Amara sat in silence, her gaze fixed on the shifting rain outside the hut. The droplets painted streaks down the wooden frame, but her mind wasn't on the weather. It was on the plan.
Lucian's words echoed in her head: "Make sure he's locked in. No doubts. We need him fully onboard before the next phase."
She sighed.' I did my part… got him here and told him the story. Job is done. Damn rain had to ruin the timing.'
She glanced sideways at Kael—who was pretending very hard not to look at her soaked shirt or the way her wet hair clung to her neck. His posture was stiff, awkward, like a robot trying to act human.
A slow smirk curled on her lips.' Why not have a little fun while I'm here?'
Shifting her weight, Amara scooted closer and sat right beside him. Her thigh brushed his. Then, slowly, she wrapped her arm around his and leaned her body into him.
"It's getting a bit cold," she murmured, her voice dipped in faux innocence as she nestled against him.
Kael tensed immediately. "Y-Yeah, I… it kinda is, isn't it?"
Her chest pressed against his arm, soft and firm, and he instantly became hyperaware of every inch of contact. His face flushed, and Amara could almost feel his heart trying to burst out of his ribs.
She grinned to herself. ' Freakin' virgin. If I knew he was this easy to mess with, I would've taken my time enjoying this assignment.'
"You know, Kael," she said sweetly, tilting her head just slightly to look up at him, "I've never met a guy like you before. You're kind, smart… and honestly, pretty handsome. That combo's rare these days."
Kael blinked at her, stunned. His mouth moved before his brain caught up.
"Th-Thanks. I think you're really beautiful too, Amara. Honestly… if I dated someone like you, I'd probably be the luckiest guy in the world."
That made her pause for half a second. ' Well damn. Didn't think he had the guts to say that.'
A smile tugged at her lips—genuine, just for a fleeting second. Then her eyes sparkled with mischief again.
She leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "So… why don't we date then?"
Kael's breath caught in his throat. His face turned crimson, the heat from her words spreading down his neck. He couldn't move. He couldn't speak.
Then, a soft giggle escaped her lips as she pulled back. "I'm joking. You didn't actually think I was serious, right?"
He let out an awkward, forced laugh. "Of course not, hahaha… yeah, totally knew you were kidding."
' Why would she ever want a guy like me?' he thought bitterly, trying to laugh it off.
Eventually, the rain began to die down, becoming a soft drizzle. Amara stood up, stretching lazily.
Kael stayed seated, pretending he needed a moment—but in reality, he had to subtly adjust his cock.
' Stupid thing has a mind of its own,' he thought, mildly panicked.
Amara turned back toward him at the shelter's entrance, water dripping from her fingertips. "Well, Kael. I'll see you tomorrow."
She stepped close again—too close—and leaned into him, her lips brushing the shell of his ear, her breath warm against his skin.
"Oh, and by the way," she whispered, voice silky and slow, "after this is all over… I'll suck your dick."
Kael didn't move. Couldn't. He was frozen—completely blindsided. His brain short-circuited, and all his limbs locked up like he'd been hit by lightning.
Amara grinned wide, clearly enjoying the effect she had on him. She turned on her heel and walked off without another word, her hips swaying as she disappeared down the path.
Kael just stood there, eyes wide, heart still racing.
' Did I… did I hear that right?' He thought.
The words echoed in his head like a song stuck on loop.
"I'll suck your dick."
Again.
And again.
And again.
Eventually, he exhaled—somehow both breathless and ecstatic.
He turned, stuffed his hands into his hoodie pockets, and walked home with the biggest, dumbest smile on his face.
' God is good, ' he thought.
.....
The next day arrived like the calm before a storm. The air was thick with anticipation as each member of Alpha Omega gathered in the upscale rented penthouse that had become their war room.
Today was the culmination of everything—the lies, the hype, the performances, the manipulation. Their final plan was set in motion.
This wasn't some run-of-the-mill scam. It had been meticulously designed from the ground up. The group's secret weapon—the very reason they had stayed ahead of everyone—was the AI-generated content engine. Lucian called it The Forge.
Every promotional video, every tutorial, every "independent" analysis was generated using hyperrealistic deepfakes and voice clones. AI models had written glowing Reddit threads and tweets, seeded fake FOMO on Telegram, and even simulated arguments between fake influencers to stir engagement. They had even trained the AI on crypto YouTubers to copy their tones and cadences perfectly. Most couldn't even tell the difference.
Behind the scenes, they ran their army of bots across a complex web of VPNs and cloud-based machines, each with distinct behavioral patterns to avoid detection.
Kael had built the automation frameworks from scratch—scripts that maintained hundreds of identities across platforms, posting, replying, liking, sharing, and most importantly, boosting visibility.
It was digital warfare, and Kael was the artillery.
As the campaign rolled out, the effects were instantaneous. The coin—LUXR—was trending across Twitter, Reddit, and even YouTube. Major forums were flooded with testimonials.
Charts spiked. Screenshots showed wild returns. Fake influencers claimed to have gotten in early. Whales were "buying in." It looked like the next Bitcoin—and people bought into the fantasy.
Within three days, LUXR was a phenomenon.
Within five, it was a movement.
By the seventh, it was chaos. Money poured in like a tidal wave. Tens of millions turned into hundreds. Hype turned into hysteria. People were mortgaging homes, selling cars, draining savings—desperate not to miss the "next big thing."
Kael sat at his custom-built terminal, watching the numbers climb. His code was holding strong—no crashes, no leaks, no flags. His fingers hovered over his keyboard like a conductor mid-symphony. Every heartbeat matched the pulse of a billion-dollar scam.
Then it happened.
At exactly 7:00 PM, their digital wallet hit the target: $889, 000 ,000, 34
No celebration. No cheers. Just a quiet nod from Kael, the one who always handled the cleanup.
With practiced calm, he leaned in over his laptop, executed a custom script, and initiated the final move.
In mere seconds, every single dollar was converted into Bitcoin and fragmented across dozens of private wallets—each with layers of encryption and passphrases known only to Kael and the group. The trail was scrubbed as fast as the transfers occurred.
Then came the purge.
Their Twitter accounts? Deleted.
YouTube channels? Gone.
Websites? Erased.
Discord servers? Nuked.
Even the code behind the LUXR coin—scrubbed from GitHub and any known blockchain explorer.
Within an hour, it was like Alpha Omega had never existed.
They left behind nothing but silence—and a storm of rage from investors who woke up to find their wallets empty and their dreams turned to dust.
Kael sat back, his chest rising and falling, adrenaline still racing through him. He'd done it. They had done it.
But in that stillness, as the group scattered from the warehouse, laughing, smoking, already dreaming of their new lives in new countries… Kael felt something twist in his gut.
It was too clean. Too perfect. And for the first time since he joined them… he wondered if he was just another piece on the board.
' What now?' He thought.
TO BE CONTINUED
[A/N: Please drop some stones]