The Supreme War God Has Returned!

Chapter 017 – “Pervert!”

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For the first time in years, Zach genuinely had no idea didn't know what to do.

For so long, he had kept his chastity, touching no woman whatsoever because of his promise.

But now, due to a moment of carelessness and vulnerability, he had taken something he could never return.

‘What to do now…?’ He thought suddenly

Over the years, Zach had faced armies, assassins, and dire situations without blinking.

He had always been cold, dominant, and emotionless.

Yet here he was… seated on the bed, he felt more disoriented than he had in years.

The irony was bitter enough to choke on.

Without even realizing it, Zach grew agitated that if this were under different circumstances, even he would have been shocked to realize that someone as disciplined, dominant, and composed as himself could ever be reduced to this.

It was ridiculous.

Suddenly:

“Ughh…”

A soft, pained groan shattered the silence.

Zach’s brows furrowed slightly, then slowly and unhurriedly, he turned, only to find the woman beside him stirring awake.

One delicate hand rose to clutch her forehead, her brows knitting together as she winced, clearly suffering from a headache… clearly the aftermath of the previous night's intoxication.

Her lashes fluttered weakly, her lips parting as she let out a shallow breath, appearing both disoriented and fragile.

Her expression was unguarded and innocent, looking like someone violently dragged out of sleep and dumped into confusion without warning.

From her face alone, it was obvious she had no idea where she was or what was going on, a realization that made Zach massage his temples.

Just at that moment, the woman’s brows drew together more tightly.

Then, in a low, hoarse, confused, yet strangely melodious voice, she muttered, half-asleep,

“Why does it… feel like I’m lying on another body?”

The words barely left her lips before she shifted, suddenly turning her head.

In the following second, her eyes met Zach’s, and… time froze.

For a second… no, maybe two, she simply stared at him, unmoving, her mind visibly scrambling to process the image before her.

Confusion flooded her gaze first, thick and unfocused. Then realization crept in.

Finally, pure terror exploded across her face.

In the next moment, her pupils shrank violently as she jerked backward, the duvet slipping as she scrambled away from him.

Then her hand shot out, pointing at Zach with a finger that trembled so badly that it looked like it might snap.

“You…” her voice cracked.

“You…!”

She tried to continue, but the word died in her throat before, finally, unable to help herself again, she screamed.

“Pervert!” The word tore out of her throat.

“Who are you and what are you doing in my room?!”

Her voice was so sharp and high-pitched, drenched in fear, rage, and vigilance.

Once she screamed that, she began to back away again until her spine hit the wall, her eyes locked onto Zach as though he were some kind of predator pulled straight from a nightmare.

Her breathing turned frantic.