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Yet, with power, influence, and immense wealth came overwhelming temptation, and James found himself teetering on the edge of darkness.

This descent into moral ambiguity was a common fate for those born into privilege, and James was no exception. Behind his charming smile and polished exterior lay a world of hidden vices and secrets that he had managed to cloak from public view.

He had learned the art of deception, skillfully concealing his darker inclinations beneath a façade of respectability. But despite his efforts to maintain this image, he was still vulnerable to the consequences of his choices.

He had always believed he could control the shadows that danced around him, but he was about to discover that he was no match for our overpowered MC, a figure whose strength and influence had grown beyond anything James could comprehend.

Our op MC was not just powerful; he was practically a force of nature, an unstoppable entity who seemed to possess the ability to bend reality itself. In a world where James thought he held the upper hand, he was now merely a pawn, caught in a game he hadn’t even realized he was playing.

As fate would have it, James found himself facing an insurmountable challenge. The girl he thought he could always count on—his faithful girlfriend—was on the verge of being stolen away by our very own protagonist.

"Hmmm…" James stirred awake to the persistent ringing of his phone. Groggy, he opened one eye and reached for it, squinting against the dim light.

The time read 1 a.m., and he cursed the person daring to disturb him at such an ungodly hour. Just as irritation was settling in, he was jolted by surprise when he saw who was calling: his girlfriend, Jasmine.

"What’s up, baby? Why are you calling me this late? Let me guess, you miss me that much, huh?" he asked, trying to inject some humor into his surprise, though his heart was racing with curiosity.

"Look at me now, James. Don’t you want to play in the dark?" Jasmine replied, her voice sultry and teasing. "I’ll let you see just how wild I can get."

As her words hung in the air, a wave of confusion washed over him. Then he heard her moan, low and enticing, and he shot upright in bed, shock coursing through him.

His heart raced as he looked more closely at his phone and realized it was a video call. The truth hit him like a cold wave: Jasmine was clearly drunk and wild.

She was dancing provocatively against another man, her body grinding against his groin in a way that left no doubt about the situation. The man, visibly aroused, had a look of eager delight on his face, while Jasmine moved with a confident abandon, her laughter and flirtation intoxicating. In that moment, James felt as if the world around him had stopped, a kaleidoscope of emotions swirling within him.

Jasmine was breathtaking—more beautiful and alluring than any actress he had ever seen on TV. The soft glow of the club lights played across her features, highlighting her curves and the mischief in her eyes.

It was precisely this captivating charm that had drawn him to her in the first place, and now, witnessing her like this sent his mind into a tailspin.

"What’s going on, Jasmine?! Why are you doing this? Where are you?!" he shouted, his voice tinged with a mix of anger and desperation.

Each word felt heavy, like stones sinking in the pit of his stomach as he struggled to comprehend what was unfolding on his screen.

He was torn between the desire to reach through the phone and pull her away from this situation and the pang of betrayal clawing at his heart.

His hands shook slightly as he held the phone, a mix of dread and frustration coursing through him. "You can’t just call me and act like everything’s fine while you’re doing… this!" He felt his pulse quicken, emotions boiling over as he fought to maintain control. "Are you out of your mind? This isn’t like you!"

Jasmine’s laughter rang out, carefree and light, a stark contrast to his growing unease. "Oh, come on, James! Don’t be such a buzzkill. I’m just having a little fun! You should join me!"

Her words pierced him like a knife, and he struggled to keep his composure. He couldn’t shake the image of her grinding against that man, the sight igniting a fire of jealousy within him.

Every fiber of his being screamed at him to demand answers, to understand how she could betray him so openly.

But as he stared into her eyes on the screen, he saw something more: the thrill of freedom, a reckless abandon he had never seen in her before.

"Jasmine, please. Just tell me where you are. I need to know you’re safe," he pleaded, his voice softening despite the turmoil inside. He had to break through the haze of alcohol and fun that seemed to envelop her.

The laughter faded from her eyes for a moment as she studied him through the screen, the truth flickering beneath her bravado. But before she could respond, the man behind her wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer, and she melted back into his embrace, a sultry smile returning to her face.

James felt his heart drop. This was spiraling out of control, and he was powerless to stop it. He was left staring at a woman he loved, now dancing dangerously on the edge of something he could never have imagined. And the show has only just begun.

Meanwhile, our overpowered MC was reveling in the moment, fully aware of the envious glances from the men around him. A smug grin spread across his face as he basked in his accomplishments, enjoying the attention that came with his godlike powers. He had effortlessly commanded the attention of the room, and he relished the power it brought him, feeling like a force to be reckoned with.

As he surveyed the dance floor, it was clear that some men dared to approach Sophia and Jasmine, their intentions written across their faces. Their eyes glinted with the thrill of the chase, emboldened by the electric atmosphere.

But he wouldn’t tolerate such disrespect. With a single, decisive punch, he quickly sent anyone who dared to touch them sprawling to the ground, their bravado extinguished as they found themselves prematurely asleep on the floor.

The sight of their fallen bodies only reinforced his sense of dominance, and the remaining onlookers quickly learned to steer clear of him and his girls.

At the center of the dance floor, Ross felt like a king. The pulsating music and colorful lights only amplified his confidence as Sophia pressed her lips against his, kissing him passionately, her hands tangling in his hair.

Each kiss was filled with heat and longing, and he could feel the chemistry between them crackling in the air. They were lost in their own world, the chaos of the club fading into the background as they surrendered to the moment.

Meanwhile, Jasmine was before him, grinding her bare pussy against his cock with an intoxicating abandon, her movements fluid and enticing.

She swayed to the rhythm of the music, her body a perfect blend of seduction and wildness. Every grind sent shivers of pleasure coursing through him, and he could hardly believe his luck.

The scene around them faded as he focused on the intoxicating sight before him, Jasmine’s lustful gaze meeting his, filled with mischief and desire.

The atmosphere was charged with desire, and Ross could feel the energy of the crowd surging around him, feeding his ego and affirming his dominance.

The envious looks of the other men were like fuel, stoking the flames of his confidence. He was untouchable, and everyone in the room knew it.

In that moment, he savored every second, fully aware that he was living a fantasy many could only dream of. The pulsating beat of the music synced with the rapid rhythm of his heart, and he felt invincible, a master of his own destiny.

With Sophia’s lips on his and Jasmine’s body pressed against him, he was in a realm of pleasure and power that felt infinite. The night was young, and he intended to make the most of it, embracing the freedom that came with having everything he desired at his fingertips.

The lewd dance continued, the atmosphere thick with desire, until Ross finally decided to take things to another level. With a confident grin, he unzipped his pants, and a raging monster was unleashed from its confines, springing forth and demanding attention.