Supreme Villain: Seducing the Heroines



Brrrr! Brrr!

Amon's body was covered by the soft, voluptuous curves of his little dwarf, who was snoring and drooling on her chest. After the ritual ended, she became very hungry, so they snuck into the kitchen and raided the fridge...

However, the lazy pig Tia fell asleep soon after he gave her a nice long passionate kiss on her lower lips, rolling on the bed with sleepy eyes and asking him to keep her warm.

'That's my phone...' Amon struggled to move, trying to reach his discarded pants, hooking the belt with his feet—because her ass was on his abdomen, it made it hard to move, but the feeling of the warmth and soft flesh was great.

So the perverted dragon didn't complain.

'Ugh.. fuck this is hell...'

Clang!

Finally, with the sound of his belt, the pants landed on his crotch, allowing him to grasp the black phone from his pocket, showing 12 missed messages and 22 missed calls...

At first, he was worried that something might have happened...

Then he opened the first message, which seemed normal.

[From Kizuna(Sexy Asian Maid)] 19:35

Young Master, I have left your car where you requested and will now be off-duty while drinking with Elma and her two friends.

Take care and don't be too late.

'Well, that's good; she can have time to loosen herself.' Since they seemed harmless, he scrolled to the last one and almost dropped his phone...

It was an image of what seemed to be a drunk Kizuna, taking a picture of her breasts while sitting in the training gym, a caption that read, "Mashtur doesn't want to meet me..." The message continued, but the grammar was horrid, filled with slurs and other things, but the gist of the message was...

"Why did you forget our agreement? Look at my amazing tits! Where are you? Are you going back on our promise... disappointing... Hmph!"

'Ah fuck... sex with Tia felt so good I forgot...' He thought, placing a hand on his face, before pushing Tia off his body, his hand sinking into the alluring ass cheeks, but he resisted and instead took the pen from her table and began to write on her chest, "I have some business, speak tomorrow."

Amon knew that Tia would be angry, but he gave her enough pleasure for one night, and she stole a good portion of his stored Qi to save her.

"She should be grateful!" Pah!

'Damn, her ass is good...' His eyes watched it jiggle from his slap as he dressed before slowly heading out of the room with a spring in his step.

It didn't take Amon long to arrive at the gym, his black car roaring as it raced faster than normal, honestly not caring if cameras or people were in the way.

He would use this as proof he rushed to her if she complained when sober!

"Elma is the best girl, a brute, vulgar woman, but she doesn't cause me trouble because I forgot to message her—she just sends nudes to make me rush there..."

Amon smiled, saving her cute bathing picture with the bodies of her two new sisters in the shot to his "Sexy Cat Girls" folder.

Vrrrr! Clack!

Once he arrived, he noticed the lights were still on at the top two floors, and the private entrance was unlocked.

Thankfully, you needed a card key to enter further, and the initial room was a security room with strong walls that could resist small-calibre weapons.

"I wonder if that silly woman is still here at this time..." He thought, looking at the last message that she sent while he was driving here.

[From Kizuna(Sexy Asian Maid)] 04:32 (Will translate her bad drunk text to normal words)

Where are you~ I am here to fight—you said fight~ I send pictures like Elma, but you don't cum~ stupid playboy, young master!

"..."

Shrugging his shoulders, he made his way to the top of the building. He found it quite eerie, like the zombie apocalypse novel his mother wanted to see next time, the dim safety lights and darkness other than its eerie green glow that seemed to grow dimmer.

As he approached the private floor at the top, he could hear the loud banging from someone using the advanced punchbags made for Warriors, the resounding noise audible from here to show how hard she was training.

It seemed she might have sobered up a little, which made Amon glad; Kizuna was someone he didn't fully understand, and now, knowing that the heroines are all free from influence...

Anything could happen if he didn't prepare.

Click!

Amon's keycard slid through the door opening only to see the beautiful Kizuna and her agile body filled with sweat as her body danced around the training area, tapping the ground with her graceful footwork raining vicious and powerful kicks to more than seven training dummies of various heights in a matter of seconds, the impact like someone smashing a pole against a bag of meat.

Pa-Pa-Pa! Pah!

Her eyes were alluring as she focused on the targets, the slight darting of her pupils directing each kick with pin-point accuracy as her left leg smashed the central dummy with a powerful roundhouse, sending it sliding across the floor for several metres.

"You finally came, Amon." Her slightly cold and angry voice sounded, her head flicking his way with a flat look.

"Ah, I was busy."

He didn't want to show weakness or have to answer to her—she was his secretary and not his mother or wife. So he would not hide anything or feel sorry about it.

Amon would only apologise for forgetting their promise.

"Doing?"

Amon stepped forward, kicking off his shoes, suit jacket, and waistcoat, now his tanned body with tight muscles facing Kizuna while his approach became faster with each step.

Her eyes narrowed as she realised he would attack her, lowering her hips and bouncing on her rear leg while her front foot was relaxed and ready to counter.

Before she could even blink, his body suddenly vanished, with a flash appearing beside her, as his right knee shot towards her kidney, forcing her body to react and step back, guarding her stomach.

Yet, Amon followed up with a left jaw, catching her jaw with a light smack, dazing her as she felt shock from his sudden improvement over a few days... a week at most.

"Phew..." Amon gave a long breath, holding his guard like a Muay Thai fighter, a post he admired in the real world and one he began studying to adapt to this world's cultivation style.

'MMA fighter in a cultivation world... A novel I dreamed of making.'

Bah! Pa-Pah!

His fist collided with her stomach, while her right leg smashed into his thigh, then cheek causing him to step back, rubbing the slight pink mark.

"Good kick~ I love how your breasts shake in that outfit."

"Pervert!"

Woosh! Ta-Ba-Bah!

Filled with anger, it seemed Kizuna wanted to go on the offensive, lunging forward as she kicked towards his face, chest and crotch with a rapid flurry of left-legged attacks.

Amon's body was like water—swirling his body to the left, he wrapped around her, grasping her waist, as she tried to elbow his chest, hitting his upper arm with a heavy blow, before her body was lifted off the ground and slammed over his head, like a german suplex smashing into the mat with a loud thud.

"Ugh...!?" Kizuna's head was blurry—Amon didn't fight like a martial artist. As her body was on the ground, he climbed over her waist, and mounting her, she tried to push him off, but the power in her blows...

Thud! Pah!

He pushed her arms down with one hand, his strength far above hers—as she struggled under his grasp, his fist collided with her cheek, causing her to feel dazed, before he slapped her face with a backhand, slightly bruising her lip.

"I was busy fucking my new woman."

Amon finally answered her question as he delivered a blow into her abdomen several times, remembering how these women tortured him when he couldn't fight.

As she began to glow brightly with her own Qi, Amon grabbed her throat, his body burning with an eerie and fearsome black flame which gathered around his fist rapidly before her attack could manifest—he smashed her in the stomach twice with a huge burst of fire causing her body suit to start to burn and melt away leaving her abdomen and breasts exposed, jiggling and swinging around as she coughed up blood, trying to push him off her with her hips in desperation.

"Kizuna, you lost."

Amon cheated and used his own Qi from the first blow to seal her reactions. The dragon's flame Qi now formed small dragons in her body that restricted her flow of Qi.

'I don't have time to take things easy...'

"I didn't lose! You cheated... I didn't lose... I can't lose..." Her face became strangely cute... her eyes filling with tears as she struggled against him, now watching those little rivers seep down her cheeks.

"You hurt me... it hurts... I should have won!"

'...'

He kept holding her hands down as she struggled less for every moment that passed, her beautiful almond eyes flooding with tears as she complained until Amon's flames destroyed all of her clothes, making the eastern secretary even more irritated and embarrassed.

'So when free, you're such a cute woman...'

Her hands were free from his grip as his focus lapsed and began to hammer his chest, but the power was low due to her being on her back and held down, unable to use her hips to gain momentum.

Letting her hit him a few times, Amon leaned forward, unable to stop himself as he grasped her wrists with one hand, her cute face filled with tears, her glossy lips with a peach colour, and her messy black hair spread out on the mats...

"Kizuna."

"No... no... you didn't win...I can still fi-- Mnnnph~ Nnnnm...!"

Amon looked at her as if smiling; before he could even kiss her deeply, her lips began to suck on his passionately, her eyes closing before wrapping her arms around his head, poking his lips with her red tongue.

Somehow she was much sweeter than he wrote her, as he felt her firm athletic body wrap around him before those eyes filled with tears, opened with flickering eyelashes, looking up at him with a strange look...

A different Kizuna to the one he remembered...

As their tongues began to entangle in her mouth, she sucked on the tip before opening her mouth more, kissing him with much more enthusiasm, this time her eyes closing with a pleased look.

"Mmmm~ Hmph..."

'Why does it feel like I fell into her honey trap rather than defeating her?'