Young God of Knowledge

15 Sexual Predators

"Vivian," Victor said in a lower voice, "you look a little flushed. Maybe we should move somewhere more... private? I have a room upstairs."

Vivian nodded slowly, her smile turning into something that wasn't quite herself. "Maybe... that's a good idea..."

Kevin arrived at their table.

"Sorry to interrupt," he said coldly, his hand immediately pressing a point on Vivian's neck.

Vivian gasped, her eyes blinking rapidly as if she had just woken up from a dream.

"Who are you?!" Victor stood up, his face red. "We're having an important meeting here!"

Kevin didn't answer. His hand continued to work, pressing acupuncture points on Vivian's shoulders and arms. Each pressure point was designed to improve blood flow and remove the effects of the powder from Vivian's system.

"Kevin?" Vivian whispered in confusion. "What... why did I feel strange just now?"

"Be quiet for now," Kevin said softly. "Let me finish this."

Victor moved forward angrily. "Hey! I'm asking you! Who are you and what are you doing to my client?!"

"I'm her husband," Kevin replied without turning his head. "And I'm freeing my wife from the effects of the aphrodisiac powder you spread."

Victor froze. His face paled for a split second before he forced out a laugh.

"Powder? What are you talking about? I never—"

"Your handkerchief." Kevin cut him off. "The powder is in the folds of your handkerchief. You covered your nose when you took it out so you wouldn't be affected by it."

"That's a baseless accusation!" Victor shouted with feigned anger. "I'm a respectable man! A successful businessman from Europe! I would never—"

Kevin finished applying the last bit of pressure to Vivian's wrist. The effects of the powder had been neutralised.

Vivian blinked several times, her head feeling clearer now. And with that clarity came the memory of what had almost happened.

The way she had smiled at Victor. The way her body had moved. The way she had almost agreed to go to the man's hotel room.

"You..." Vivian stood up, her face red with anger. "You tried to do that to me."

"No! That's not true!" Victor took a step back. "I don't know what your husband is talking about. This is slander!"

Kevin moved with unseen speed. One second his hands were empty, the next Victor's phone was in his hands.

"Hey! That's mine!"

Kevin ignored Victor's protests. His fingers moved quickly across the phone screen, easily breaking through the password.

What he found made him clench his jaw.

A hidden folder contained dozens of videos. Young girls with glazed eyes, their bodies moving beyond their control. Victor was in every video, smiling smugly like a predator enjoying its prey.

"This..." Kevin turned the phone so the screen faced Vivian.

Vivian covered her mouth, her face pale with disgust and anger. "Oh my God..."

Victor paled. "That... that's not... give me back my phone!"

"With pleasure." Kevin said coldly. "After I send all this to the police database."

His fingers moved quickly. Within seconds, all the videos and data from Victor's phone had been sent to the National Police server along with his current GPS location.

"No!" Victor tried to grab his phone, but Kevin easily pushed him away. "You can't do this! I'm a European citizen! I have diplomatic protection!"

"There's no protection for someone like you." Kevin threw the phone back to Victor. "In an hour, your name will be on the wanted list in several countries. Especially since your victims are from different countries. I suggest you turn yourself in before the police find you."

Victor caught his phone with trembling hands. His face was pale, his eyes darting around for a way out.

"This isn't over!" he shouted as he backed away. "You don't know who I am! I have connections! I—"

He turned and ran out of the restaurant.

Kevin watched him leave coldly. He was worried that the police would not move quickly enough to catch Victor before he fled the country. But at least the evidence had been spread. Victor would not be able to do this again without the risk of being caught.

"Kevin."

Vivian's voice made Kevin turn his head. His wife was standing beside him, her face a mixture of relief, anger, and something else.

"Thank you," Vivian said softly. "If you hadn't been here just now..."

"Don't worry about it," Kevin interrupted. "The important thing is that you're okay."

Vivian paused for a moment, studying her husband's face. "How did you know about the powder? How were you able to neutralise it?"

Kevin did not answer.

"Kevin." Vivian stepped closer. "Who are you really?"

The question hung in the air. The same question that many people had asked, but Kevin had never answered.

"I'm your husband." Kevin finally said. "That's all you need to know for now."

Vivian stared at him for a long time. Something had changed in her eyes. It was no longer disbelief or suspicion. But a deeper curiosity.

"One day," Vivian said softly, "you have to tell me the truth."

Kevin didn't answer. But for the first time, he didn't immediately refuse.

"Let's go home." He said, offering his hand. "It's late."

Vivian stared at his hand for a few seconds. Then, slowly, she took it.

They walked out of the restaurant together, hand in hand. Not as a couple who had been forced together. But perhaps, for the first time, as something more.

---

In the car, Vivian sat in silence. Her mind was still processing what had just happened.

Victor Bernstein. A respectable businessman, turned out to be a predator who had claimed many victims. And she had almost become one of them.

If it weren't for Kevin...

"Kevin." Vivian broke the silence. "You said Victor used an aphrodisiac powder. How did you know such a powder existed?"

Kevin didn't answer right away. His eyes gazed at the dark road outside the window.

"Five years ago," he finally said, "I met someone who taught me many things. Traditional medicine, martial arts, knowledge of poisons and medicines. Aphrodisiac powder was one of the things he taught me."

Vivian waited, hoping Kevin would continue. But the man fell silent again.

"Who was that person?"

"My teacher." Kevin answered briefly. "That's all I can tell you for now."

Vivian wanted to ask more, but she held back. Kevin had already opened up a little about his past. That was a big step forward.

"Thank you," Vivian said again. "Not just for tonight. But also for healing me from the poison back then. And for... for staying by my side even though I didn't treat you well at first."

Kevin glanced at her. "You didn't treat me badly."

"I kept my distance. I didn't trust you. I—"

"That's normal," Kevin interrupted calmly. "You woke up from a coma and found yourself married to a stranger. Anyone would act that way."

Vivian was silent for a moment. "But you still protected me. Even after finding out how your family treated you. Even after finding out that this marriage was a trap to get rid of you."

Kevin shrugged. "You're not to blame for any of that. You're just like me, used by our families for their own interests."

Vivian looked at her husband with new eyes. All this time, she had seen Kevin as a mystery. A man who appeared out of nowhere with unbelievable abilities. A man who spoke little but did a lot.

"Kevin." Vivian said softly.

"Yes?"

"I'm glad you're my husband. Not Vano or anyone else my family chose."

Kevin turned, slightly surprised by the statement.

Vivian smiled slightly. "Don't be too surprised. I'm just telling the truth."

Kevin didn't answer, but the corners of his lips lifted slightly. Almost like a smile.

The car glided in comfortable silence. Outside, the city lights twinkled like stars falling to earth.

For tonight, at least, everything was fine.