Apocalypse Rebirth: Making Billions With My Fortune-Telling Skill

Nat turned his head toward the door, golden eyes glinting with something sharp and knowing.

”Yeah, yeah, sure. Whatever you say,” He paused, then added, almost lazily, ”Does it feel nice?” he asked, his voice low and clearly mocking. ”Having to control us even when you’re not involved... standing there giving instructions like you’re the one running the show, when we all know you’ll never be the one who actually gets to touch her.”

Samuel did not answer.

Something moved across his face — barely perceptible, a flicker that vanished almost before it could be named. He lifted his middle finger and flicked the bridge of his glasses upward with precise, controlled force. His voice, when it came, was perfectly level.

Before he could say anything, April spoke up, her voice calm but firm from the mattress.

”Nat, don’t speak to Samuel that way.”

Nat twisted his lips into a dissatisfied, crooked line, letting out a low click of his tongue. He cut a sharp glance toward Samuel, clearly annoyed by her immediate defense, but he didn’t push it further.

”Tch, fine.”

Samuel remained still for a fraction of a second, his dark eyes flickering toward April. The subtle shift in his expression smoothed back out into his usual, unreadable composure.

”Thank you, Miss April,” Samuel murmured softly, bowing his head just an inch. Then, returning his focus back to the task at hand, his instructional tone returned without a single crack. ”Continue.”

Nat’s smirk widened, dismissing the slight scolding like it never happened. He rolled his shoulders, then crawled onto the bed with the slow, deliberate hunger of a man who had been waiting far too long.

”My turn, sweetheart.”

He didn’t immediately shove her down the way she half-expected. Instead, Nat braced himself over her and started with his mouth. Warm, open-mouthed kisses trailed down the side of her neck, lingering at the sensitive spot just beneath her ear.

Then lower—across the soft swell of her breast, his teeth grazing lightly over one nipple until it tightened, before continuing down the center of her stomach. He kissed a slow path over her navel, then lower still, until his breath ghosted across the newly healed skin between her thighs.

He stopped there when he felt her jerk.

A low chuckle rumbled out of him as he lifted his head, eyes gleaming with sudden, wicked realization.

”Say, sweetheart...” His voice was rough with amusement. ”That little miracle water of yours. Heals everything, right? Every wound. Every mark.” He dragged one thick finger slowly through her folds, feeling how soft and tight she still was despite just going one round with Xavier. ”Does that mean it healed this too?”

The room went still.

Xavier’s brows furrowed. Alexander’s eyes narrowed slightly. Even Samuel’s posture shifted by a fraction.

April was speechless. If the revitalization water healed every wound on the body, then it was possible that her broken hymen was...

Nat’s grin turned sharp and delighted.

”Only one way to find out.”

He grabbed a condom from the side table and held it out to her between two fingers, his eyes glinting with challenge.

”Put it on me for me, sweetheart.”

April didn’t say a word. She simply sat up just enough to take it.

It was her first time handling one, but she had seen how Xavier did it.

Nat was already fully hard—thick, heavy, and flushed dark at the tip. Her fingers fumbled against the unfamiliar texture. The condom stuck, rolled wrong, and nearly slipped off before she could get it halfway down. A low, amused sound left Nat’s throat.

”That’s the cutests thing I’ve seen you do, sweetheart,” he said and closed one large hand over hers, steadying her, and together they worked the latex down his length until it sat snug at the base.

The whole process was messy, a little awkward, and somehow more intimate than if he had done it himself, leaving her a little flushed and embarrassed.

”Good enough,” he murmured, voice rough. Then he pushed her back down.

He knelt over her body, lined the head of his thick dick over her entrance, and pushed in—slowly. It was clearly not the sudden thrust she had braced for. Just a steady, relentless press.

The head of his dick stretched her open, and the resistance was immediate, familiar, and unmistakable.

Nat’s breath left him in a rough grunt.

”Fuck... you’re tight.” His hips flexed, pushing another inch inside her. ”You feel that, sweetheart? That’s me breaking you open for the second time tonight.”

April’s hand flew up to cover her mouth. The same sharp, stretching pain bloomed between her legs—not quite as vicious as the first time, her body already knowing what to expect—but still tight and undeniable. Her eyes widened slightly over her fingers.

To think... I became a virgin again? The practical logic of the revitalization water hit her with sudden clarity—it wasn’t just erasing the pain; it was literally resetting her anatomy back to what it considered normal. And her normal state of being was before the hymen was broken.

It was scientifically impossible, but this had nothing to do with science.

Nat didn’t give her time to spiral into the thought. He pulled back just enough that she felt every ridge of his dick sliding against the newly torn rim, then leaned down until his forehead nearly touched hers.

”Now, now. Eyes on me, sweetheart.” His voice dropped into that low, commanding rasp. ”I’m going to make you feel better than you ever have.”

He pushed back in, deeper this time, still controlled but no longer careful the way Xavier had been. A thick, filthy groan left him as her body clenched around the intrusion.

”You’ve been so fucking frustrated,” he murmured against her hand, his hips beginning a slow, deep rhythm. ”All those times I had you in my arms and couldn’t do a damn thing about it. Bedroom, elevator... The car. Every time I pressed up against you and felt how needy your body was getting.” Another deep thrust dragged a muffled sound from behind her hand. ”I’m going to make up for every single one of those moments. Properly.”

Alexander let out a quiet breath from the headboard, blue eyes half-lidded as he watched.

”He talks too much,” he muttered under his breath.

Nat didn’t even glance his way. He simply caught April’s wrist, pulled her hand away from her mouth, and pinned it gently but firmly above her head.

”I want to hear you,” he said. Then he snapped his hips forward harder, and the first real moan tore out of her throat.

”Ahh—!”