The Villainess Returns with a System-Chapter 132: Sinners

Chapter 132: Sinners

He looked at his hands, and there was blood.1

His knuckles screamed in protest with agony at each throb, yet his gaze remained fixed on the pulped visage before him—a scene of ruin where a face had once resided, now a grotesque crater of destruction.

The world was red, back then, not now. He remembered it in flashes: each punch he landed, each memory of it, like a monster... No! He was a monster who surrendered to his basic instincts; he had to.

It made him feel so good about himself, but now it left him dazed, stunned, and naked.

He sat above the lifeless body of another man, both in an equal state of nudity. What began as a tender embrace in each other’s arms had twisted into a scene of brutal murder.

Richard panicked!

He jumped off the lifeless corpse of his senior, who was just between his hips, and the blood that covered every inch of his front was now felt even deep in his throat.

On his knees, he fell to the ground, almost puking his guts out, but a flash of memory ran through his mind. All those people he hated so much were looking down on him: his father, his uncle, his rivals in the academy—Edmond, Ronald, Valentine, Vivian Moore and her Knight, and most recently on the list, the Bloody Swan.

It frustrated him how long the list of people he needed to pulverize was, but the one who got pulverized instead was his lover, Eric, the senior who took him under his wing after graduation, a Silver-ranked knight.

He was afraid, but as he gritted his teeth and focused his aura on his guts, the urge to puke was suppressed, and his heart started to beat like a thundering drum.

His body experienced a strong sensation of heat overwhelming him, and suddenly, his father’s words echoed in his mind.

"You fool! To think I would call you son? What a disgrace!"

The figure of his father stood imposing over him, and as he looked up at him, he saw his father’s eyes and hair glowing red as he casually held up the struggling Dragon-Tiger with one hand.

"If you desire power, true power..."

Crack!

"...kill with your bare hands!"

Then it all became clear to him as he was enveloped by a silvery, flame-like energy that began to emanate from every pore in his body.

This power... this energy.

Robert tightened his fist and swallowed his own saliva, along with any blood that may have gone into his mouth.

He purged his own weakness.

He killed his prey and took its power for himself, as a real Marshall would do.

He smiled in disbelief, looking at his hand, then at the corpse of his lover, and he could not feel more joy or stimulation.

He was now a Silver-ranked Knight... and he killed Eric just as he killed Reginald.

The twisted, sick feeling that enveloped him just a while ago changed into a sense of extreme pride and gratification. He was covered in the blood of a man whom he was very close to, but rather than feeling shitty about himself like before, his sexual fantasies started running wild.

He killed two with his bare hands, and he reached the rank of silver. How many senior knights would he need to rise even more? Actually, how many senior knights would he need to seduce to rise even more and more?

He made a sickening smile as the thought made him more sexually stimulated, and he could not contain it at all. He started covering himself with the blood of his dead lover, and as he was covered in the moonlight, he could not contain the ecstasy this sensation brought him and groaned like an animal in intense climax.

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Not too far from him was another equally disturbing young man who had finally received the delivery from the Royal Convoy far out of town.

While he was busy introducing his sister to the Prince’s group, Ronald faked an urgent matter and rushed out of Matilda’s manor to a far-off estate that belonged to House Morgan. It was his secret haven where he collected and stored his subjects.

The shy and well-educated Ronald Morgan had a lot of façades to drop the moment he was alone. No longer the skinny nerd with messy hair from all the magic studying, but rather a decently tall young man with a fit body, even for a sorcerer.

OPUS" to play around with the formation, controlling the place as he was being swarmed by the servants and the bodyguards of the place, who were taking off his clothes until he walked into the villa with nothing but his trousers.">As he walked into the villa surrounded by a large vineyard, he started channeling the cantrip "OPUS" to play around with the formation, controlling the place as he was being swarmed by the servants and the bodyguards of the place, who were taking off his clothes until he walked into the villa with nothing but his trousers.1

With his spell, most of the candlelight in the villa started to illuminate on its own, and the locking mechanism around various doors leading to four different rooms on the upper floor started to open automatically. These rooms opened slowly, and from each, one person would walk out.

"Daddy’s home."

Ronald spoke playfully as he began stretching his body and found his own custom-fitted chaise lounge sofa, which was covered in velvet and tailored for him personally.

The four figures emerged from the upper story and hesitantly walked down, some trembling, others holding still and showing strength, but all of them were dressed in light, revealing dresses, even under the eyes of the mute guards and servants.

The four girls stood in the main hall where they would usually meet him—their warden—and where they perform every fantasy he desires.

"Wives!" He spoke and looked at them with a feeling almost the opposite of theirs, filled with joy and excitement, "Smile, today, your fifth sister shall arrive. A very exotic creature, she is!"

He seemed to have paused a little before the word "creature", but he was always this way to them, treating them like his "things".

If one were to inquire about any of those young ladies, one would learn that they are people who should not be in Elgard at all. Each of them is known to have travelled on some grand tour across the world for experience and education. One of those trembling young ladies was Isadora Wellesley, the victim of this year’s bloody scandal that happened in the college where rumors say that Reginald Ashcroft, a newly-graduate from the third student, was killed while sexually assaulting Isadora by her friend Johann.

That very same Isadora was now standing in this revealing, undignified state, covered in shame and disgust but collared still with fear and, most immortally...

"Smile!"

... magic.

His words alone were enough to make her smile involuntarily as a strange glow started to emerge from her body, some kind of Spellmark that stuck to the skin above her crotch like a tattoo. As this glow faded, Isadora found herself smiling from her heart as if there was nothing in the world she would rather do except smile.

"Come, senior Isadora. Pour me some of your wine."

Your wine!

As soon as Ronald said so, a flash of memory crossed Isadora’s mind.

Her wine was from these very same grapes she crushed for him in that large oak tub in the villa with her bare body.

The process was humiliating, no less. How she was taken, washed, cleaned, and carried by the mutes directly into the tub. All he needed to do was order her to crush it by stepping on it, sitting, lying, dancing, squeezing it between her thighs and bosom, and rolling over it.

Then, after the juices were collected, they were left for weeks to get fermented and treated before getting made into wine, that very same wine with her name written on it.

"The Velvet Yield, some of our Empire’s best wine, even though we do not hold a candle to Velleux. The sole reason this wine is the most expensive in our country is the magic."

Ronald’s words echoed like a villain’s monologue, but all he was doing was retelling the reputation of the wine famed among the rich people of Elgard. A mocking smile then followed as he sneered while saying:

"People may not know that the secret is in the crushing, but if those filthy people were to know how you crushed, personally, I’d argue that the price would double... no, triple."

Just as he said so, Isadora was done pouring him wine as he slipped his hand into her revealing dress and pulled her towards him, before stirring his wine with his right and slowly smelling her bare skin.

Erotically, Ronald poured some of the wine on the bare spot of her skin and licked it all, savoring every bit of it.

"That’s it... finally. The best bottle of Isadora’s Kiss I have tasted so far," he said, looking with a wide grin at her as she could not stop smiling.

Her heart was racing with fear as his left hand was exploring every spot in her body, leaving nothing untouched, but even that was nothing compared to what he would usually do... or make her do.

But then, as she was suffering from the agony, four of the mute guards walked in, carrying a large box from its far corners, and placed it heavily on the floor, causing some dust to spread from the wooden thing. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"Ah! She arrived at last! I cannot wait."

Along with Isadora, the other three girls realized that there was another victim of this madman who was about to join them tonight, an unlucky girl who ran out of luck to land in the hands of this satyromaniac.

But just as the door of that portal box-like prison opened, fear gripped the four girls as they saw what manner of "creature" was occupying that box.

Most of the girls freaked out and stepped back behind Ronald, but only Isadora was frozen enough not to move from her place. After all, that creature was no human at all.

A Demon!

A spawn from hell!

A she-devil!

Each word described what they saw perfectly clearly, and there was no other term for it other than a demon.

What they saw was a naked, feminine humanoid standing up from her cowering state, shaken and unstable, looking at everything around her with doubt and fear.

She had two horns adorning her head, long black wavy hair, and purple skin. When her senses grew accustomed to the lighting outside the box, a tail appeared moving behind her, and as she stepped out, the floor made a strange noise as it was getting stepped on with hooves rather than feet.

A glowing crotch tattoo appeared on her body like the rest of them, and as she walked outside, her eyes were fixated on Isadora without moving.

Then, in the most bizarre thing ever, the demon girl suddenly transformed.

No demon wings, no long fingernails, no extra horns, none of that daredevilry; she simply took the very face of Isadora and made herself look like a spitting image of the young lady.

There was only one name for a creature like that... the Arjuwan!

Warning! This Chapter contains very graphic, violent, and sexual content!(OPUS = General Utility Spell)

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