Villain: Transmigrated Into A NTR Manga As The Antagonist

Chapter 143: A Genuine Prodigy

Chapter 143: A Genuine Prodigy

When Alex awoke the next morning, he was not surprised to see that there were quite literally hundreds of text messages and voice mails left on his phone by his various women, all of which were seriously concerned for his safety. Alex simply responded with, “I’m fine. I will see you soon” in a group text, before getting out of bed.

He then stopped by Amahle’s bedroom to see that the young African beauty was still asleep. Thus Alex smiled, and nodded his head, before walking down the stairs of his mansion, where he proceeded to make the best breakfast the woman had ever tasted.

After all, though, he may have claimed her virtue the previous night. It was under dubious circumstances, and his affection was still at 1/100 with Amahle. Thus, Alex decided he would actually get to know the woman who had attempted to kill him and his mother over a nice breakfast.

And just as Alex finished the meal and served it on a plate, the woman descended from the staircase, dressed in a silk bathrobe. It was clear that she had just taken a shower. Despite the dirty and humiliating things Alex had done to Amahle the previous night, she was as calm as could be as she sat down at the table.

Alex noticed that the ebony beauty was inspecting the food he had prepared for her, as if perhaps it was poisoned. Which caused him to laugh, before taking a portion of her meal onto his own plate, and eating it in front of her to assure he had not done anything to her meal.

“Relax… It’s not poisoned. Eat up. You need some calories after last night’s workout.”

Though Amahle did not immediately trust him and instead began to sniff the coffee. Because of this, Alex was forced yet again to prove his innocence as he took a from the woman’s mug before she finally accepted his hospitality. Despite this, she continued to remain completely stoic, or at least she appeared this way, but Alex noticed he had gained points from her simply by making breakfast.

[Amahle is stunned that you made her breakfast which isn’t poisoned!]

[+4 Affection from Amahle!]

[Amahle’s Affection 5/100]

Alex smirked when he saw this message, and that the woman was enjoying the food he had made before commenting on it.

“No need to be in a rush. There is plenty more where that came from. I suppose after last night, some introductions are in order. I’m Alex, Alex Smith, though I’m sure you already are aware of that. I take it your name isn’t really Zawadi, so if you don’t mind me asking, who are you exactly?”

Amahle was hesitant at first to reveal her identity. Especially since this man had kidnapped her the previous night, and done horrendous things to her body. Which if she was being honest. She had wholeheartedly consented to, but only after Alex had sexually tortured her for hours on end without restraint or permission. But eventually she sighed heavily, and revealed her name to him, which Alex was already aware of thanks to the system.

“You can call me Amahle… So what now, Alex? The contract against you has been nullified. And despite the fact that Richard paid me, and several other assassins in advance, the woman you spoke to last night has made sure they won’t act on it…. Are you going to forgive me so easily? I mean, I find it hard to believe that you would cook a safe breakfast for me, after everything that has happened between us…”

Alex simply smirked in response to this, before lecturing the woman on her paranoia.

“As far as I’m concerned, what happened between us last night after I got rid of Richard wiped the slate clean. I consider us even now. So, I figured I’d treat you to a nice breakfast, and get to know the woman who attempted to kill me and my mother… How long have you been an assassin for?”

Amahle did not know why, but there was something charming about Alex that kept her better senses of reason from shutting her mouth, and thus she ate the eggs, sausage, pancakes, and hash browns while informing Alex about her past.

“I’ve been a freelance assassin for maybe three years now. Working across the globe for whoever is willing to pay the most. Before that I was a field agent for the NIA in South Africa. The job was fine, but the pay was shit. And I felt my skills were better off elsewhere. Had Richard not fumbled the bag so poorly, I would have sniped you and your mother from the Casino across the street. Never before in my professional career as an assassin have I bungled a job so badly…”

Alex smirked when he heard this, before comforting the woman over her failures, while at the same time, he poured her more coffee. And added another pancake to her plate.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself. I try my best to make myself hard to kill…”

Amahle nodded her head in agreement with Alex’s words, before asking the immediate question on her mind.

“I thought I had a good understanding of your talents. But I know Richard’s security. They weren’t any ordinary bums. And even if they were only equipped with soft body armor and handguns, I find it hard to believe that you wiped them out on your own.

Sure, your uncle was in Fallujah, and trained you since you were young, but the skills you showed were beyond what such training should have provided you with. How did you pull something like that off?”

Alex smirked once more, as he leaned in close and whispered to the woman, his warm breath breezing past her dainty ears as he did so.

“Do you really want to know?”

Amahle gulped down the coffee she was drinking, believing perhaps there was some greater secret to Alex than she initially thought. Of course, when the man finally spoke, he did so after some playful mocking.

“Oh man, you should see the look on your face! It’s not nearly as serious as you’re thinking. I’m not some CIA sleeper agent, nor was I trained in the mythical city of Nanda Parbat by the league of assassins. The reality is far more simple. After moving back to Vegas, I have spent my free time on the weekends undergoing extensive training by some retired navy seals.

You see, as I am sure you that are already aware, in America, as long as you have enough money, and a clean enough record, anything can be purchased. In this case, I received tactical and firearms training from the world’s greatest professionals. I mean, these are the guys who train the local SWAT teams, and I am what you might call an extremely quick learner.

So after spending a fair bit of money, and god knows how many hours on proper military training. I became competent enough in terms of armed combat to deal with Richard’s private security. I mean I took all their courses, which includes advanced training in tactical defensive shooting, home defense training, force on force training, trauma medicine, CQC, long range precision shooting, land navigation, et cetera.

You could say that if I really wanted to with the level of training I have received, and my ability to rapidly master what I am taught, that I could become a mercenary. But that’s not the kind of work I’m interested in.”

Alex was not exaggerating in the slightest. With his ability [Retention] he had the means to rapidly master whatever he was being taught with simple instruction, and the bare minimum amount of practice. Because of this, he had become quite the skilled gunfighter over the last few months since he first returned to Vegas.

When this combined with the fact that he had vastly outgunned Richard’s private security, Alex was easily able to achieve what he had done the night before. Meanwhile, Amahle looked at the man with a complete look of disbelief. Though she remained silent, the system conveyed her thoughts to Alex for her.

[Amahle believes you are a prodigy and has gained some respect for you!]

[+5 Affection from Amahle!]

[Amahle’s Affection: 10/100]

Eventually, the ebony beauty could not help but speak her thoughts aloud, almost as if she were questioning Alex and his abilities.

“So what are you? Some kind of genius?”

Alex however denied this, and shook his head, before making a far more accurate assessment of himself.

“Eh… I’m more like a gifted learner. Geniuses are born with super intelligence. I just have a near superhuman ability to retain the information that I’m being taught and with minimal effort on my part.”

Amahle sighed heavily and shook her head, before admitting taking the contract against Alex was an enormous mistake on her part.

“If I had known you were a prodigy when it came to combat, I never would have taken this fucking contract. Though I am trained in the fields of combat and espionage, I prefer taking my targets out at a distance. And the moment those amateurs attacked you in the streets, this became damn near impossible to achieve.

So what now, Alex? I have been observing you for some time, and you seem to treat women very differently…. Am I a useless whore to be cast aside now that you have gotten what you wanted? Or are you actually willing to accept someone like me into your collection of beautiful women?”

Alex was surprised that Amahle was asking him this question, despite the fact that her affection for him was only 10/100. He knew a trick question when he heard one, and thus he masterfully maneuvered through the minefield, which was this loaded question in a way few men could.

“That would depend…”

Amahle did not seem pleased with this answer, and was quick to force an actual answer out of Alex, which was exactly what he wanted from her.

“Depends on what, exactly?”

Alex tried not to smirk, and instead he forced himself to wear a serious expression as he responded to the woman’s question with his true thoughts on the matter.

“That would depend on what you want? Do you wish to treat this as a one-night stand and go fuck off back to Mexico? Or do you want to stay in Vegas and get to know each other, and see where we might end up? Ultimately, the choice is up to you, not me…”

Amahle remained quiet for some time. The only thing Alex knew was that she had taken this statement positively, because the system alerted him to the increase in her affection.

[Amahle appreciates you giving her a choice in the matter of your relationship!]

[+5 Affection from Amahle!]

[Amahle’s Affection: 15/100]

Ultimately, the woman sighed heavily, before expressing the decision she had come to.

“La Madre wants me back in Mexico as soon as possible. So I can keep her at bay for at most two weeks, maybe a month, if I’m lucky. But anymore than that and she will get pissy. And trust me, you do not want that woman to get angry with you… After that, I’ll probably be gone for a few months while I help her with her war. But until then, I wouldn’t mind taking a brief vacation… Especially after the fiasco that this job turned out to be….”

Alex smiled and nodded his head when he heard this. It was the best he could ask for. Thus, over the next two weeks, in addition to his normal schedule, he intended to woo Amahle to the point where her heart was fully conquered. Thus, Alex extended an olive branch to the woman, one that she would be glad to make use of.

“That sounds like a plan to me! Alright, I’ve got to get back to the penthouse. Those girls are worried sick about me, and I need to help my mother with the funeral arrangements for that dick. Especially the matters pertaining to his will.

I sincerely doubt he had the time to cut my mother and sisters out of his will. And with Diabeto dead, they are the sole inheritors of the man’s estate. Undoubtedly there will be other vultures trying to get their piece of the pie, and I need to intimidate those fools into backing down.

So, in the meantime, feel free to use the mansion as your vacation home. I’ll probably be back sometime tomorrow, and since you’re still enrolled at UNLV under your alias, you might as well keep going. It’s not every day you get to enjoy the college experience twice in one life….”

Amahle nodded her head and smiled before accepting Alex’s offer.

“Thanks, I will do that. This place sure as hell beats that musty old motel I was staying at. As for sticking with my alias for the time being… I’ll think about it.”

With this said, the two of them had come to an agreement. One that would be the foundation of their relationship.