid. The Showyer family has connections on both sides of the law in Melville. If you dare lay a hand on me, we can wipe you out in minutes."

The Enigmatic Overlord

Chapter 1: Bro, I Was Wrong

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