First Intergalactic Emperor: Starting With The Ancient Goddess

Ethan crossed his arms, eyes still locked on Maxmillian. ”What’s your next move, then?”

Maxmillian shrugged, drinking mayo from the cup in his hand like it was nothing. ”Just lay low,” he said, voice slow and even. ”Wait for all this shit to calm down. Then I’ll change my identity, leave this fucking planet.”

Ethan’s jaw dropped a little. ”What the fuck? What about getting back at Xavier?” His voice was rough, filled with disbelief. ”Revenge and all that shit?”

Maxmillian let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. ”The first time I messed with Xavier... I thought I could handle it. Bullying him, making his life miserable. I thought I was smart.”

He took another sip, his eyes darkening. ”I ended up losing everything. Xavier fucked my girlfriend. Blackmailed my father, manipulated that old bastard until he got himself killed. Then he made me kill Leonardo.”

Maxmillian’s voice dropped lower, colder. ”Now I’m a wanted criminal.”

He set the cup down with a soft thud. ”I’m done with Xavier. Don’t wanna think about that fucker anymore. Not even once. Or he’ll really kill me.”

Ethan scoffed, disappointed. ”Never thought you were a coward.”

Maxmillian didn’t look fazed. He drank the rest of the cup like he was swallowing the world. ”I don’t give a shit what anyone thinks,” he said. ”As long as I’m alive, I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

Ethan’s voice grew harder, sharper. ”I don’t care about anything either... as long as I can kill Xavier.”

Maxmillian laughed again, loud and hollow. ”How the fuck are you gonna do that?” His eyes pierced into Ethan’s. ”Last time someone tried to kill Xavier... it was your father. And now he’s dead.”

The words hung in the air, heavy, cold. Ethan’s rage didn’t waver. If anything, it only grew stronger.

Ethan leaned forward, his voice low and bitter. ”With my father dead, the company—Sterling Corporations—it’s mine now.”

He let that sink in for a second, then continued. ”That shit used to be worth over 50 billion USC. But after my father got arrested, and then dead... every investor pulled the fuck out. Now it’s barely worth five billion.”

His eyes didn’t leave Maxmillian. ”All the projects we were working on? Cancelled. Every single one of them. So now the debt’s bigger than the company’s value.”

He exhaled slowly. ”My father owned the most shares. But that doesn’t mean shit anymore. But since I’m in control now, I could file for bankruptcy and let it all burn.”

Ethan shook his head, cold. ”But I won’t. I’ll sell the damn thing to whoever offers me a good price.”

Maxmillian reminded him, his tone cutting. ”Don’t forget you still owe the Red Casino almost 500 billion. You ain’t gonna escape that shit.”

Ethan smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. ”My father fucked up by hiring assassins from the underworld,” he said, voice flat, like talking about the weather.

”The underworld’s all about systems. Rules. Codes,” he added, bitter. ”But I don’t give a shit about rules.”

He stood up, pacing slowly. ”I’ll hire space mercenaries. Ruthless bastards who don’t give a damn about laws, morals, or whatever bullshit society pretends matters. They don’t stop until the job’s done.”

Ethan’s voice dropped lower, more certain. ”Once I sell the company, get the cash, I’ll find the top-tier space mercenary. The one who doesn’t miss. And they’ll kill Xavier.”

He didn’t care what came after that. ”And after Xavier’s dead... I don’t give a fuck what happens to me.”

While Ethan was sitting there, planning shit and talking with Maxmillian, Xavier was chilling in the academy, earphones in his ears. Not blasting music or whatever people normally used them for. He wasn’t there to zone out. He was listening.

Every sound coming from Alexander’s penthouse, every word, every movement. Ethan and Maxmillian talking, planning, whining, threatening... all of it. Angel had tapped into their comms and the penthouse’s system.

His lips moved, almost like he was talking to himself, but barely. ”Everything’s going just how I thought.”

He smirked, satisfied, like a chess master watching his pawns move right where he wanted.

The faint hum of the academy’s air conditioning mixed with distant footsteps in the hallway. He stood up, stretched slowly, looking too relaxed. ”Need to piss,” he said, voice flat, like it was the most ordinary thing in the world.

He started walking toward the washroom, steps measured, calm. The corridor was dim, with flickering lights in some parts. Nothing out of place.

When he passed the entrance to the girls’ washroom, a shadow moved faster than he could react. A hand shot out from the darkness and grabbed him, yanking him inside before he even had time to blink.

The hallway stayed quiet, like nothing happened. But inside the girls’ washroom, Xavier’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the person who pulled him in.

It was Reva.

The moment Xavier got pulled inside, the door locked behind them. No noise, just a click that made it clear there was no way out.

Before Xavier could even ask what she was playing at, Reva dropped to her knees, like she didn’t give a single fuck about subtlety.

Reva’s fingers didn’t hesitate. Her nails dug slightly into Xavier’s skin as she unzipped his pants, the metal teeth of the zipper grinding softly in the silence.

Her eyes stayed locked on his, dark and hungry, daring him to stop her.

Xavier’s eyes widened for a moment, a flicker of surprise mixed with something else. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

But when Reva opened her mouth, she didn’t open to speak.

Her mouth closed around his cock, warm and wet, sucking him in deep without care for subtlety.

Xavier’s body tensed hard, his breath hitching as she took him in. Her mouth was rough, greedy, and relentless, not soft or polite. Her tongue dragged over him, swirling, licking every inch, tasting, teasing, punishing.

Her hands gripped his thighs hard, squeezing, pulling him closer, anchoring herself like she wouldn’t let go.

Her hair tumbled over her face in messy waves, but her eyes never left his. They burned into him, daring him to stop her.

Of course, he didn’t.

Her teeth scraped him just enough to make him shudder, a sharp, electric jolt that made him curse under his breath.

She worked him like a pro, slow at first, almost mocking, then picking up the pace—faster, rougher, merciless.

Her lips slid up and down his shaft, wet and hot, the sound of skin against mouth loud in the tight space.

Xavier groaned louder now, his cock throbbing in her mouth, harder, slick with saliva.

His hand grabbed her hair tighter, pulling her deeper, harder, not gentle, no mercy.

Reva didn’t stop. She sucked, licked, nibbled, swallowed—owning every inch of him with a brutal, hungry precision.

Even though she was a vampire, the only thing she carved for at that moment was his fresh load of white and thick juice.

The cubicle was filled with the filthy sound of her mouth, his breathing, and the unspoken hunger between them.

No words were needed. Nothing else mattered.

Just raw, savage need.

Because this—this was exactly how it was meant to be.