Supreme Villain: Seducing the Heroines



In the next instant, Tia's body became limp again as her eyes were closed shut, and soft breathing as she entered her rest again.

There was silence in the room for a moment, causing Amon to panic before suddenly her voice sounded in his mind.

[You found me... even washed my dirty body.... hahaha... so embarrassing... how can I compare to Alice like this...]

Tia's voice in his mind was weak, and he seemed disgusted at herself, causing his heart to ache.

A sense of deep embarrassment and self-loathing seemed to echo from her voice. Yet he shook his head, brushing along her soft hair once more.

'You are the most beautiful peach fairy in the universe and have the central spot in my heart.'

[Really?]

'Ah, really.'

[Then prove it...]

'When shall we get married then?'

[...]

[Don't be... do you think I helped you get the technique to have sex with the heroines?]

Amon gently sat on the bed, lifting her body and resting her against his chest—despite being unable to see, it seemed that now she realised it was him, the feelings and actions he did would transfer to the spirit of Tia.

He didn't care if she was dirty or if the new Tia had been reborn with no breasts or a flat ass, ugly...

Amon didn't care, his hands stroking her dry hair, feeling a strange sensation each time his fingers touched her skin.

[So gentle... I wish that my eyes could stay awake longer...]

'What's wrong with you, Tia?' Amon asked, his eyes downcast, nuzzling her head with his chin. 'It's like your body is an empty husk... there is no Qi... no aura... even a core...'

[Hehe~ the price to pay for setting you and the other heroines free?]

'You...'

[It's the world—it doesn't accept me as a character in your world or the fake world... I should be inside the body of Alice... but she awoke before you did... and become fond of her... like a sister I never had...]

'So... you chose to become like this!?' Alice was his most cherished first heroine, but Tia... Tia was his beloved... the woman he wanted to marry. A torrent of mixed emotions and anger with no direction... both women were now important to him...

[Don't be sappy... make your choice... will you help me even if it means losing something you have gained?]

He didn't hesitate to stroke her pale cheeks with bits of her skin peeling off before taking a deep breath—he cleared his mind, despite the worry he could become weaker and lose his chance at freedom, but then her smiling face...

The memories from the other world of writing, drinking, dating and loving each other filled his mind.

'What must I do?'

[There are two ways, shall I tell them both or give you the easiest one?]

'Tell me—I don't want to take risks or leave anything to chance when it involves you.'

[Fufu~ if you were this passionate back then, my dad wouldn't have beat you when you told him about wanting to marry me!]

'Shut it... he accepted in the end, right?'

[....]

[Firstly]

[You do what you always do, use your Qi to force my body to accept it from the inside, filling me with your seed and allowing me to become a pseudo-cultivator.]

'...'

Although it sounded easy, the "Pseudo" bit made him hesitant because everyone knew how important cultivation and purity were; what if she were limited to a low realm?

He would be forced to watch her die after hundreds of years had passed!

'Second one, please.'

[Did you notice how you took the aspect of the snow tiger from Elma?]

'Yes... when I was breaking through... and..'

[Mmmm...]

[Do the same, but you must be the one to bleed into my mouth and wounds, not the other way around]

'Blood... it was blood?'

Amon stroked her slightly cold body before waiting for her next words because he wondered what kind of setback there would be for the second action.

Would he lose cultivation and become weaker?

[Are you worried about the backlash?]

His lips curved into a bitter smile at her words, wondering if she could read his mind or something.

'Mindreader?'

[We spent many years in the same bed, of course, I know what you feel... idiot.]

Slowly her body began to move again, her heavy eyes opening as she turned in his arms, pulling herself up to his chest before kissing his lips softly.

"There is no backlash... do not worry.... honey...."

Amon couldn't believe that! In cultivation novels, there was always some bullshit excuse or weird shit that would come from methods like this!

'Will her life expectancy become shorter? Always sick and need me to fucking run around collecting rare elixir ingredients, but the ones I need are in some bullshit upper realm where I have to upset a noble, young master blah blah... to get them!?'

"Idiot..." Her fingertips stroked his soft lips, pulling on them as she smiled weakly, kissing the corner of his mouth with her cracked lips. "You are not the hero, but the villain... think better..."

Her teasing smile tickled his chest as she pushed him down—the small amount of Qi he put into her helped her fight against the world's rejection.

"Amon."

"Mmmm?"

"Hold me... Make me feel like a woman... then make your choice..."

His eyes looked down at her beautiful face, a slight spark in her dull eyes—the blue orbs seemed to fill with a desire to live...

'Ah... What would I do without you?'

"Please tell me, what will change if I perform the other method? Is it the world, you or me?"

Amon's hand gently cupped both sides of her face, pulling her into his lap while slowly unfastening her ribbons to reveal her body again, tracing his hands along her dry skin, yet he didn't show disgust or rejection.

"Tell me. Tia."

As his fingers danced around her body, ignoring both her dry and cracked skin, his fingertips filled with a black flame, Qi seemed to heal her surface wounds, filling each of her cells with his dominating black dragon flame and the gentle snow tiger's breeze helping cool the heat from her fever.

"Amon... you?"

"I can never get anything past you... hahaha....you've even put suppositories up my ass... I just..." Her eyes were now vibrant blue, like an azure ocean shimmering under the afternoon sunlight. "I didn't want to burden you... again... not in this life, where you already have so much shit on your plate..."

"Idiot!" His finger poked her nose, squishing the soft pink button, before holding her close, his lips kissing her cheeks, "then suffer beside me until the end—what else could be better than that?"

Tia's face blushed deep red because, in the past life, Amon Weltz was too shy and hid his feelings and only said them through his stories... Yet because of the intense experiences and his despair...

It was amazing how open he had become... it made her heart race as if it were to explode!

"Amon~ don't poke my nose... okay... I will tell you, stop making me so embarrassed!"

She took her hands and interlocked her fingers with his, placing her chest against his—her enormous breasts seemed to have been made larger than in the past... Or so Amon thought, but never would he complain...

"If you perform the second path, our lives, souls, everything will be linked even in death."

Amon and Tia's eyes were interlocked—her body lay on him, feeling the warmth and muscles from his body, her naked figure more beautiful thanks to his Qi massage, a faint gloss to her skin.

"So if you die, I will die, and the same in reverse?" Amon asked—seeing her nod, he suddenly felt a sense of relief, making him smile at her with a mischievous smile. "If I refuse to die, you will never die, right?"

"Hueh!? You cannot do that... people die when they are killed!" Tia quoted their favourite anime series when bored.

"Tia, I am going to become a demonic black dragon. In games, novels and stories, they are always the bad guy that never dies and always returns... If that power is also yours, how can anyone take you from me?"

Suddenly she felt something rising below her, brushing against her crotch with a powerful assertion... "A demonic black dragon indeed..."

"If you do this, Amon..."

"If I do this?" He answered in the same tone, his deep charming voice causing the poor Tia's body to shudder as he removed his clothes before the huge towering shaft now slapped against her crotch, the force making a loud slap, squishing her soft petals.

"Then you will be forced to finish the story... the plot... I kept things so you would be as free as possible... but, if we become one... That existence... it won't let you remain idle..."

"So, If I choose to love you, I will become the villain whether I want to or not?"

"Mmm... Hueh!?"

Her body was suddenly lifted, wrapping her hands around his neck in fear before she felt his tip pushing into her body—her smooth entrance flooded with silky juices since the moment she received his massage and gentle touch cleaning her.

"Tia, one last question. In this world, can you have children?"

"!!!" Her eyes widened as he held her just before fully penetrating through her proof of purity.

"You... for that reason!?"

"I see; you can have them. In this world, we can have a child together..."

"Amon, wait... wait... you will have to face the world... nothing like beo--aaaaaaaaaahn~ you bastard tore my fucking hymen like a piece of tissue!"

He wrapped his arm's around her back, enjoying her cut body convulsing, before stroking her soft peach hair.

"Tia, if killing a hero or two means I can be with you, then killing half the world to have our child...Then it doesn't affect me at all!"

Tia's little hands slapped his back as she shifted her hips, slowly slipping down to his base, a thick ooze of red and silvery juices seeping down his member.

"Hmph... then... at least be gentle and-- Mnnnph~ Nnnn... kiss me lots... Nnnmm~."

Amon answered her before she asked, his lips passionately sucking on her tongues entangled in a passionate dance, their first time meeting in so long—filled with the hope for a new future, they melted together, rolling in the sheets.

Not caring that the world would no longer be their ally or a silent bystander... But their cold-hearted enemy.