I Said Make My Abilities Average! - Chapter 83

Once upon a time, an Alchemist Grandmaster from the World of Immortals accidentally took possession of a playboy, who hailed from a rich and powerful family, and became a student in the middle of his midterms.

On the day of her escape from prison, she had died unexpectedly and was reborn into the body of Madam Huo.

Mature content (18+)“How far would you go for love?”Cruel and twisted Atlas Martini had 3 rules.1. Never mix business with pleasure2. Don't ever give second chances3. Never get emotional attached to someone.He has never been tempted to break these rules until he met her.His new secretary, Meredith Rossi.With her big glasses and doe eyes, she was the most innocent and pure woman he has ever met. he couldn't wait to taint her.To ruin, claim and bend her over his desk.She was supposed to be a prey for him to play around with until he found himself addicted to her. Like a drug, he craved an overdose.Now she was his secretary,His AngelHis good girl.A woman with dark secrets, Meredith Rossi didn't think running away from home with her little brother would change her life forever. Her boss was everything she should avoid.Fierce, ruthless, a promised pain and sexy as hell.When he proposition a devilish deal she agreed because life was too short not to live out your dark fantasies. Temptation was the ultimate ruin of man and if she was going down she might as well pick her poison which was him.Now he was her BossHer dominantHer ultimate downfall.Theirs was a love story that questioned how far you would go for love---would you fall in love with a cursed monster?-------------------Excerpt;“You got such a dirty imagination for an Angel.” Atlas grasped her chin in one hand and forced her to meet his gaze.“Touch yourself Angel.” Atlas ordered, his breath tickling her ear.“Let me see what you do when you are alone with your dirty fantasies.”

“Y-young master, the Lord is requesting your presence.”

I looked at myself in the mirror as a maid's voice, laced with trepidation, reached my ears.

“Tell him I'll be there shortly.”

“I understand, y-young master.”

I paid no mind to her quivering presence, my gaze fixed on my reflection.

And this is exactly why I despise this character, Yes, He is a villain with my name but does it matter, no, the problem is this guy's weight he is so heavy that this tub of lard is weighing me down, literally.

For someone who prides themselves on muscle, nothing's worse than “fat,” and this guy before me? Well, he's a prime example of that.

“I suppose I need a workout.”

Reaching the door, exhaustion gripped me and I found myself gasping for breath. It was unbelievable – this body was so darn heavy.

After an arduous struggle, I finally made my way out of the room, causing servants carrying a litter¹ to scurry over. They lowered it, creating a path for me to step onto it.

I tried to ignore the spectacle – it was this pampering that turned this fatty into a giant tire. Pushing the annoyance aside, I began to move, managing only about 10 steps before my legs gave out.

Damn it. Seriously? I collapsed, leaving the twenty servants to hastily lift me and place me onto the litter. For me, it felt more like a stretcher. There I was, sprawled on it like some mountain, panting heavily.

“You damn god! I hope the protagonist of your favorite novel gets NTRed!”

“We're here, young master.”

Can you believe it? his father's office is just thirty steps away from this pumpkin room, yet he insists on using a litter.

“Give me a hand.”

I ordered while cursing this hefty body under my breath.

“Oh, come, come, my dear child. How was your day?”

I glanced at the middle-aged man, his face exuding warmth and care.

As for my feelings? This old man right here is the reason this chubby exists. Not that I give a darn about my indulgent father.

“I'm alright, Dad.”

Yes, imagine this: as a noble, this old man spoiled this pumpkin so much that he thinks he can go around scolding the mansion's maids and servants.

“Take a seat. Hey, fetch his chair!”

You might wonder why he doesn't sit on a regular chair. Well, that's because the chair is custom-made to accommodate this hippo-sized frame.

“What's going on, Dad?”

Seriously, why would he summon this big old hippo over to his quarters? There's gotta be a reason for it....

“Your fiancee is coming tomorrow”

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