Villain Simulator-Chapter 87: The Bet

[You have entered a Dungeon suitable for level 4~8].

[Breakout: 26%]

Entering the Dungeon, Charlotte and I found ourselves standing on a serene beach with an endless ocean behind us and a vast forest ahead.

"Now we just have to wait for a good show to start, hehe."

I remarked with a mischievous grin, and Charlotte giggled in response.

"Hehehe! Master, you’re so cool."

"I know."

"But Master, what are we going to do until those guys arrive?"

Charlotte asked with a puzzled look on her face while sitting on a nearby rock.

This dungeon, which could be cleared in an hour, was booked for the whole day for Sylvia, but we were here a few hours earlier than the time I told Sylvia to come.

It was just an extra measure to make things more chaotic later. At least chaotic enough to stretch the matter for a week.

Because after a week, I doubt the guilds behind those girls would even have the time to save their own asses, let alone purse this case.

Furthermore, since this was a crack that could be easily cleared in an hour, we would be considered dead if we took more than that.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Within that timeframe, the guards outside would naturally lose their vigilance and simply label us as some overconfident idiots.

Cases like these were too common in this world for anyone to pay much attention.

’But it will be a sight to see who the real idiots will be in the end, hehe.’

This tactic would significantly lower the chances of the guards informing those girls about us.

After all, they had no personal connection to those girls, and considering the arrogant nature of those three, the possibility was even slimmer.

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Not to mention, such cases were often too obvious, and even if they did inform, so what?

’Hehe, it doesn’t matter if they do because I know those bitches won’t care.’

As for when this news would reach the people who do care, it would already be too late.

Everything was set in motion, but for the moment, it didn’t matter why we were here.

Since we had extra time, there was only one thing we needed to do.

"Is there even a need to ask? We will train."

"Are we sparring again?"

Charlotte asked excitedly, as if sparring seemed fun to her.

However, when she heard my next answer, all her excitement vanished from her face immediately.

"No, it’s not the right place for it, so it’s just regular push-ups and exercises."

"Master! No! I am alleady sho stlong."

Speaking childishly, she flexed her non-existent biceps and then started complaining while also coaxing me.

"That training won’t even help me much; it’s only wasting energy... Instead, I can cheer you from the side, Master. How about it?"

She asked cutely while making a pitiful face.

Looking at her antics, this time I couldn’t allow myself to force her like always.

"My cute shadow."

So I just softly pinched her cute, soft cheeks and decided to take out the panacea that worked on every woman.

"If you train with me to give me company, I will take you shopping later; how about it?"

"Really?"

As expected, just hearing about shopping made her eyes widen with excitement.

"Can we also go to the new Indian restaurant I saw on the net? Their chicken biryani is so good, and then the new Pacific shopping mall...?"

"Wherever you want."

Hearing my confirmation, Charlotte almost drooled like a child who had seen her favorite lollipop.

"Wohooo! Master, you’re the best."

Excitement filled her body, and she jumped around.

To such behavior of hers, I could only shake my head.

’So easy.’

...

Time passed as Charlotte and I continued our training, taking regular breaks and using potions to maintain our peak condition.

Eventually, Charlotte suddenly stopped her actions in front of me and glanced at the fluctuating gate of the Dungeon.

From it emerged Sylvia, scanning the area for any signs of danger.

Noticing no one following her, I gestured to Charlotte, who expertly concealed herself in the shadows, and I shouted to Sylvia.

"Sylvia, over here!"

Hearing my voice, Sylvia immediately turned toward me, her face lighting up.

"Adrian!"

She shouted and rushed straight toward me and into my arms.

I had already washed my face and removed the artifacts, making it effortless for her to recognize me.

Most of our plan had been discussed during our previous call, so she was well-informed.

Speaking of our call, I hadn’t contacted her since our last meeting in her room, and I’d only made a call yesterday to brief her on the plan.

Despite this, there wasn’t much complaint on her face.

On the contrary, I could see a mixture of respect and gratitude in her eyes.

In the vaccum that was created in Sylvia’s heart in my absence, Mr. Thompson seemed to have wonderfully carved me in and nourished the seed of subservience.

’Looks like Mrs. Thompson did her job wonderfully; I have to increase her pay.’

Noting inwardly, I looked at Sylvia in my arms and squeezed her hips tightly.

Consequently, her body trembled slightly.

’Is she aroused? It looks like the pain has completely gone and my slave’s ready for another pounding, hehe.’

Though, speaking of pain,

"How are you feeling now? Is the pain still there?"

Right away, Sylvia’s face turned red with shame as she snuggled closer to me and whispered.

"It’s all better now... No pain."

"That’s wonderful. Did Mrs. Thompson take good care of you?"

Hearing about Mrs. Thompson, Sylvia excitedly looked at me.

"Yes, she’s so kind and considerate; she always takes care of me."

"You like Mrs. Thompson that much? Want her to be your regular caretaker?"

"Really? Can you?"

Sylvia’s eyes widened in shock, excitement, and anticipation.

Looking at her like this, a mischievous glint flashed in my eyes, and I changed my expression, replying flatly.

"To be honest, it’s a bit difficult concerning her schedule."

"Oh... I... see."

"But I can do something for you. Calling her sometimes won’t be a problem."

"Really?"

Once again, Sylvia’s initially downcast expression transformed into one filled with excitement.

Her eyes sparkled with renewed hope and anticipation.

Observing the shifting expressions on her face, I couldn’t resist a sadistic smile forming in my thoughts.

’Haaa! I will get addicted to this feeling of playing with the emotions of these Heroines, Hehehe hehe.’

Chuckling to myself, I replied to the eagerly waiting Sylvia.

"Yes."

Upon hearing my confirmation, she let out a sigh of relief and rose on her tiptoes.

Then, she quickly planted a kiss on my cheek before swiftly stepping back from my embrace, mumbling softly.

"Thank you."

Savoring the lingering sensation of her lips on my cheek, a mischievous smile played across my lips as I looked into her eyes.

And without allowing her any time to react, I gently pulled her back into my embrace and whispered.

"You think you can run away so easily after doing something like that?"

Sylvia’s body quivered at those words, but before she could reply, I stole her lips and once again grabbed her ass.

In that instant, I detected some subtle movements behind the nearby bushes, and I could feel an envious gaze fixated on me.

But I ignored it all and focused on Sylvia.

...

It was only a few minutes later that I was finally done tasting my plaything, and we moved inside the Dungeon.

Not long later, we finally came across a wolf, slightly larger than the average wolf, who growled looking at us.

He was a maned wolf—a monster of only level 3 with spiky fur around his neck.

Unlike ordinary wolves, it was strong and had blind hostility towards humans.

If one wasn’t careful, the wolf’s thorn-like hairs could even attach themselves all over their body, causing painful and irritating rashes.

"Grrr.."

Noticing our presence, the growling wolf jumped at us without notice.

Shing!

But with just a simple swing of my sword, it was split in half.

[You have killed a maned wolf.]

[You have leveled up.]

"A maned wolf, just like that?"

Sylvia saw it, and her small mouth opened subconsciously.

"You are really strong."

Mumbling to herself, when she was done admiring and came to her senses, she rushed towards the wolf’s corpse and began to dissect it.

’Looks like she did her fair share of research.’

"What is this tail hair used for? Is it expensive?"

I knew, but I pretended not to know, because it was mainly used in making adult products.

According to information posted online, it was said that you could make any woman orgasm if you just caressed her with a brush made of this fur.

Unfortunately, it seemed like Sylvia had limited knowledge about the situation.

"Well? I think it’s used to make brushes, but yes, it is somewhat popular."

Her response wasn’t exactly what I was hoping for, but since there was little we could do about it, I decided to squat down and touch the tail myself, feeling the soft fur of the maned wolf.

It was oddly soothing.

’Should I buy one of these?’ I wondered to myself.

...

We finished up our work there and gradually ventured deeper into the forest, continuing to hunt more wolves and leveling up.

When, out of the blue, Sylvia asked,

"Will they really come?"

"Did you make enough of a commotion?"

"I did, but..." Sylvia nodded, but her face reflected a hint of hesitation.

Observing her uncertainty, I smiled, and a devious plan formed in my mind as I asked.

"Do you want to bet?"

"Bet?"

"The loser grants the wish of the winner."

Sylvia chuckled.

"Huh... Good! If I win, will you do anything I want?"

I nodded my head.

’I have something from you too, my dear; I hope you won’t regret it later, hehehehe.’