Loser to Legend: Gathering Wives with My Unlimited Money System
Chapter 87: Reva’s Surprise || Date (end)

Chapter 87: Reva’s Surprise || Date (end)

The inside of the room was nothing short of absurd.

The room was twice the size of any standard apartment. The floor was embedded with adaptive light panels that dimmed to match footstep pressure. One whole wall was a dynamic glass screen, offering a sweeping view of the megacity skyline—glowing highways layered in the sky, neon signs dancing in the fog, blinking aircraft weaving between towers.

There was no furniture yet, but the frame of the bed alone was tech-laced, lined with sleep-quality regulators, neural dampeners, and a full-body pressure interface. Every surface gleamed with chrome and matte finishes, cybernetic etchings barely visible unless the light caught them at just the right angle.

Reva walked in slowly, soaking it all in.

Xavier leaned against the doorframe. "Happy?"

She turned around. "Very."

Then she walked up to him and placed a hand on his chest. "You surprised me by bringing me here. Even if you didn’t mean to. So... I want to surprise you, too."

Xavier narrowed his eyes slightly. "What kind of surprise?"

"Close your eyes."

He hesitated for a second, but then sighed and did as told. "Alright."

He felt her hand brush past his as she turned away. A soft mechanical click followed. The door locked.

Then the lights shut off—just like that. Complete darkness.

Xavier’s breath slowed.

He could hear her steps against the floor. Soft. Precise. Getting closer. Then—pressure. She pushed him gently, and he let himself fall back onto the bed.

She climbed over him, slow and deliberate. He could feel her body close. Her breath fanned over his neck, then his cheek, then his lips. She was warm. Too warm. The scent—clean, but... sterile. Almost like a lab.

And then he felt it. The change.

Her breath sharpened. Her body tensed.

Click.

The lights burst back on.

Reva’s face hovered inches above his. But her eyes weren’t soft anymore. They had thinned—become brighter. Her lips were parted slightly, revealing sharp, gleaming fangs.

Reva’s fangs glistened under the sudden burst of light, just inches from Xavier’s neck. Her hands pressed against his chest, her body leaned over him, heavy with intent. Not seductively, but predatory.

But the barrel of Xavier’s gun was already resting against her forehead.

His hand didn’t shake. Not even a little.

Xavier let out a tired sigh. "I was hoping I was wrong, you know. That I was overthinking it. But nah... it really had to be this."

"I was hoping I was wrong," Xavier muttered, voice low. "But it really had to turn out like this."

Reva tilted her head, eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

"You’re not an elf," Xavier said flatly. "You’re a bloodsucker. A goddamn vampire. All that charm and sweetness... you just needed to get me alone."

She let out a soft sigh, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear like she wasn’t sitting on top of a guy pointing a gun at her skull.

Xavier kept the gun steady, his eyes locked on hers. "I just paid attention. That’s all. Noticed things. And used logic."

Reva sighed like he’d just told her math was better than magic. "You really can’t logic your way through everything, Xavier."

"Do you think I am blind?" Xavier said. "You never stood directly under the sun, not once. And your reflection—distorted. In every chrome glass we passed."

Her eyes narrowed slightly, amused. Then, without warning, she grinned—and with a soft tearing sound, wings unfurled from her back. Dark, leathery, almost translucent with glowing veins. She flared them wide, filling the room like a shadow blooming in daylight.

One of her wings lightly tapped the barrel of the gun. "So... what’s the meaning of this? You gonna shoot me?" she asked with a pout. "Is that how this date ends?"

Xavier didn’t blink. "You were about to suck my blood and kill me. I just reacted."

"Bite? Sure." Reva tilted her head. "Kill? Not even close. Nobody dies from a vampire bite, Xavier."

"Yeah, and I’m supposed to trust that?"

Reva chuckled. "I never lied to you." She tapped her finger on his chest gently, like it was a button. "You assumed I was an elf. I just said... you could think of me as one. I never claimed it myself."

"You didn’t deny it either."

"That’s not lying. That’s... creative omission." She smiled. "Besides, I really was just gonna take a little. Barely a thimble. It’s less dangerous than getting a cheap eye-scanner installed. You do know that kind of cyberware wrecks your nervous system, right?"

Xavier’s grip on the gun eased, but he didn’t lower it. "You could’ve asked first."

Reva shrugged, her expression suddenly softening. She looked... genuinely apologetic. "I told you I was going to surprise you. That was the surprise."

Xavier stared at her for a second longer, then finally lowered the gun. He didn’t holster it. Just kept it resting on his lap.

’She was Angel’s friend, but I don’t trust her for that reason only. To be honest, if she wanted to kill me, she had many chances to do so. She could have killed me in the aerial theater pod when we were watching the movie alone.’

"I still don’t trust you after what you just pulled off."

"Don’t say that~"

"You surprise everyone like that?"

"No," Reva said, still straddling him. "Just you. I have never been interested in stuff like that. And we don’t need to drink blood to survive or anything."

"And that’s supposed to make me feel better?"

Reva leaned in again, slower this time. Her eyes glinted, but there was no aggression in them now. No trick. Just a quiet, steady curiosity.

"You’re different, Xavier. I don’t know what it is yet, but you are. That’s why I didn’t just bite you when I first met you. That’s why I wanted the date. Why I didn’t lie. Why I wanted you to know what I am... eventually."

Xavier didn’t respond right away. He just stared back at her, searching for something in her expression.

Then finally, he muttered, "You’re not gonna ask me again, are you?"

Reva smiled slowly. "No."

She stood up and walked toward the tall windows, her wings folding neatly behind her. The city lights bounced off her pale skin, her silver hair catching every hue of neon. She turned slightly, looking at him over her shoulder.

"I won’t ask. But if you ever offer... I won’t say no either."

Xavier looked at her. Stared at her. So much so that he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

She was beautiful. Pale skin, soft curves, silver eyes that gleamed even in low light. Anyone could fall for her. That’s what made it dangerous.

Xavier smiled at her and called her name. "Reva."

She looked up at him, almost shy. Her fingers played with the hem of her coat. "Yes?"

With the same smile on his face, Xavier said, "Get out."