The next day, Saturday morning in Koreatown was calm and peaceful. Golden sunlight filtered through the palm trees lining the streets as Leo jogged at a steady pace, wireless headphones blasting music in his ears. The air was still cool, carrying the faint scent of street food vendors preparing for the day and distant church bells.
Leo's mind, however, was anything but calm.
He had always been unnaturally observant — a habit drilled into him by his father. Even while running, his sharp amber eyes scanned everything around him without effort.
As he passed the small neighborhood park, he noticed his middle-aged neighbor — a married man in his forties — leaning against a bench in expensive designer clothes that looked completely out of place for a casual morning. The man was chatting up a young woman in her early twenties, flashing a confident smile and laughing a little too loudly. The girl was clearly flattered, twirling her hair and stepping closer.
Leo didn't slow down. He simply noted it all in silence.
Brand clothing just for this… and she's actually responding. Pathetic.
He slowed to a walk near the park bench, pulled a small packet of cat food from his pocket, and quietly scattered it behind the bench for the stray cats that always gathered there. Then he sat down for a moment, catching his breath.
He spoke to the System mentally, a small wishful smile on his lips.
'So System… I guess there are some kind of requirements to add women to the Prey list?'
The robotic voice answered instantly inside his head.
Correct, Host. Only women with whom you already share a meaningful connection can be marked as Prey. Random women cannot be added. The System does not reward meaningless conquests.
Leo's smile faded slightly, but he let out a soft chuckle.
Of course. Would've been too easy to just add random chicks and farm rewards.
He looked out at the calm park, sunlight dancing on the grass. Normally, weekends for Leo meant staying home, playing games in peace, and avoiding everyone. But today felt different. The hunger he had awakened last night was already stirring again.
He pulled out his phone and typed a quick message to Jennifer:
Leo: The party Roy invited us to yesterday… You want to go?
He slipped the phone back into his pocket, stood up, and muttered under his breath,
"The things I do for money… haa."
Then he started jogging again, heading back toward the house.
Leo entered the front door, still slightly sweaty from the run. The moment he stepped into the main hall, he froze.
She was wearing a tight black sports bra that barely contained her massive J-cup breasts and high-waisted grey yoga pants that hugged her wide hips and thick thighs like a second skin. Her long, dark auburn hair was tied in a high ponytail that swayed with every movement.
She was currently in a deep forward fold, her round ass pushed up high, the fabric of the yoga pants stretched tight across her curves.
She continued the routine smoothly, completely focused, unaware of Leo standing awkwardly in the doorway. Her body moved fluidly from one pose to another — the way her heavy breasts shifted with each breath, the arch of her back, the way her thighs and ass flexed as she transitioned into a downward dog position.
Every shift made her heavy breasts sway and her thighs flex. The morning sunlight streaming through the window highlighted the light sheen of sweat on her smooth skin.
Leo's eyes traced every line of her body for a few long seconds.
Quietly, he pulled out his phone, angled it carefully, and took a few quick, secret photos. He slipped the phone back into his pocket before anyone could notice.
He cleared his throat loudly. "Ahem."
Elizabeth acted as if she hadn't noticed him standing there the entire time. She straightened up gracefully, grabbed a small towel from the couch, and walked over to him with a warm smile.
"Sweetie, how was your jog?" she asked sweetly.
Before he could answer, she reached up and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead and neck with the towel. Her movements were slow and caring, the soft fabric brushing against his skin as her massive breasts lightly pressed against his arm.
Leo tried to take the towel from her. "I can do it myself, Mom."
Elizabeth didn't let go. She continued wiping his chest and shoulders, her voice soft but teasing.
"Let me. But Leo… you really should wear something to hide those muscles when you go out. Not everyone looks with good intentions, you know."
Leo smiled, calm and lazy as ever. "They can look if they want, Mom. That's all they can do."
He smiled wider, his amber eyes meeting hers.
Elizabeth paused, the towel still in her hand, and looked up at his face. For a brief moment, her gaze lingered on his sharp features and the quiet confidence in his expression. Something flickered in her eyes — a mix of affection and something deeper she quickly tried to hide.
She gave a small, almost shy laugh and stepped back, folding the towel neatly.
"You're growing up too fast," she murmured, turning away to continue her yoga as if nothing had happened.
Leo stood there for another second, watching her resume her stretches, before heading toward his room.
***
The nightlife of Los Angeles was alive and pulsing. Neon lights painted the streets in vibrant colors, music spilled from clubs and rooftop bars, and luxury cars cruised down the boulevards under a starlit sky.
Inside Jennifer's modest off-campus apartment, the energy was lighter but just as lively. She stepped out of her room after finishing her preparations, and the moment she appeared, her red-haired best friend, Olivia, let out a low whistle.
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She wore a stunning floor-length red sequined gown that hugged every curve of her voluptuous body. The off-shoulder sweetheart neckline showcased her ample cleavage and shoulders, while thousands of tiny sequins sparkled with every movement. A daring high slit ran up one leg, revealing smooth, toned thigh with each step. Her long silver-gray hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail that swayed gracefully, with a few loose strands framing her face. Long sparkling earrings completed the look.
She hugged Olivia tightly. "Thanks for letting me borrow the dress, Oli. It's perfect."
Olivia smiled and patted her back. "Just bring it back in one piece, okay? I spent all my savings on that thing."
Jennifer laughed softly, clearly excited. Leo had never once taken the initiative for a date or party — it was always her dragging him along. Tonight felt different.
Her phone buzzed on the counter. She checked it quickly, then kissed Olivia on the cheek. "I'm off. Wish me luck!"
Downstairs, Leo leaned against his old silver Honda, hands in the pockets of his cream trousers. He wore a simple black polo shirt that stretched across his broad chest and muscular arms. The outfit was casual, but on him it looked dangerously sharp.
When Jennifer stepped out of the building, Leo's eyebrows rose in genuine surprise. He let out a low whistle.
"Damn, Jennifer…" he said, looking her up and down slowly. "You do know it's just a stupid party, right? You look like a spark in the night. How is anyone supposed to keep their eyes off you?"
Jennifer blushed lightly, a rare, shy smile crossing her lips. "Does it really look good?"
Leo nodded without hesitation. "It does. Come on, let's go."
He walked around and opened the passenger door for her.
Jennifer paused, staring at the old Honda. "Leo… do we really have to take this car? You know, people look down on us because of it, right?"
Leo's thoughts flashed darkly for a split second — Well, I don't have my father's money to carry me, princess — but his expression stayed soft and calm.
"Who cares what they think?" he replied easily. "This thing gets us there safe and comfortable. Isn't that enough?"
Jennifer smiled lightly, thinking to herself, I don't know if he's really ignorant or if he just doesn't care… but he's cute.
She stepped closer, rose on her toes, and kissed his cheek gently. "Don't be too cute tonight. There are going to be a lot of crazy bitches there."
Leo shook his head with a small chuckle and moved to the driver's side.
Just as he was about to get in, he felt eyes on them. His sharp gaze flicked up toward the apartment building. From one of the windows, Olivia was peeking secretly. The moment Leo looked up, she quickly ducked out of sight.
Leo didn't think much of it. He slid into the driver's seat, started the engine, and pulled away into the glittering Los Angeles night.
/c/DevilsWhisper