I'm in Love with the Villainess!

I’m guessing she simply grew tired of always being the dominant one, which makes sense considering how busy she was in Berian. She never really had a choice but to take control.

Even long before she put me through obedience training...

I guess all of that was enough to make her want to experience the opposite feeling again—to have me dominate her once more.

To be honest, I can’t really blame her. It’s nice to change things up every now and then.

And... I also really want to see her flustered again. It’s been a while since I last saw that, ever since I lost the last of my [Profaned Prince] modifier.

"Also, consider this your treat... I already know you’re going to ace the examination anyway," Evelina added.

So, two birds with one stone, huh?

For now, I’ll just give her what she wants, then have her explain what in the world even happened with the inquisitors. If she really did solve the problem, then we have all the time in the world for now.

[Darkfire Step]

I teleported us both away, this time to her dormitory. While mine would have also been a decent choice, if she wanted to be the obedient one again, her room was the better option.

To be honest, I still can’t get over how sudden everything feels. But I guess that’s just how it is with the two of us.

I mean... I just finished the exam, saw her covered in blood, and now this—without even letting her wash off first.

Well, that last part was easily nullified by her magic. She could clean herself in an instant anytime she wanted.

But looks like she didn’t want to, for now.

Thump.

I pushed her down onto the bed before she could so much as open her mouth.

"Ah—!"

A small gasp escaped her, and that alone sent a rush of heat through my chest. Her eyes widened just slightly, that familiar sharpness flickering into something softer, something almost vulnerable.

"Not even going to let me speak first?" she asked, her voice lighthearted.

"No."

I braced myself over her, one hand planted beside her head, the other coming up to trace along her jaw. She didn’t flinch away. Didn’t try to reclaim control. Instead, her eyelids lowered, and her breathing changed—slower, deeper, more deliberate.

"You wanted this," I said. It wasn’t a question.

"...I’m a succubus, aren’t I? Makes sense for me to want to be claimed now and then."

"You have no idea how much I missed this feeling."

Her lips parted, but no words came out. I didn’t wait for them.

I kissed her—hard. Not the slow, teasing kind she usually favored when she was the one leading. This was insistent, demanding, the kind of kiss that left no room for doubt about who was in charge right now. My tongue pushed past her lips, sliding against hers, and she made a sound against my mouth—something between a whimper and a sigh.

"Mmmph—ngh...!"

Her hands came up to my shoulders, and for a moment, I thought she might push back, might try to flip our positions out of habit. But she didn’t. Her fingers curled into the fabric of my coat, holding on rather than redirecting.

I pulled back just enough to look at her.

Her cheeks were flushed. Her lips were already slightly swollen. And her eyes—those sharp, calculating eyes that could strip a person down to their worst fears—were hazy, unfocused, looking at me like I was the only thing in the room that mattered.

"Good girl," I murmured.

I always wanted to say something like that...

And I wish I had said it sooner, because the effect it had on her was incredible.

A full-body shiver ran through her, and she bit her lower lip hard enough to leave a mark. Her thighs pressed together beneath me, her cunt clenching around nothing—a small, involuntary movement that she couldn’t quite hide.

"Don’t..." she started, but the word came out breathless.

"Don’t what?"

"Don’t... haa... stop..."

I leaned down, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "And here I thought you wanted the opposite."

Her breath hitched before letting out a small chuckle.

"Don’t be ridiculous, Cael."

I trailed my mouth down the side of her neck, slow and deliberate, feeling her pulse race beneath my lips. She tilted her head back, offering more without being asked, and I rewarded her with a sharp bite just above her collarbone.

She gasped—loud enough that anyone passing by would have heard—and her back arched off the bed, pressing her breasts against my chest.

"Cael— nngh—"

"Shh."

I soothed the bite with my tongue, then moved lower. Her uniform was still intact, but that was an easy problem to solve. I pulled at the fastenings with no particular care for preserving the fabric.

Rip—!

Click—clatter—

Buttons scattered somewhere onto the floor.

She didn’t complain.

Of course, she didn’t; she had hundreds of other pairs.

Beneath the uniform, her skin was warm, flushed pink across her chest. Her breathing had gone shallow, each inhale making her breasts press against the thin fabric of her bra, her nipples visibly hard beneath the cloth.

I looked up at her.

Her hands were fisted in the bedsheets now, knuckles white. She was watching me with an expression I had always loved seeing on her—not calculating, not scheming, just... wanting.

"Please," she whispered.

That single word, from her of all people, nearly undid me.

"You’re going to have to be more specific than that."

"Nngh—" A flash of frustration crossed her face—old habits dying hard—but it melted almost instantly into something more desperate.

"Touch me," she said. "Properly. I’ve been thinking about this while we were apart, and if you make me wait any longer, I swear I’ll— mmph—!"

I cut her off with my hand sliding beneath the waistband of her skirt, my fingers finding her soaked folds.

"Ahhn—!"

Her words dissolved into a sharp cry.

Her cunt was drenched—her labia slick and swollen. The evidence of how long she’d wanted this coated my fingers as I parted her. Embarrassingly wet, if the way her face went crimson was any indication. I didn’t tease her about it—not yet, anyway—but I filed the information away for later.

"And here I thought you’d be able to handle it..."

"Nngh... haa..." She shook her head, unable to form words.

It was about time I said something degrading to her. Before, I held back just in case, but considering that she wants me to take charge,

Now’s the time to go all out.

"Why didn’t you just take care of yourself? Slip your own fingers inside that tight little cunt when you were alone at night?"

Her hips twitched as I moved my fingers slowly, deliberately, tracing along her entrance without pushing in, giving her barely any pressure where she needed it most.

"I— ngh— I know it won’t work," she admitted, her voice breaking.

"And why wouldn’t it?"

"Because it wasn’t you." Her inner walls fluttered against nothing. "My fingers aren’t as thick as yours. Couldn’t reach deep enough. Couldn’t— ah— couldn’t make myself come."

I stopped moving entirely.

The sound she made was almost pained—a desperate, frustrated whine that I’d never heard from her before. Her hips chased my hand, her slick folds grinding against my palm, seeking friction I wasn’t giving her.

"W-What?" she said again, more broken this time. "It was just getting good, don’t stop, you idiot..."

I studied her for a long moment—the flush spreading down her neck, the way her chest heaved with each ragged breath, the tears beading at the corners of her eyes from sheer want, the way her thighs trembled open for me.

Then I smiled.

"I was just admiring you."

Schlick—!

I gave her what she needed.

Two fingers plunged inside her in one smooth thrust, her soaked walls clenching around me immediately, sucking me in. Her whole body seized up, a cry tearing from her throat that she’d never have allowed herself if she were in control.

I curled my fingers exactly the way I knew she would like, while my thumb pressed firmly against her clit.

"Look at me," I ordered.

Her eyes snapped to mine, wide and glazed and utterly lost.

"Don’t look away."

She didn’t.

I watched her fall apart—watched every carefully constructed wall crumble, every mask slip away again like always when she was with me, right now, she was just Evelina. Just a woman trembling beneath me, her cunt spasming around my fingers, crying out my name like it was the only word she remembered.

Her juices soaked my hand as her orgasm ripped through her, her back bowing off the bed, her nipples straining against the fabric of her bra.

When she finally went limp, boneless and gasping, I leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"We’re not done yet," I said against her skin.

She laughed—breathless, almost hysterical—and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Good," she whispered. "...I’d be disappointed if we were."