As a villain, I just want them to behave 43

Chapter 43: She is Special

The commotion drew a crowd. An attendant attempted to intervene but was stopped by the Second Prince.

He watched with amusement, enjoying the spectacle.

“Do you know this man, Young Master Kailun?” Loston asked, his face pale with worry. He feared Kailun might simply dismiss the matter.

A hundred gold coins was a significant sum for him. He spent most of his earnings on cultivation and didn’t have much spare cash.

“Yes, his name is Paul. He’s a student at the Royal Magic Academy. We’re classmates.”

Kailun nodded calmly, Vivian still nestled in his arms.

He couldn’t believe Paul had resorted to such a clumsy attack. Did he really think Kailun wouldn’t allocate all his attribute points to Agility?

Paul’s face brightened upon hearing Kailun acknowledge their connection. “My good friend, please help me! I can’t afford to pay him!”

He had expected Kailun to intervene out of friendship, but Kailun’s expression turned apologetic. “I’m sorry, Paul, but I recently made a large purchase and don’t have much money left. I’m afraid I can’t help you.”

Paul assumed Kailun was referring to the ten thousand gold coins he had given to his aunt.

He suddenly brightened and turned to Loston. “My aunt Ella is rich! You can ask her for the money! She has plenty of gold!”

Loston ignored him. “I don’t care about your aunt. I’m holding you responsible. You have one day to pay me. If you don’t, I’ll sell you to a brothel and you can pay me with your body. And don’t even think about running. I know where you live. Don’t make me come looking for you!”

As the captain of the Royal City Enforcement Squad, Loston wasn’t a fool. He wouldn’t dare to demand money from Ella, knowing her connection to Kailun.

“Of course, of course! I’ll have the money by tomorrow!” Paul nodded frantically.

He cursed his slow reflexes. If only he had managed to bump into Kailun.

And someone had tripped him. Was it Kailun?

But his innocent expression didn’t seem to match the act.

“Damn it!” Loston spat, his face contorted with anger as he felt the wine soaking through his clothes. He stormed out of the hall.

He would find an opportunity to ambush Paul and beat him senseless.

No, that was too merciful. He would have someone rob Paul after he gathered the money and then demand payment again.

“You clumsy boy! How dare you offend those nobles! Come with me and change into clean clothes. You still have work to do. Don’t forget, His Highness paid a hefty sum for your services.”

The old man who had recruited Paul finally approached, apologizing to Kailun and dragging Paul away.

He didn’t care about the hundred gold coins Paul owed. He was more concerned about the missing number tag. Without it, he wouldn’t receive his commission.

“Was that your classmate? How has he survived this long without being beaten to death?” Vivian asked, tugging on Kailun’s arm.

“He’s lucky. Whenever he encounters trouble, someone always comes to his rescue. Don’t let his current state fool you. With his talent, he’ll rise quickly. And the stronger he becomes, the luckier he’ll be.”

“You seem to dislike him. Why not just kill him now?”

“I haven’t finished harvesting him yet. Besides, he took my head in my past life. Wouldn’t it be too merciful to let him off without experiencing true despair?”

Vivian: “？？?”

She couldn’t understand. Kailun was clearly alive and well. Why would he claim Paul had taken his head?

The more she interacted with him, the more mysterious he seemed. He was full of secrets, an enigma she couldn’t unravel.

[Vivian’s curiosity towards you has increased her favorability. Current favorability: -30.]

Kailun frowned at the notification.

She was supposed to be decreasing her favorability, not increasing it! He wouldn’t let her off so easily. She still had debts to pay from their past life.

He had brought her to this banquet specifically to lower her favorability.

Of course, he wouldn’t allow anyone to touch her. He was a possessive man. Anyone who dared to harm those he claimed would face his wrath. He had learned the art of genoc*de from Paul, after all.

“Since everyone else is enjoying the banquet, we shouldn’t just stand here. Come on, let’s have a drink.”

He led her to a table, a glass of wine in one hand. “Feed it to me.”

Vivian hesitated, glancing around to make sure no one was watching before lifting the glass to his lips.

“That’s how you’re going to feed me?”

He turned away, feigning displeasure.

She paused. “How do you want me to feed you?”

He glanced at her flat chest, his eyes filled with mock disappointment. So young and already so flat. She truly had the makings of a queen.

Ignoring her glare, he pointed at her lips. “With your mouth.”

Her eyes widened. “No way!”

“Are you sure? If you refuse me now, what do you think will happen when the party truly begins?” He teased her lips with his finger.

Realizing the true nature of this banquet, she wavered.

This place was a den of depravity. If Kailun abandoned her, she would be consumed by despair.

She had no choice!

“Fine, I’ll feed you.”

She took a large gulp of wine, holding it in her mouth, and then lunged at him, pressing her lips against his.

Before she could transfer the wine, his tongue invaded her mouth, expertly tangling with hers.

“Gulp, gulp~”

Caught off guard, she ended up swallowing the entire mouthful, the sweet and spicy liquid filling her mouth, making her choke.

She pounded on his chest, trying to break free, but he continued to devour the remaining wine, savoring the taste of her youthful sweetness.

This was exactly what she had done to him in the past. Now he was simply returning the favor.

[Your rough behavior has reminded Vivian of your true nature. Favorability -20. Current favorability: -50.]

He pulled away, licking his lips with satisfaction. “Uncomfortable? Unhappy? Good! That’s exactly how I felt when you forced yourself on me! Especially when you bit my tongue with those sharp little teeth!”

Vivian wanted to cry. What did other women’s actions have to do with her? She hadn’t even known him back then!

“But forcing myself on others is quite enjoyable. I like it. So, let’s do it again.”

“Mmm…”

Before she could catch her breath, he captured her lips again, the feeling of suffocation returning. She felt like she was going to die in his arms.

He forced her to feed him several glasses of wine until her favorability dropped to -60 and stopped decreasing.

Her face was flushed, her eyes closed, her brow relaxed. She was clearly drunk.

“Little devil? Hmph, more like a weakling.”

He chuckled and pinched her cheek, pulling her closer.

He stroked her hair with one hand while sipping wine from the glass he had used to feed her.

The warmth of her body in his arms dispelled any loneliness he might have felt.

After an unknown amount of time, Paul’s scream shattered the peaceful atmosphere. The real party was about to begin.

He glanced down at Vivian, who was fast asleep, her arms wrapped around his waist, her head resting on his chest, drool trickling down her chin.

“Good thing you’re asleep. Otherwise, I would have knocked you out.” He tapped her forehead lightly.

He had initially planned to use this party to scare her and further decrease her favorability, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Even he had to admit, she was special.

Of course, as a true player, he had to add “one of” to that statement.