10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 66- Head of the Family

He had allowed Cruxius significant personal freedom, yes, but only because he had genuinely believed that his intelligent son would eventually understand the true value of deep loyalty and unwavering commitment—just as he himself had once done when he first met Cruxius’s stunning mother.

But this? A massive, lustful harem?

He ran a heavy hand through his greying hair in deep, mounting frustration.

’Did I make a fatal mistake in his upbringing?’ The Head had been a wild, passionate young man once, heavily indulging in fleeting, breathless relationships with beautiful women. But when he had finally met his late wife, all of that meaningless lust ended instantly.

He had ruthlessly left all other women behind. He had firmly thought Cruxius would do the exact same when the right, powerful woman came along to claim his heart and his bed.

But now, Cruxius was clearly not interested in any such binding commitment.

He wanted a hedonistic harem.

But that absolutely wouldn’t do.

No.

His arrogant son desperately needed strict discipline. He needed to be forced to understand exactly what it meant to carry the powerful Blac family name with true honor.

He turned his broad shoulders to the heavy oak door. "Ermond."

The impeccably dressed butler entered without a single sound, his expression perfectly calm but sharply observant. He had heard the rare, simmering anger in the Master’s deep voice, and he knew this wasn’t an ordinary, trivial matter.

"Master?" With a deeply respectful tone, Ermond asked, his sharp eyes taking in everything. He was wearing a classic, tailored black coat and crisp white gloves, the telltale, flawless uniform of a high-class butler, as he placed his hand formally over his heart.

The Head looked at him, his face a hard mask of pure frustration. "Did you hear what Cruxius just said to me?"

Ermond didn’t answer right away, as if carefully weighing his precise words. "Yes, Master. The Young Master flatly rejected the formal marriage proposal I delivered. I’m afraid he deeply desires not to follow the strict family tradition." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The Head’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he digested Ermond’s diplomatic words.

Rejected?

This was not a simple, naive rejection of continuing the family line; instead, this was a blatant, mocking rejection of a century-old, sacred tradition of the entire royal lineage of the Blac family.

His grip on the armrest tightened until his knuckles turned white.

"He first rejected the very idea of a proper marriage...." The Head repeated, his deep voice dropping dangerously low. "A harem? That foolish brat doesn’t get it at all. True queens rise powerfully with their king, while cheap chicks only show up when the golden nest is already built. He’s mindlessly chasing chicks, completely failing to see the necessity of a true queen standing beside him."

One could easily hear the raw frustration in his voice as he intimately reflected on how his brilliant wife was the only one who stood faithfully by him during his toughest, darkest times and ruthlessly helped build their massive corporate empire from the ground up.

Sure, he inherited some vast wealth, but to actually grow it into a global superpower, he absolutely needed his wife—who ruled like a true queen—by his side.

Meanwhile, his lustful son was busy thinking about filling his bed with beautiful women who only wanted him for his endless money and raw power, without bringing any real, lasting value of their own—like mindless chickens waiting to be fed.

"Indeed, Master," Ermond replied smoothly, keeping his voice carefully neutral but tinged with genuine worry. He had been keeping a very close eye on the young master’s recent, highly scandalous activities. He knew exactly what kind of voluptuous, easily manipulated women he was currently in contact with. They were easily swayed by his dark charm and couldn’t possibly be considered worthy enough to sit beside him as the formidable Mistress of the Blac family. "He aggressively wants to make his own, independent choices, it seems. He will not be swayed by traditional, moral values."

The Head clenched his fists tightly. "Well, let him try."

He stood up suddenly, his towering form commanding and filled with dark intent. "I will force him to see that the Blac name isn’t something to be casually discarded for a quick thrill. If he arrogantly wants a harem, I will make him fall hopelessly for just one woman—someone fiercely strong, someone heavily disciplined, someone capable enough to violently correct his mental, lust-driven disability."

Ermond raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow. "Master, you would purposefully send him beautiful women?"

Wasn’t that simply sending soft, willing prey straight to a hungry, waiting predator?

"Yes," the Head replied sharply, his eyes flashing. "But not just any soft, submissive women. I want the absolute toughest, most fiercely disciplined ones you can find. Ones who will forcefully make him fall in love with her. Let’s see exactly how long that pathetic harem disease lasts when he faces a truly powerful woman who utterly refuses to bow to his dark whims or spread her legs on command."

He turned to face Ermond, his authoritative gaze hardening into steel. "I want women who passionately, violently hate polygamy. Ones who will make him deeply regret ever thinking he can simply collect beautiful lovers like trophies. I highly doubt that arrogant brat will be able to play my own strategic move against me this time."

Ermond considered this dark strategy for a moment, then lowered his gaze slightly, formally acknowledging the immense challenge. "You are not drastically underestimating him, Master?"

The Head’s lips curled into a thin, calculating smile, almost imperceptible. "No. I’m merely reminding him exactly of his proper place."

There was a long, heavy silence in the grand office before Ermond spoke again, his voice almost cautious. "Master, if I may be so bold... the Young Master is certainly your blood, but his dark intelligence and his ruthless temperament also heavily carry the dominant traits of the late Mistress."

The Head froze completely. His dark eyes narrowed as he fully took in Ermond’s heavy words.

The late Mistress—the stunning, brilliant woman he had loved more passionately than anyone.

The fierce woman who had given Cruxius the dark gifts of overwhelming intellect and sharp insight, but who had also been... wildly independent.

Far more fiercely independent than any man or powerful family could ever hope to truly tame.

The Head’s stern expression shifted slightly.

He hadn’t considered that dangerous angle, but now it clicked violently into place.

His son might have inherited far more than just his sharp, calculating intellect—he might have directly inherited the late Mistress’s burning drive for absolute freedom, for ruthlessly choosing his own path, regardless of the cost.

In the end, she did arrogantly leave the royal family and her highly coveted title as a princess just to marry the head of Blac family on her own terms.

A sharp, devastating woman who made even him—a powerful man of immense culture—instantly forget any other woman’s body; that particular, dangerous trait of dark manipulation and shrewdness may have been passed down directly to Cruxius.

That would make him even more incredibly dangerous to control.

"Ermond," the Head said slowly, his voice tight with anticipation, "I want the absolute details of every single woman we send to him. I want them to be flawlessly thorough, highly disciplined, and absolutely, beautifully unyielding in their strict beliefs."