System Mission: Seduce the Final Boss [BL]-Chapter 70: She just got in and out in a second

"Hurt me?"

Blake felt the heat crawl up his neck and settle across his cheeks. The words sounded absurd the moment they left his mouth, almost laughable. Someone like him, completely ordinary, could never truly hurt someone like Myles.

Not really.

He buried his head, hiding himself in the crook of Myles’ neck, his breath warm against his skin.

"I want to ask you something..."

He had to.

He needed to.

If he didn’t start asking, didn’t start pushing, he’d stay stuck exactly where he was.

Still, he hesitated.

His arms tightened slightly around Myles, holding on like he needed the contact to be sure of himself.

"Go ahead."

"...."

Blake lifted his head slowly, his gaze locking onto Myles’ without wavering this time.

"I want to know why you’re so unwilling to be around people."

Myles looked down at him, and under that gaze, Blake’s heart began pounding, loud and violent, like it was trying to break free from his chest.

"I know you’re trying to make it seem normal," Blake continued, quieter now. "But I also know it’s not."

His grip loosened on Myles’ shirt, his hand went upward, fingers brushing against his cheek.

"Even if you’re not ready to give me a full answer, I’ll wait—"

"I don’t want to."

Blake froze.

He hadn’t expected such a direct answer. Before he could react, Myles’ hand came up, pressing Blake’s hand more firmly against his face.

"Because they’re all in front of something I want to achieve."

Blake’s breath caught sharply.

That answer... wasn’t it too straightforward? Just, way too open?

Anyone investigating on him would’ve understood exactly what that meant. Anyone else would’ve realized how dangerous those words were.

’And he’s telling me this? But why?’

What made him think Blake wouldn’t repeat it... wouldn’t use it against him?

"You said you’d never hurt me."

Myles leaned closer.

Blake instinctively leaned back, flustered, but didn’t get far, Myles’ forehead pressed against his, stopping him.

"Blake."

His hand tightened slightly against Blake’s hand.

"I’ll never let you get hurt, either."

The words were so soft and sweet.

But his eyes, his eyes weren’t.

They consumed and held his eyes in place.

For the first time, Blake became aware of it.

Not just the sound, not just the rhythm, but the feeling.

His heart, it fluttered.

Not the frantic, painful pounding. Not the suffocating, crushing pressure that came with fear or anxiety.

No.

This was so much lighter, definitely strange and unfamiliar.

And yet, as he stared into Myles’ eyes, that endless black swallowing everything in its path, Blake felt something even stranger.

Calm.

It didn’t make sense.

There was nothing gentle about Myles. Nothing soft about the way he spoke, the way he looked at him, like he was something to be taken apart, understood piece by piece.

And yet, Blake smiled, a small, soft curve of his lips, like something inside him had loosened just enough to let it happen.

Myles stilled.

He stared at Blake’s smile, looking focused.

Blake didn’t even realize he was doing it, didn’t realize how exposed he looked.

How unguarded.

Then, Myles’ eyes moved toward the door, suddenly looking colder. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Blake barely had time to register the shift before the door swung open.

Blake’s body reacted before his mind could catch up, he jolted, muscles tightening, instinctively trying to push himself up, but a hand pressed firmly against him.

Holding him down.

Blake’s breath hitched as he was forced back against the bed, his body still tense, still ready to move, to react, but Myles slowly stood up.

And only then did Blake’s eyes shift toward the doorway.

His stepmother stood there.

And just like that, everything changed.

Blake felt it immediately.

A sharp spike in his chest, like something had stabbed straight through him.

His vision warped slightly, edges blurring, curving inward, fish-eyed, distorted and wrong.

His breathing turned uneven.

It was too fast and shallow.

’No fucking way.’

He clenched his jaw, the irritation coming just as quickly as the reaction.

He hated this.

Hated how this body responded before he could control it. Hated how something as simple as her presence could unravel him so easily.

His fingers curled into the sheets beneath him.

He forced himself to breathe.

In.

Out.

In...

Myles’ hand returned, pressing lightly against his shoulder.

Then, with surprising gentleness, he pushed Blake back fully onto the bed, guiding him down until he was lying flat.

Blake blinked up at him, the distortion in his vision slowly easing.

A quiet, breathy chuckle slipped past his lips.

"...Thanks."

The woman’s heels clicked softly against the floor as she walked further into the room.

Her gaze moved over Blake first, before shifting to Myles.

"You can leave."

The words were directed at Myles, as flat and authoritative as always.

Blake’s chest tightened again, but this time, not from panic.

From something else.

"No."

The word came out before he could stop it, both of them looked at him.

Blake pushed himself up slightly on his elbows, his gaze fixed on her.

"I don’t want him to leave."

Of course, the air because tense immediately.

"What are you doing here?" he added, his voice steadier now, though the dryness in his throat made it feel rougher than intended.

Her expression shifted, eyes narrowing slightly, lips pressing together before she spoke.

"I heard you were hurt."

Blake stilled.

"I’ve already spoken with the doctor."

Something inside him faltered.

His mouth went dry instantly.

His hands, his feet, they tingled faintly, like the sensation had drained out of them.

It felt unreal. Completely, utterly unreal.

Because, was he... feeling happy?

The thought hit him so abruptly it almost made him dizzy.

Happy?

That she came?

That she asked?

That she noticed?

’Jesus, are these Blake’s actual feelings towards her? But how?’

It was even weirder because last time, just eating with the family made his chest tighten until he could barely breathe.

Last time, he’d felt like he was going to die.

So why, why did this feel different?

Why did it feel lighter?

Like something he had been waiting for without realizing it?

Blake swallowed hard, his gaze dropping for a brief second.

It didn’t make sense.

’Was she or was she not horrible towards him? I can understand him having hope towards his half siblings or father but... her?!’

He couldn’t understand how Blake’s feelings weren’t making him feel recoiled, instead.

Her brows furrowed slightly, her expression tightening again.

"I also heard," she continued, her tone sharpening just a fraction, "that you went to the SSRT tower."

Blake’s eyes flicked back up.

"And that you were involved with Alfred Hitch."

There it was.

’How the hell did she even get to know such information... did that man call them or something?’

"Why," she asked, "did you go there after being explicitly told not to get involved?"

Blake’s expression hardened.

"As things stand," he said slowly, "that’s really none of your business."

"..."

Her hand clenched at her side.

For a moment, it looked like she might say something else, her lips parted slightly, her gaze sharpening, but then, she turned and walked out.

Just like that, the door closed behind her with a quiet, final click.

Blake didn’t move.

Not immediately.

Then, his hand shot to his chest, gripping so tight it almost hurt.

His breathing hitched again.

"—"

It was disgusting.

That feeling.

He hated it.

Hated how his chest felt too full, too tight, like something was trying to claw its way out.

Hated how he couldn’t tell if what he’d felt earlier was eventually going to disappear forever or not.

Myles sat down beside him again.

A hand slid to Blake’s face, gently but firmly guiding it downward until his forehead pressed against Myles’ shoulder, his mouth brushing against the fabric near his collar.

"Blake, focus on your breathing slowly."

Myles’ other hand moved to Blake’s, which was still clenched against his chest.

He pried it loose, not forcefully, but persistently, fingers working through the tension until Blake’s grip weakened.

"Don’t hold it in like that, you’ll scratch yourself like that."

Blake exhaled shakily.

Then inhaled.

Again.

Slower this time.

His body resisted at first, his chest tightening again, instinctively trying to revert, but Myles’ hand remained there, not letting him spiral.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

The tension eased just a little.

Blake tilted his head back, looking up at him.

And then, he let out a soft laugh.

"...I’m getting spoiled too much, come on."

The words slipped out without much thought, but once they did, he didn’t even try taking them back, because it was true.

The way Myles held him, grounded him, stayed without being asked... it was dangerous.

Blake knew that.

Knew how easy it would be to rely on it.

To need it.

And yet, he didn’t pull away, instead, he stayed right where he was.

Looking at him, breathing a little easier.

Even with everything tangled inside him, this part felt... simple.