YM778.TV Chapter 8: 8- New Sub quest
\'It\'s definitely not what you think,\' Damien, noticing her horrified gaze on the ring and her hands clutching her dress, understood that she was definitely imagining the worst.
Naturally, there were several instances he could remember where he had used a ring to kill some of the heroines while doing his daily job.
However, none of them were that obvious.
The last time he remembered was in an apocalyptic world where the heroines had decided to run away to a camp prepared by the son of heaven, who had a 10000× storage system and was a Regressor.
Irritated by not getting his salary, Damien had chosen a crippled villain who would have died soon due to terminal illness—he chose this villain because he needed to finish the job sooner.
So, seeing his childhood friend, who was a heroine, wanting to leave him and join the camp, he gave her a ring as last goodbye gift.
A ring carrying plutonium and Cesium-137.
Long story short, his childhood friend died of cancer, and then the son of heaven kept her keepsake in his storage, which soon get multiplied into 10000 of them, and then started a massacre.
Though it depends on the type of son of heaven to decide what to do, applying the same thing to this Edward guy would be futile due to his senses always ringing with threats.
Indeed, there are several types of sons of heaven: ones who want only virgin women, ones who prefer MILFs, ones who see everyone except themselves as evil, some who treat their women as part of themselves, some who think from their dick, and some who have a gut feeling about everything, etc.
So, Damien this time used Edward\'s ability to detect threats, against him.
Background story: Edward entered the hotel, felt something amiss in the liquid being sprayed over everyone, and due to his trust in his immunity, he drank the bottle that contained nothing but a simple chemical component which needs another one to react.
So, why would Damien add a poisonous needle to poison a supporting character when he could do something fitting of his status as a transmigrating villain?— Of course, he could guess what was going on inside Emilia\'s mind.
"Give me your hand," he called out to her with a small smile and narrowed eyes, making her feel even more suspicious of his behavior and prompting her to hide both hands behind her back.
\'...Come on, Gabriel must be arriving soon,\' Damien thought, noticing the time slowly moving forward and the imminent arrival of a gangster with arms. He felt the need to help this woman open her mind.
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\'...Hey Lyra, don\'t you think you\'re asking for too much?\' Damien felt baffled, seeing that someone was becoming too greedy now.
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\'Fine, fine,\' Damien finally accepted defeat—if only in name. He turned his gaze towards Amelia, whose widened eyes caused a smile to form on his face. After all, this ring had very deep memories attached to her.
"D-don\'t even dare to make me wear that ring!" Emilia protested, clenching her hands behind her back. She saw Damien\'s eyes fixed in another direction, a devilish smile on his face. His hand first rested on her shoulder and then slid towards her wrist before clenching it.
"Shut up, woman," Damien said, knowing how this would give Amelia a boost to become a true heroine. He pulled Emilia with a bold tone, showing he didn\'t care about her at this moment—only one thing mattered to him right now: His Bonus.
"Come here" Damien\'s firm grasp on Emilia\'s hand caused her to stumble, her breath catching as her breast collided with his solid chest.
Heat surged through her as their eyes met, his devilish gaze lingering on her lips.
High society\'s elite remained around them, their murmurs becoming a distant hum.
Emilia\'s cheeks flushed with a mix of fleeting feelings and surging anger, but before she could retaliate, her body flinched as his hands wrapped around her back, tracing the white fabric of her bridal dress as he grasped her possessively.
"N-no!" Emilia\'s lips parted to retaliate, but her tongue was visible under the hungry gaze of the man who seized the moment, instantly claiming her dewy lips in a fervent kiss.
Mppffhh?!" Her muffled voice was all that remained beneath the sudden weight of his kiss.
thump thump
Emilia\'s heartbeat raced as she initially tried to pull back, but his tongue pushed into her mouth with insistence, seeking to conquer her reluctance.
"Umm...nhh", His hand began to explore her curves, fingers stretching downwards toward her ass before both hands gripped the peaks in their way.
"IEEKK~!?" Her body tensed with embarrassment and arousal as Damien\'s hand moved boldly, molding her ass possessively and pressing her perky breasts against his chest.
The contrast of her pristine white wedding dress against the intensity of his touch sent a shiver down her spine.
"Mmmmmmh~!!", Despite her initial resistance, Emilia found herself glaring at the man as he assaulted her lips, acutely aware of the many onlookers with his eyes just centimeters away remained locked with hers as his lips continued to devour hers.
Slurp~
Her lips hurt, and her eyes became teary as she slowly loosened her defenses, succumbing to her fate.
It was true that she once had a crush on Damien Raphael, just like many of her classmates, but being kissed like this by him was slowly melting her mind and resurfacing memories of her days dreaming of marrying this person.
Simply put, every normal woman\'s dream is to have a rich husband who loves her possessively, cares for her, and makes her feel blessed to have him in her life, but...
She was hating this man even more.
He was an evil, lecherous monster!
"Mphhh....Hngh?!"
\'....Now, this is something else,\' Damien felt the plump softness in his palm while ignoring Amelia\'s cries in background for them to stop, his hands tightening even more on Emilia\'s soft ass, molding it mercilessly.
"Mmgghh~?!"
He alternated between pressing and stretching those plump ass outward with controlled force, responding to the twitch of his crotch area.
Her lips were soft, almost silken, and pillowy against his own. He could feel the soft tickle of her haggard breath against his nose, her breasts expanding and relaxing as they pressed against his chest.
He could clearly feel the shape of her boobs, her tightened nipples beneath her bridal dress pressed on his firm chest, as his fingers caressed her voluptuous ass, the middle finger slowly making its way toward the center between both booty, trying to touch her Rosebud—
But before he could feel anything,
"STOP IT!" Amelia arrived and cried out again, realizing Damien was not heeding her cries. She finally used the force of her hands to separate them, her eyes shot red with anger.
Instantly, her hand lifted before forming an arc against his cheek.
Slap!
A loud sound filled the hall as Amelia\'s hand whipped across Damien\'s cheek, yet his head remained eerily still, showing no sign of the blow.
\'!?!\'
In that fleeting moment, a sharp freezing chill gripped Amelia\'s entire being. Damien\'s eyes underwent a startling transformation, turning a deep, complete black with no trace of white. His gaze, cold and piercing, fixed on the woman who had just slapped him with killing intent surging from within.
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