A deep suspicion lingered in Laboni's mind. No matter how many tears Henry shed or how gently he kissed her hand, she could not forget the terrifying form that lived inside him. She kept thinking, "Can the evil power of that tantric who resides within Henry really be cured so easily? Or is this just another one of Henry's schemes?"
So Laboni took no risks. With great intelligence, she soothed Henry with affection and sweet words and somehow managed to leave the VIP room. Henry thought she had begun to soften toward him, but in reality, Laboni was already forming a far greater plan in her mind.
Leaving the hotel, Laboni went straight to Henry's mother. She knew that if anyone in this world understood Henry's true weakness and the mystery of that tantric pact, it was his mother alone.
Henry's mother was now at the edge of old age, living in a quiet, secluded area of America. When Laboni arrived, the elderly woman was shocked to see her.
Laboni: "Mother, it's me—Laboni. I know Henry is under the grip of a terrifying force now. He has turned himself into a 29-year-old man again, but he has lost his conscience. Please tell me the truth—what kind of contract did he make with that tantric twenty years ago?"
Trembling, Henry's mother held Laboni's hands and began to speak.
Mother: "My child… you've come? I prayed every day that someone would finally free him from this curse. He didn't just reduce his age—he pledged a part of his soul to that tantric. What you saw was not love, Laboni. It was an illusion. Unless that tantric is destroyed, Henry will never recover."
Laboni realized that what Henry had said in the room might be part of a deeper conspiracy woven by the tantric himself. Perhaps the tantric wanted to destroy her through Henry.
Henry's mother tightened her grip on Laboni's hands. Her aged fingers trembled, her eyes filled with a strange terror. Leaning close, she whispered:
Mother: "Laboni, don't melt when you see his tears. What he shows you now is not his true self. He is a devil wearing a mask."
Laboni froze. The Henry who had kissed her hand and cried in her arms—was it all just an act?
Mother: "Listen carefully. The condition of that pact was this—if Henry wanted to remain youthful and powerful, he had to steal others' trust and emotions. When he held you or kissed your hand, he was actually draining your inner strength. The more he says 'I love you,' the stronger he becomes, and the closer you move toward ruin."
A chill ran down Laboni's spine. Now she understood why Henry had suddenly become so romantic, why he kept saying he missed her. It was never love—it was a calculated design to dominate her emotionally.
Mother: "He doesn't want to destroy the tantric. He wants to replace him. The monster behind that mask will destroy you too."
At that moment, Laboni's phone screen lit up. Henry's message read:
"Darling, where are you? The room feels empty without you. Come back quickly—we still have to go kill the tantric."
Laboni looked out the window. A black car stood in the distance. She realized Henry had already followed her there. Beneath the appearance of a vigorous 29-year-old man, a terrifying killer was waiting for her.
Henry's mother looked at Laboni with pity. Her long sigh seemed to release decades of buried pain.
Mother: "There's a terrible reason he's so obsessed with being with you now. The only way to maintain the magical youth given by the tantric is to drain human vitality. Being intimate with a woman as pure and strong as you has become an addiction for him."
Laboni stood still. Everything sounded like a nightmare.
Mother: "Every time he comes close to you, your life force diminishes, and his 29-year-old form grows brighter. He doesn't seek pleasure—he seeks your vitality. That's why he became so frenzied in the bathroom, why he keeps calling you to the VIP room. The tantric taught him that if he fully possesses you, he will become immortal."
Now Laboni understood why Henry had said, "Tonight the desire will be too strong." It wasn't love or physical attraction—it was a monstrous hunger.
Mother: "Don't go back to him, Laboni. If he gets another chance to do that to you, you won't return whole. He's a devil who steals lives behind the mask of desire."
Laboni watched from behind the window as Henry's car drove away. He thought she would be fooled and return to him. But Laboni now knew the truth. Fire burned in her eyes.
When Laboni finally spoke, Henry's mother stopped blinking, stunned by Laboni's sharp understanding.
Laboni: "I understand now, Mother. Henry is behaving like an Incubus, isn't he? That ancient demon from folklore who comes to women through illusion or sleep and drains their life force through union. That's exactly what Henry is doing—hiding behind youth and desire while stealing my life."
Henry's mother nodded slowly.
Mother: "Exactly. He is no longer human—he has become a living incubus. Notice how exhausted and shattered you feel after being with him. Those thirty-nine minutes didn't weaken you physically—it drained you spiritually. Every time he kisses your neck or touches you, he steals days from your lifespan."
Laboni touched the red mark on her neck. Now she understood why it burned like an insect bite. It wasn't a bruise—it was an incubus's mark.
Mother: "Be careful. Incubi speak beautifully. They cry to deceive—just as he did in that room. Remember, that 29-year-old body is an illusion sustained by the sacrifices of women like you."
Laboni stared into the darkness outside. There was no doubt left in her heart. Her enemy was not an ordinary man—but an ancient, insatiable entity.
Laboni: "Don't worry, Mother. I know how to stop an incubus. If he is a devil, then I know how to fight fire with fire. He will come to me tonight—but not to steal my life force. He will come to take his final breath."
Her voice broke. She had tried to stay strong, but now that the full truth stood before her, she couldn't hold back. She clung to Henry's mother and sobbed.
Laboni (through tears): "But Mother, he wasn't like this before. Twenty years ago, when he was 29, he loved me with his life. There was no poison in his touch—only purity. What should I do? I loved that old Henry. How can I kill him now? My chest feels like it's tearing apart."
Seeing Laboni cry, the old woman's eyes filled with tears too. She gently stroked Laboni's head.
Mother: "Calm down, my child. This is the devil's greatest trick—using your old memories and love as weapons. The one you see now is not the Henry you loved. When a human soul is destroyed, the body becomes nothing but a cage."
Between sobs, Laboni said, "I wanted to bring him back. I believed he would recover. But if he has truly become an incubus, then everything I tried was meaningless. How do I kill my own husband with my own hands?"
Henry's mother lifted Laboni's chin and said gravely:
Mother: "If you don't end him, he won't spare you—or your children. When incubi drain one victim completely, they search for another. Do you want your daughters to suffer the same fate? Stop crying. Love doesn't always mean holding on—sometimes it means setting free. Freeing him from this demonic body is your truest act of love."
Laboni wiped her eyes. Her tears slowly hardened into pride and resolve.
Laboni: "You're right, Mother. I will free him from this cursed life. But tell me—where is the tantric's lair? And how do I kill this incubus?"
At her words, the ground seemed to slip beneath Laboni's feet. The room fell into a heavy silence. She stared at her mother-in-law in shock.
Mother (slowly, sorrowfully): "I tried to warn you twenty years ago, but you were blind with love. Listen carefully now—the day the tantric made the pact with Henry, he bound you into it as well. Henry's artificial life and youth are now sealed to your life force."
Laboni stood frozen. Killing Henry would mean summoning her own death.
Mother: "Henry is now a poisonous parasite within you. He feeds on your strength—but if your life flame goes out, he will not survive either. And if you kill him directly, your heart will stop at the same moment. Your lifespans are tied to a single thread."
Laboni let out a bitter laugh filled with agony.
Laboni: "What a cruel irony. The man I tried so hard to save is now the reason for my death? He devours me like an incubus, yet I can't even remove him?"
Mother: "There is one way. You don't have to kill Henry—you must kill the tantric. If the tantric dies, the pact will break. Henry will return to his true age—forty-nine. He may become gravely ill, but you will live. Remember, killing the tantric will not be easy. He controls you through Henry, and Henry through you."
Laboni looked outside. Morning light was beginning to rise. Now she understood why Henry had kept saying, 'Only you can save me.' Perhaps it wasn't entirely an act—it was an unconscious truth.
Laboni: "Then tonight will be the final game. I will go to the tantric. If Henry wants to take me there, I will go. But I won't die alone—I will drag that devil down with me."