Category: As a villain, I just want them to behave

  • As a villain, I just want them to behave 53

    Chapter 53: Ella’s Tail

    “Remember your place. Don’t overstep your boundaries. Your status here is only slightly higher than Winnie’s.”

    As they ascended from the basement, Kailun held up his fingers, indicating a minuscule gap between them.

    As if that wasn’t clear enough, he widened the gap slightly.

    “Perhaps you should crawl on the ground instead?” He offered another suggestion.

    Ella: “???”

    She might not be human, but Kailun was truly a dog.

    If she weren’t afraid of him, she would have asked him.

    Was even walking upright a privilege now?

    “That’s not a good idea, Master. If others see me like that, they’ll misunderstand your noble image.” She pleaded, tugging on his hand weakly.

    Unfortunately, her mature charm and voluptuous figure undermined her attempt at acting cute.

    “It doesn’t matter. This is my true self. There’s nothing to misunderstand.” He stroked the black choker on her neck. “Besides, there are no outsiders here. No other males are allowed in this villa. So don’t worry about being seen. I informed the staff two days ago that we’re getting a new pet dog. They should be prepared. In fact, let’s get you a new outfit.”

    He led her towards a room on the left side of the villa. The increased number of occupants meant they encountered more maids along the way.

    He opened the door to a room in a secluded corner and ushered Ella inside.

    The brightly lit room was filled with various costumes, their revealing designs making her blush.

    “To be honest, I used to envy people who walked their dogs. I wanted a pretty and obedient dog myself. But I still had a conscience back then. I knew it was wrong.”

    He browsed the collection, searching for a suitable outfit for Ella.

    “And now?” She asked anxiously.

    She placed her hand on her chest, trying to feel her heartbeat, but her ample bosom muffled any sensation.

    Anxiety and unease gnawed at her. Had she made a mistake by choosing this?

    “Oh, I have no conscience now. It’s best to discard such useless things. How can one truly indulge in pleasure while bound by morality?”

    He found a pink dog ear headband, its soft and fluffy texture delightful to the touch.

    He turned and placed it on her head. It fit perfectly.

    “Looks good. Let’s see if there are any other accessories.”

    He rummaged through the room and found a small black collar made of a special lightweight material.

    A silver chain dangled from the collar, broken into five or six segments.

    He fastened the collar around her neck, the chain resting gracefully on her cheongsam. It was a shame her dress was so modest. If she had cleavage, he could have secured the chain to it.

    “Can I not wear this?”

    Ella panicked as he picked up a new cheongsam.

    He didn’t refuse outright. He held up the dress and a tail prop. “If you don’t want to wear this, you can wear the tail.”

    “Can’t we just skip it? It’s… embarrassing.” She shook her head, clutching her backside. “I’ll take the cheongsam. It’s more normal.”

    [Ella’s fear has intensified due to your perverse behavior. Favorability -5. Current favorability: -80.]

    “A wise choice.”

    He tossed the tail aside and handed her the cheongsam, along with two pieces of thin fabric and a black ribbon.

    He glanced at her stockings. It seemed those were the only garments she didn’t need to change.

    “You don’t expect me to wear these, do you?” She stared at the fabric and ribbon, her heart sinking.

    “Correct. As a reward, I’ll even help you change. Of course, you have no right to refuse.”

    He closed the door behind him.

    “Please just send me to the dungeon! I don’t want to be a dog anymore! I want to be imprisoned!”

    Tears welled up in her eyes.

    Kailun, having locked the door, ignored her plea. He was busy with more pleasurable activities.

    [Ella’s favorability has decreased by 2 because you pinched her. Current favorability: -82.]

    Twenty minutes later, Kailun emerged from the room, a leash in his hand, his mood refreshed.

    Ella, her steps unsteady, followed behind him. She was now wearing the new cheongsam. Its hem was shorter, barely covering her buttocks, and the side slit reached almost to her navel.

    The black ribbon tied around her waist was particularly eye-catching. Every time she moved, Kailun wondered if it served any practical purpose.

    A perfectly round hole had been cut out above her left breast, offering a glimpse of her creamy skin and the deep valley between her breasts.

    He wasn’t sure what purpose this hole served, but he intended to investigate further.

    Her right breast, however, was completely exposed, the low-cut cheongsam accentuating her ample cleavage.

    It was a shame that a few red handprints marred the pristine whiteness. Otherwise, her beauty would have been even more breathtaking.

    If not for his goal of maximizing her favorability, he might have lost control.

    “I’m taking you to meet your niece. I expect you to introduce yourself properly, understand?”

    He reminded her as he led her away.

    “Yes, Master…”

    She shot him a resentful look. He was truly treating her like a pet.

    Perhaps the only difference between her and a dog was that she could still walk upright. This was his greatest act of mercy.

    She couldn’t understand why he hated her so much. Was it simply guilt by association because of Paul?

    Meanwhile, the negotiations between Lodis and Hilna had concluded.

    Under the threat of the antidote, Hilna had successfully forced the Divine Church to withdraw their forces three hundred miles from the Royal City and had seized a portion of Lodis’s military power.

    If not for the swapped poison and the lingering uncertainty about a potential trap, she would have inflicted even greater damage.

    “That damn woman! I’ll have her head one day!”

    Lodis, back at Orchid Castle, smashed everything in sight, his rage consuming him.

    “Patience, Your Highness. Now is not the time to act. The Divine Church is currently preoccupied with more pressing matters. Once this situation is resolved, I’ll request reinforcements.”

    Harry remained calm, his thoughts far more complex than Lodis’s.

    “Report! The Grand Duke’s son, Kailun, has sent an invitation!”

    Lodis and Harry exchanged puzzled glances as a subordinate presented a black invitation. They were curious about Kailun’s intentions at this critical juncture.

     

  • As a villain, I just want them to behave 52

    Chapter 52: Could Kailun Be Telling the Truth?

    Paul left, his spirit broken, his demeanor mirroring his father’s.

    But Kailun knew the rage burning within him. This was good. As long as he remained angry, he would continue to provide a steady stream of hatred.

    Anna’s “betrayal” had taught him a valuable lesson about manipulating people’s hearts.

    Before leaving, Paul had accepted the invitation, promising to attend.

    He probably assumed it was Kailun and Winnie’s wedding.

    He was mistaken.

    “Let’s go home. I’ve prepared a room for you. I hope you like it.” Kailun smiled, taking Winnie’s hand.

    Her face was still stained with tears, but he knew that wouldn’t last long.

    Ella, clad in her cheongsam, followed cautiously behind them. Kailun’s devilish image had solidified in her mind after witnessing his ruthlessness.

    She was determined to avoid provoking him. She never wanted to experience that bone-chilling fear again.

    They reached the villa, but instead of entering, Kailun led them towards the basement.

    “This used to be an abandoned storage room, but I decided to repurpose it as a dungeon. To enhance the ambiance, I even had it artificially aged to create a more authentic, damp, and gloomy atmosphere.”

    He lit a magic lamp at the entrance, illuminating the dimly lit space.

    It did indeed resemble a real dungeon.

    But why was he bringing them here?

    Ella’s heart sank. Her legs trembled, and if not for the wall supporting her, she might have collapsed.

    She glanced at Winnie, who was wiping away tears, seemingly oblivious to the impending danger.

    “Here we are. My new dungeon is finally being put to good use. Come on in. I prepared this room especially for you.”

    They reached the new dungeon, and Kailun enthusiastically led Winnie to a cell door.

    Winnie: “???”

    This wasn’t what she had expected. She looked at him with tear-filled eyes, confusion etched on her face.

    “Why are you looking at me like that? Doesn’t this look like a dungeon?”

    He opened the door and shoved her inside, locking it before she could react.

    She glared at him through the bars. “Why are you locking me up? Didn’t you do all this to make me your concubine?”

    “Nope. That was just a lie to lure you here. And you actually believed it. How amusing.”

    He chuckled and stuck his tongue out at her.

    He was simply fulfilling a desire from his past life. Winnie was now his “captive.”

    And it was perfectly normal to employ any means necessary to extract information from a captive, right?

    His sinister smile sent a shiver down her spine. She finally realized that he wouldn’t treat her with the same courtesy as her previous suitors.

    “You’ll regret this! Kidnapping a noble is punishable by dismemberment! Even the Grand Duke’s son can’t escape the law! I suggest you release me immediately. Otherwise, my father will report this to the king, and you’ll be finished!”

    She rattled the bars angrily. Her magic suppressed, she was powerless to resist.

    “Miss Winnie, it seems you’re unfamiliar with the current situation. I’ve even kidnapped a princess. What makes you think a mere viscount’s daughter is safe?”

    He slipped his hand through the bars and pinched her cheek.

    “Don’t touch me!”

    She swatted his hand away. “How dare you speak of kidnapping a princess! You’re a traitor! Who do you think you are?”

    Ella’s eyes widened at Winnie’s boldness. It was strangely satisfying to see someone scolding Kailun like that.

    Should she try it too?

    She quickly dismissed the dangerous thought. She wanted to live. There was nothing more important than survival.

    She pinned her hopes on Winnie, silently urging her to be even more defiant.

    “You’re asking who I am?” Kailun chuckled, amused by her defiance. “Stabbing you to death would be too merciful. You’ll experience firsthand what it’s like to fall into enemy hands. Your parents are under my control. Where do you get your courage?”

    Winnie’s defiance crumbled at his blatant threat.

    Unable to voice her anger, she resorted to cursing him in her mind.

    Kailun eyed the whip hanging on the wall. “If not for the need to play games with Princess Hilna, I would teach you a lesson right now. But there’s plenty of time tonight. Just you wait.”

    “Hmph!”

    Winnie scoffed, dismissing his words as empty threats.

    “By the way, Ella, would you like to choose a suite here? I’ll reserve a luxurious one for you.”

    He turned to Ella, who had discreetly given Winnie a thumbs-up.

    “No, thank you. I have a place to stay. Please don’t worry about me, Master.” She shook her head obediently.

    Despite her alluring appearance, she was as docile as a puppy in front of him, concealing any discontent she might feel.

    However, her obedience didn’t satisfy him. “Have you forgotten your duties?”

    She stared at him for a moment, then tentatively whimpered, “Woof?”

    “Good girl. I’ll take you out now.”

    He patted her head and led her away, ignoring Winnie’s shocked expression.

    “That guy is definitely a pervert!” Winnie exclaimed after they left.

    “Don’t say that. He might hear you and come back to punish you.”

    A girl’s voice came from the next room.

    Winnie followed the sound and spotted a one-square-meter transparent glass panel embedded in the wall. Through the thick glass, she could clearly see the room next door.

    “Why is your cell so luxurious?”

    She stared in disbelief.

    A young girl with red hair was sitting at a large wooden table, reading a book. Bright, warm lights illuminated the room.

    A plush three-meter bed, a wardrobe filled with beautiful clothes, a fully equipped vanity, a spacious bathtub in the corner, and a private bathroom…

    The luxurious decor was several times more lavish than her own bedroom. And her cell?

    A rickety wooden bed, a moldy table and chair, a filthy blanket, not even a pillow.

    Water dripped from the ceiling, the floor was covered in mud, and the dim lights flickered. If not for the light spilling from the next room, she wouldn’t even be able to see properly.

    And the most horrifying sight of all was the toilet next to her bed.

    Or rather, it was a makeshift outhouse constructed from two wooden planks.

    While it was currently empty, she could already imagine the stench.

    She might have been able to console herself if this were a real prison. But the sight of the luxurious room next door filled her with envy.

    This wasn’t imprisonment!

    This was a spa!

    “That disgusting bastard! He even preys on little girls! Disgusting! Disgusting!”

    She muttered angrily.

    “Firstly, I’m not a little girl!” Vivian protested, setting down her book. “It’s embarrassing to admit this, but I’m the princess he mentioned. My name is Vivian.”

    Winnie: “!!!”

    The devil had been telling the truth! He had actually kidnapped the princess!

    A cold sweat broke out on her skin.

    Was she really going to be “punished” tonight?

  • As a villain, I just want them to behave 51

    Chapter 51: The Black Invitation that Marks an End

    “Winnie, you can’t go with him! He’s a devil! He’ll only hurt you!” Paul pleaded, despair etched on his face. He was powerless to stop her.

    “I’m sorry, Paul. I have no choice.” Winnie wiped away her tears and turned away.

    She grasped the carriage door, ready to leave.

    “Thud!”

    Paul, abandoning his pride, fell to his knees. He had to stop her.

    She was not only the girl he loved but also his last hope.

    If he lost her, he would lose any chance of rising above his circumstances.

    “Winnie, if you leave, I’ll kneel here until I die.” He looked at her with pleading eyes, the sincerity of his emotions unclear.

    But Winnie believed him. His desperate plea pierced her heart.

    “Paul, why are you doing this to yourself?” She clutched her head, torn between her feelings and her obligations.

    Roden, standing between them, remained impassive, a silent sentinel, faithfully carrying out Kailun’s orders.

    “Winnie, come back! Everything will be alright! I’ve found a way to become stronger! I’ve even met some powerful people! Just give me time, and I’ll reach the top!”

    Paul pounded on the ground, his fists bloody.

    “I’m sorry, Paul. I truly have no choice. I can’t disobey my family.”

    She retrieved a bag of gold coins from the carriage and placed it on the ground before him. “Here’s one thousand gold coins. I hope it helps.”

    With those parting words, she stepped into the carriage and closed the curtains.

    Roden mounted his horse and followed behind, bringing up the rear.

    “Winnie! I can’t live without you!” Paul scrambled to his feet and cried out.

    He took two steps after the carriage and then turned back to retrieve the bag of gold coins. He activated Windwalk and chased after them.

    “Winnie! How can I live without you!”

    As if to taunt him, the carriage slowed down whenever he fell behind, only to accelerate again when he got within twenty meters.

    He finally reached the manor gates, exhausted and breathless.

    “Kailun? Auntie?”

    He spotted not only Kailun but also his aunt, her waist encircled by Kailun’s arm.

    “My friend, long time no see. Did you work hard today?”

    Kailun greeted him cheerfully, his free hand waving.

    “You bastard! What have you done to Winnie?!”

    Paul glared at him, a flicker of envy in his eyes as he noticed Kailun’s hand on his aunt’s waist. “You’re deceitful, cunning, and despicable! What won’t you do? You’re a devil! You deserve to die!”

    Kailun chuckled, pleased by his outburst. “Thank you for the compliment. But you still don’t know me well enough. I’ll have you know that I not only break people’s limbs and steal their childhood sweethearts, but I also eliminate their loved ones right before their eyes. Don’t I deserve even higher praise?”

    Paul’s eyes widened in realization, and he stumbled back, sensing the danger.

    Kailun’s gaze was filled with malicious intent. This was exactly what he planned to do!

    “Please don’t hurt Paul! I’ll do anything you ask! I have nothing to do with him anymore!”

    Winnie, who had been hiding inside the carriage, couldn’t bear to watch. She jumped out and pleaded with Kailun.

    “But he just insulted me. As a fellow noble, you should know the punishment for a commoner insulting a noble, right?” Kailun narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on Winnie.

    He loathed this foolish woman.

    In his past life, she had stayed behind to cover Paul’s escape, leading to his failed ambush. He had paid a heavy price, only to gain her life in return.

    He regretted killing her with a single sword thrust. It had been too merciful.

    Thankfully, Paul hadn’t even touched her hand before she died, which had brought him some comfort.

    He didn’t care about winning her heart. As long as Paul knew he had claimed her body, it would be enough.

    He enjoyed making these bad women cry. And Winnie, who still loved Paul, was the perfect target.

    He loved being the villain!

    He longed to hear her cries of sorrow and despair.

    Wouldn’t it be delightful to torment her, reminding her of her feelings for Paul, and then forcing her to call him “Master”?

    [Your mindset has shifted once more. You have become even more twisted. New title acquired: Intermediate Villain.]

    [Intermediate Villain: Enhances the effects of your talents, increasing not only your own pleasure but also the pleasure of those around you. Mental Pollution intensified. Corruption rate increased.]

    [New talent acquired: Destiny’s String-Puller.]

    [Destiny’s String-Puller: Allows favorability towards you to exceed the normal limits for certain individuals who are crucial to the world’s fate. Currently applicable to: Carol (Final Boss), Paul (Fate’s Protagonist), Fox Spirit (Fate’s Thief).]

    [Warning: Killing key individuals will significantly alter fate lines. Choose wisely. Excessive favorability, while granting greater power, is inherently a perverse phenomenon.]

    Kailun glanced at the system notifications. He was stronger now, and the leeks had grown taller. Good news all around.

    Paul truly was favored by fate. Even in his current predicament, he still had a chance to survive.

    As for the Fox Spirit, that was the foolish fox he had encountered earlier. She remained as enigmatic as ever.

    “Paul, apologize to Kailun! He’ll kill you!”

    Winnie was pleading with Paul.

    “Winnie, I… I can’t.”

    “Hah, you can’t even apologize now?” Kailun released Ella and walked over to Winnie, wrapping his arm around her waist. “You seemed quite eager to kneel before those old nobles last night. Why are you so reluctant to apologize to me?”

    Winnie’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Paul, is that true?”

    Her image of him crumbled.

    It wasn’t just that he had been sold to a brothel because he couldn’t repay his debts. He had changed.

    “It’s not like that, Winnie! Don’t listen to him! I didn’t do anything!” Paul roared.

    “Oh, and have you noticed the black marks on his neck? Those are signs of the poison. I heard all those nobles who enjoyed themselves at the banquet are infected.”

    Kailun tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at the faint marks on Paul’s neck.

    [Paul is disgusted by your revelation and plans to kidnap and torture you. Current favorability -3. Total favorability: -95.]

    Paul covered his neck, his gaze shifting nervously. He couldn’t deny it any longer.

    To add fuel to the fire, Kailun gently lifted Winnie’s chin, forcing her to look at him.

    “If you kiss me passionately in front of Paul, I’ll forgive his disrespect. Otherwise, I’ll break his legs. All three of them.”

    “…I understand…”

    She fought back tears and slowly leaned towards him.

    “No! I’m sorry! I was wrong! Winnie, please don’t do this! I’ll apologize!”

    Paul’s resolve finally shattered as their lips met.

    [Paul wants to kill you. Favorability -4. Total favorability: -99.]

    “Oh, and my wedding is the day after tomorrow. I expect you to attend.”

    He released her after a long kiss, wiping his lips as he retrieved a black invitation from his pocket.

    It was a wedding invitation, yet it was black. The names of the invitees were written in crimson ink, creating a gruesome illusion of blood splattered across the paper.

    The names on the first line were all too familiar: Hilna, Lodis, Harry, Vivian, Phils, Ella, Winnie, Anderson, Loston, Shirley, Kostja… and, at the very end, Paul.

  • As a villain, I just want them to behave 50

    Chapter 50: We’re Not Compatible

    “He brought back a thousand people?” Hilna’s voice rose in alarm.

    “Yes, but they seem to be a merchant caravan. They entered the city with a large shipment of goods.”

    “It can’t be that simple. A thousand people? They must be Kailun’s elite forces. But a thousand men won’t change anything. This is good news.”

    She glanced at the sun outside. “Assemble the Royal Knights immediately. We’re surrounding Orchid Castle.”

    “Right away!” Shirley rushed out, worried about the princess’s decision. Was attacking Kailun truly the right move?

    However, Hilna’s mental state was clearly deteriorating. She hadn’t slept properly in three days and had reportedly stayed up all night.

    At this rate, she might collapse before even claiming the throne.

    And Kailun was the cause of her suffering. He had been playing her like a fiddle.

    Shirley longed to crush his manor with her troops.

    “Ow! Ow! Ow!”

    It was noon. Lodis, the Second Prince, who had dismissed his guests hours ago, suddenly clutched his head and rolled off the bed.

    The blue-robed Archbishop, Harry, lying beside him, frowned, his face contorted with pain. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead.

    Thankfully, he was far stronger than Lodis and could suppress the pain.

    After neutralizing the poison within him, he cast a spell on Lodis to dull his senses, silencing his screams.

    “We’ve been tricked.” Harry’s face was grim.

    “Who did this? I’ll kill them!”

    Lodis, drenched in sweat, struggled to his feet and slumped onto a chair, his face contorted with rage.

    “Report! Princess Hilna is approaching with ten thousand Royal Knights! They’ve surrounded the castle!”

    A subordinate reported from outside the bedroom.

    “I knew it! That damn woman!” Lodis punched a nearby cabinet, shattering it.

    “Assemble the Royal Guard! I don’t believe she’ll dare to attack!”

    He hastily dressed and stumbled out of the room.

    Harry hesitated. In the past, he would have joined Lodis in confronting Hilna, but not now.

    He had received orders to remain calm. Due to unforeseen circumstances, the Xiya Kingdom had attracted unwanted attention. The Divine Church would send someone to handle the situation.

    According to his information, the Saint and the Saintess would arrive in three days to take over his duties.

    “It’s a shame. That boy from last night was quite delightful. I wonder if he would have joined the Divine Church.”

    He recalled Paul with a wistful expression. Both using him and being used by him had been exquisite.

    “Aaaargh!”

    Meanwhile, Paul, who had been sold to a brothel, screamed as the poison coursed through his veins.

    He was incredibly unlucky. He hadn’t even touched those women, but he had been indirectly poisoned, and the severity was increasing.

    “Shut up! Are you crazy?!”

    The obese woman on top of him slapped him angrily. “Do you know how much I paid for you? If not for your pretty face, I would have broken your bones already!”

    “Heh…”

    Paul chuckled bitterly, enduring the pain and humiliation. His mindset had undergone a drastic transformation.

    “Knock, knock, knock!”

    Someone knocked on the door, interrupting their activities. The old madam’s voice called out, “Paul, you’re free to go. Someone has come to redeem you.”

    Her words were like a lifeline. He shoved the woman off him and, as she stared at him in shock, kicked her, knocking her unconscious.

    “Die, you fat pig!”

    He cursed her and then, ignoring the pain in his backside, stumbled out of the room.

    “Madam, do you know who redeemed me?” He asked urgently.

    He carefully closed the door, hiding the unconscious woman from view.

    “A young and beautiful noble lady. If you hurry, you might still catch her.”

    The madam pointed him in the right direction, her face beaming with joy.

    She had bought Paul back at a high price this morning and had just sold him for triple the amount. What a profit!

    “Winnie?”

    Based on the madam’s description, he instantly thought of his childhood friend, Winnie.

    But instead of joy, he felt a surge of shame and anger.

    To be redeemed from a brothel by the girl he loved…

    “Damn it, Kailun! I’ll kill you!”

    He bit his tongue and ran in the direction the madam had indicated, imagining Winnie’s disappointment.

    “Wait! Your father is still in the next room! No one has redeemed him yet! Remember to earn more money and redeem him soon!”

    The madam’s words made him stumble.

    He chose his childhood friend over his useless father and continued running, the pain in his backside forgotten.

    “Winnie! Where are you going?”

    He turned a corner and spotted her.

    She was as beautiful as ever, one of the Five Great Beauties of the Royal City, the dream girl of countless young men.

    She was about to enter a carriage. A luxurious carriage that looked familiar. Kailun’s carriage.

    Paul: “…”

    A wave of dread washed over him. Had that devil Kailun taken even Winnie from him?

    “Paul?” She turned to face him, her eyes filled with sadness.

    “Winnie, where are you going? Don’t do anything rash!”

    He rushed towards her, reaching for her wrist, but Roden blocked his path, his gaze cold and menacing. “Sir, please stay away from my master’s new concubine. One step closer, and I’ll take your head.”

    Paul froze, trapped by Roden’s killing intent. He clenched his fists, cursing his own weakness.

    “Paul, don’t do anything foolish. We’re not compatible. If I don’t choose him, my family will…”

    She shook her head, tears streaming down her face.

    Paul felt like his world was collapsing.


     

    Winnie:

  • As a villain, I just want them to behave 49

    Chapter 49: The Pet Fox Who Tangles Fate

    “Bang!”

    “Seal the city! Don’t let them escape!”

    Hilna slammed her hand on the table and jumped to her feet. If Kailun escaped, she would lose her best leverage against the Grand Duke.

    “Yes, Your Highness!” Shirley rushed out to carry out her orders.

    Hilna stared at Shirley’s retreating figure, her mind racing. “What went wrong? Why did he suddenly run away? Did he receive news of Duke Stamp’s reinforcements?”

    She clutched her head in frustration, her beautiful hair falling into disarray.

    She was on the verge of a breakdown before even becoming Queen. She couldn’t imagine what life would be like after ascending the throne.

    Ten minutes later, Shirley returned with bad news. “Your Highness, it’s too late! Kailun has already escaped the city! Our knights couldn’t catch up!”

    “…”

    “I understand. You’re dismissed.” Hilna’s voice was low and defeated.

    “But Your Highness…” Shirley tried to protest.

    Hilna’s voice turned cold. “I said you’re dismissed. I’ll handle Kailun.”

    “Yes, Your Highness…”

    Apart from Roden, Kailun had only brought a dozen attendants with him.

    He wasn’t worried about Hilna attacking his manor while he was away. Its defenses could hold for at least half a day, giving him enough time to return with reinforcements.

    While a few thousand knights might seem insignificant, it was a considerable force for the Xiya Kingdom, whose main army was stationed at the border.

    They rode towards the Lier River without stopping, reaching their destination within half an hour.

    A large caravan of over a thousand people awaited them. Kailun instantly recognized it as the vanguard of the Silver Moon Knights.

    Although they were all cloaked in black, their slender figures couldn’t conceal their true identities from him.

    At the front of the “caravan,” he spotted the silver-haired figure he had missed so dearly.

    Afra. Her beautiful silver hair, golden eyes, and stunning features, tinged with a hint of heroism, captivated him.

    She wasn’t wearing a robe. Instead, she was clad in a white military uniform, her armor accentuating her curves. Every time he looked at her slender waist, he wondered if he could snap it with a single squeeze.

    Afra’s beauty was radiant and unforgettable. She held a special place in his heart.

    Their eyes met. Hers were calm, like an older sister looking at her younger brother.

    His were filled with longing and possessiveness. He wanted to capture this light, to hold it close.

    He also noticed the fox-eared woman standing before Afra. She was crouching by the riverbank, her slender fingers playing with the water, seemingly bored.

    If he hadn’t known of her existence, he might not have even noticed her.

    Sensing his gaze, she stood up, dusting off her hands, and looked at him curiously, her white fox ears twitching playfully.

    He instinctively looked down, hoping to catch a glimpse of her tail, but he saw nothing.

    “Young Master, she’s dangerous.”

    Roden, who had been silent until now, finally spoke, his voice laced with caution. He could sense the immense pressure emanating from the fox-eared woman.

    “It’s fine. She won’t attack us now.”

    Kailun stepped out of the carriage and walked towards them, meeting their gazes.

    “Strange eyes, strange scent, strange fate lines… If there were such a thing as a Creator, I would think you were a cosmic joke. You seem to know me?”

    The fox-eared woman spoke first, her smile both alluring and unsettling, a completely different flavor from Ella’s.

    Her red robe concealed her figure. Only by removing that veil of mystery would one discover the true extent of her… assets.

    “Not really. I’ve simply read about you in some scrolls and formed some theories.”

    Kailun shook his head and moved closer to Afra. The fox woman’s gaze was becoming increasingly predatory.

    “You’re so interesting. The fate magic I practice compels me to approach you, to understand you, to dissect you, and then to reshape you. I see countless fate lines converging upon you. It seems the world’s changes are all centered around you. No wonder the person I’ve been waiting for hasn’t appeared. You snatched him away, didn’t you?”

    Her pink, slitted pupils were fixed on him, her fox ears twitching excitedly, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

    Kailun had reached Afra’s side. “What are you talking about? I don’t understand a word you’re saying.”

    “Don’t worry, I won’t kill you. Or rather, I can’t kill you. Just looking at those terrifying fate lines makes my head spin. I can’t afford that kind of backlash. But seeing your rebellious spirit, how about joining our side? I’ll personally welcome you.”

    She winked at him suggestively.

    Kailun: “…”

    If not for the power she radiated, he might have flirted back.

    Just you wait. Once he was strong enough, he would turn this foolish fox into his pet.

    He already had a dog. What was one more pet?

    Seeing her in person confirmed his suspicions. The world was changing, and the Xiya Kingdom was about to become the center of the storm.

    But there was still time. He set a small goal: conquer the Xiya Kingdom within three days and turn both princesses into his personal playthings.

    “It’s getting late. I’ve been waiting for three days. I need to rest. Hopefully, next time we meet, you’ll be a corpse. Then I can finally study you properly. Farewell, my little puppet. Hehehe…”

    With a creepy giggle, she vanished into thin air. No one saw how she did it.

    “She’s dangerous. I’m no match for her.” Afra finally spoke, her voice as cold as ever.

    “It’s fine. She’s just a lost pet.”

    He embraced Afra, his head resting on her chest.

    It was a shame she was wearing armor. Otherwise, he could have enjoyed her softness more fully.

    He closed his eyes, inhaling her scent, his restless heart calming down.

    “Afra, will you stay by my side from now on?”

    He whispered after a long silence.

    “Yes.”

    A rare smile softened her cold features as she looked at the matured Kailun.

    “Let’s be like we were when we were kids. Eat together, bathe together, sleep together. Okay?”

    “Hmm~”

    She pondered for a moment, recalling their childhood memories, and then nodded softly.

    He smiled, a sense of satisfaction washing over him.

    This time, he wouldn’t hesitate. Even if it meant resorting to underhanded tactics, he would claim her, body and soul.

    He preferred action over regret. He wanted to tell her, loud and clear, that he wanted to watch the sunrise with her.

    Besides, her favorability towards him was already incredibly high.

    [Afra’s favorability towards you has increased by 1 due to your intimate behavior. Current favorability: 90.]

    Around noon, Hilna, who had just taken a calming potion and was preparing to make her move against Lodis, was startled by Shirley’s panicked voice.

    “Your Highness! Your Highness! Good news! Oh, no, bad news!”

    Hilna clutched her chest, struggling to catch her breath.

    “What’s the good news?”

    “Kailun is back!”

    “And the bad news?”

    “He brought a thousand people with him!”

    “???”

     


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  • As a villain, I just want them to behave 48

    Chapter 48: Kailun Touches the Future

    [Paul, realizing he’s been played, is enraged and retreats into himself. Favorability -2. Current favorability: -92.]

    Paul and Jones’s cries of pain reached them from across the street.

    “You were targeting Paul all along, weren’t you?”

    Anna, her emotions now under control, asked, tugging on his sleeve.

    “You already know the answer, don’t you? If you want to hate me, I suggest you hate me with all your heart.”

    “Yes, I do hate you. I want to kill you.” She averted her gaze, unable to meet his eyes.

    “You can’t kill me. I gave you the chance last night, but your legs couldn’t crush me. Instead, you kept crying out, ‘I’m dying, I’m dying.’ I wonder if you truly meant it.”

    He cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him.

    Her sapphire eyes were clear and bright, sparkling in the sunlight.

    She blushed as he teased her about their previous night’s activities. She closed her eyes and mumbled, “I didn’t.”

    “Whether you did or not is irrelevant. When we’re in public, you’ll address me as ‘Master.’ At home, you can call me ‘Godfather’ or ‘Daddy.’”

    He pinched her cheek playfully and glanced back at Paul’s house. Someone was handing a bag of gold coins to Roden.

    Confirming that Paul could no longer provide any favorability points, he led Anna towards the carriage. “Let’s go home. We have to welcome our esteemed commander.”

    Before stepping into the carriage, Anna glanced back at Paul’s house. Then, biting her lip, she resolutely followed Kailun.

    As they left the street, Kailun spotted Loston lurking at a corner.

    Poor Paul. His misfortunes were far from over.

    Meanwhile, Hilna, after delegating the task of confiscating the Vickroy family’s assets to Kostja, examined the antidote. She confirmed that it was effective against the poison afflicting the women from the Loya Ballroom.

    However, she needed to keep a portion of the antidote to blackmail Lodis and the others. This angered the madam, who was running low on doses.

    She vehemently protested Hilna’s betrayal, demanding compensation. After a series of negotiations, she agreed to give Hilna more time.

    As the madam left with fifteen doses of the antidote, Shirley asked, “Your Highness, why were you so polite to her? She’s just a brothel madam.”

    Hilna massaged her temples, her head pounding. “She may be a madam, but she’s from the Loya Ballroom. You may not know this, but the Loya Ballroom is a global organization. They’re not just a brothel; they’re also a highly effective intelligence network. And they’ve announced that someone important is coming to the Xiya Kingdom. Do you really think this is the time to antagonize them?”

    Countless pieces of information swirled in her mind, threatening to overwhelm her.

    Not only was the Loya Ballroom making moves, but she had also received reports of activity from the Divine Church.

    And the Grand Duke, stationed at the border, seemed to be mobilizing his troops in secret. He had consolidated his businesses yesterday and was stockpiling grain. All signs pointed to an impending war.

    Thankfully, his base was far from the Royal City. Even if he wanted to act, it would take him at least three days, giving her time to prepare.

    Shirley, noticing the dark circles under Hilna’s eyes, offered a weak, “You’re working too hard, Your Highness.”

    “It’s worth it, as long as I can eliminate Kailun.”

    She took a sip of tea. “Once Lodis and the others succumb to the poison, we’ll use the antidote to blackmail them. If we can force them to surrender control of the Royal Guard and have the Divine Church retreat a hundred miles, we’ll have won half the battle.”

    Despite her confident words, the thought of Kailun filled her with unease.

    She massaged her temples again. The headache was slowing her thoughts, making it difficult to think clearly.

    Apart from Duke Stamp’s reinforcements, she had revealed all her cards. How many tricks did Kailun have up his sleeve?

    Had he been planning this all along?

    She hugged herself, a shiver running down her spine.

    “Shirley, do you think it would have been better if we had offered Kailun an olive branch from the start?”

    Shirley: “Huh?”

    [Hilna’s fear, anger, and regret have further decreased her favorability towards you. Current favorability: -50.]

    Kailun received the notification upon returning home. However, he was more concerned about another matter.

    “Roden, are you sure Afra encountered a woman in a red robe, wielding a white staff, wearing a white flower crown, and sporting fox ears?”

    He looked at Roden with a grave expression. The biggest deviation from his past life had finally occurred.

    “Yes, Young Master. According to Commander Afra’s description, that’s exactly what she encountered. And she said the woman’s strength was terrifying. Even she was no match for her.”

    Roden read from the magic letter, relaying Afra’s message.

    “Do you know who she is, Young Master?” He asked, noticing Kailun’s frown.

    “Yes, I know her. Quite well, in fact. That woman is someone I’m very familiar with.”

    Kailun massaged his temples. “Roden, you’re familiar with the Abyss, right?”

    “I’ve read about them in some forbidden scrolls. They’re an evil race that was banished to the Abyss many years ago.”

    “That’s not entirely inaccurate. They were indeed banished. According to the normal course of events, the Abyss faction will launch a probing attack against the human realm in a month. The Divine Church will be the main representative of the human side. Afra encountered a core member of the Abyss. But why is she here at this time?”

    The thought of the fox-eared woman filled him with unease. He really didn’t want to see her again.

    Although their time together in his past life had been brief, she had left a lasting impression. She was terrifying, ten times worse than Vivian!

    If Vivian had merely introduced him to the world of pleasure, this woman had been his mentor, her knowledge far exceeding Vivian’s.

    She had been a virgin herself, yet she had constantly mocked his inexperience. She was practically his dark past.

    “Roden, where did Afra encounter that foolish woman? Did she exhibit any unusual behavior?”

    Desperate for answers, he looked at Roden again, hoping for more information.

    Roden, without questioning the source of his knowledge, consulted the magic letter. “By the Lier River, about thirty miles from here. She was staring at the river, as if waiting for someone.”

    “The Lier River?!”

    Kailun instantly thought of Carol. She had drowned herself in the Lier River in his past life.

    Could this be how she had joined the Abyss faction?

    But it had been three days. Why was that woman still waiting there? Could it be that the Abyss faction finding Carol wasn’t a coincidence?

    He felt like he was finally grasping the truth of this world.

    “Roden, prepare the carriage immediately! We’re leaving the city!”

    “As you command!”

    “Princess Hilna! We have a problem! Kailun has left the city! It looks like he’s running away!”

    Shirley’s panicked voice woke Hilna from her nap.

    Hilna: “???”

    If she let him escape now, wouldn’t that make her look foolish?

  • As a villain, I just want them to behave 47

    Chapter 47: Praying for Paul’s Childhood Friend

    “What are you doing?!” Paul roared, mustering his remaining strength upon hearing that his sister was being sold.

    “Oh, Paul, you’re back from the Second Prince’s org*?” Kailun greeted him with a cheerful wave.

    Paul’s father, Jones, looked at him with. “The Second Prince’s orgy?”

    “Indeed. I saw Paul being entertained by three or four burly men.” Kailun nodded, offering a helpful description. “I was too far away to see clearly, but he sounded quite happy.”

    Hearing that Paul had been on the receiving end, Jones’s face darkened. His son had brought shame upon him.

    Anna looked at her brother with disgust. Was this the same Paul she knew?

    Then, a thought struck her, and she tugged on Kailun’s sleeve anxiously. “You didn’t touch any of those women, did you?”

    “Of course not. I’m not Paul. I wouldn’t even look at those women.”

    “What do you mean, Kailun? You could have saved me! Why didn’t you? And what’s this about buying my sister?” Paul exploded, his mind reeling from their conversation.

    Kailun addressed his first question. “Weren’t you enjoying yourself, Paul? Why didn’t you leave earlier?”

    Paul: “…”

    He hadn’t wanted to stay!

    He hadn’t been able to leave!

    Kailun then answered his second question. “As for buying your sister, that’s none of your business. After a discussion with Uncle Jones, he has agreed to sever his parental ties with Anna and allow her to become my goddaughter.”

    The “goddaughter” part was a spur-of-the-moment decision. He thought it would add a bit of spice to the situation.

    “Why? Why would you do this?” Paul roared at Jones.

    He wasn’t truly upset about his sister being sold. He was upset that it was Kailun who was buying her.

    Paul wasn’t a complete fool. After processing the events of the past few days, he realized that Kailun was deliberately targeting him.

    He blamed everything on Kailun. If not for him…

    [Paul’s hatred towards you has reached its peak. Favorability -2. Total favorability: -90.]

    “I have no choice! I owe a lot of money! If I don’t pay it back, they’ll enslave us all tomorrow! You, me, even your sister! I have no choice! I don’t want to be a slave! I don’t want…”

    Jones broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.

    He had been gambling as usual the previous night, but his luck had been incredible. He had won and won, eventually accumulating one hundred gold coins.

    Blinded by his good fortune, he had raised the stakes, his winning streak continuing. However, after reaching two hundred gold coins, his luck had turned, and he began losing more than he won.

    He had soon lost everything. Usually, he would have simply gone home and borrowed some money from the manager of the clothing store the next day to buy more alcohol.

    But someone had offered him a loan of one thousand gold coins, urging him to continue gambling. Jones, his judgment clouded, had readily accepted, signing a contract and squandering the money recklessly.

    Reality, however, was a cruel mistress. Within minutes, he had lost everything in two reckless bets.

    Paul, hearing his father’s sobs, glared at Kailun. His instincts told him this was all part of Kailun’s plan to buy his sister.

    “Tell me honestly, how much do you owe?” He asked Jones anxiously, clutching his sore backside.

    “One thousand… one thousand gold coins.”

    Paul almost fainted at the staggering amount.

    Suppressing his anger, he asked, “Don’t worry, Auntie has plenty of money. We can ask her for help. She’ll surely help us.”

    “It’s no use. I went to see her this morning. That heartless woman said she’s cutting ties with us. She doesn’t want anything to do with us anymore.”

    Jones shook his head, his gaze fixed on Anna. His daughter was his only hope.

    He knew she wasn’t worth one thousand gold coins, but the buyer was a wealthy fool.

    “Thud!”

    Paul collapsed onto the ground, his strength draining away.

    “Hiss!”

    The pain in his backside shot through him.

    If they couldn’t repay the debt, they would become slaves. Their wealthy aunt had abandoned them. Should he seek help from the Second Prince and the Archbishop?

    It was probably futile. They wouldn’t pay such a sum for a one-night stand. He wasn’t worth that much yet.

    So, their only hope was Anna?

    Both he and Jones looked at her pleadingly.

    Their unfamiliar gazes brought tears to her eyes. She suddenly felt that her brother and father were even worse than Kailun.

    Sensing the opportunity, Kailun placed the prepared contract on the table. “Uncle Jones, if you’re ready, let’s sign the contract. I’m sure this one thousand gold coins will solve your current predicament.”

    Jones nodded and picked up the pen, his hand trembling as he prepared to sign his name. “I’m sorry, Anna. I’ve failed you and your mother. But I have no choice. I have nothing left but you.”

    His mention of her mother only intensified her anger.

    “No! Father, you can’t sign that!”

    Paul’s shout stopped Jones just as he was about to write his name.

    Kailun had assumed Paul was trying to save his sister, but he was shocked to hear him say, “One thousand gold coins is an insult! My sister is beautiful, kind, and talented! One thousand is not enough!”

    Even now, Paul hadn’t forgotten the hundred gold coins he owed Loston.

    Kailun: “…”

    He finally understood why Anna and Paul had parted ways in his past life. If he were Anna, he would have strangled this infuriating brother at birth.

    Anna couldn’t hold back any longer. Tears streamed down her face as she buried her head in Kailun’s chest, sobbing softly.

    He should have continued his torment, pushing her favorability lower, but the increasing wetness on his chest softened his resolve.

    “Sigh…”

    He sighed, his hand resting on her beautiful blue hair.

    [Anna’s empty heart has found solace. Her favorability towards you has increased significantly. Current favorability: 30.]

    It seemed his future opportunities to bully her would be limited to the bedroom.

    “Name your price. How much do you think your sister is worth?”

    He looked up at Paul, a smile playing on his lips.

    He saw the disgust in Paul’s eyes. Clearly, he saw Anna as a traitor.

    Paul clutched his backside and stood up. “One thousand five hundred… no! Two thousand gold coins!”

    “Alright, I’ll grant your wish.”

    Kailun changed the amount on the contract to two thousand.

    Paul instantly regretted not asking for more.

    “Now sign it. I don’t want to stay here any longer.” Kailun tossed the contract at Jones’s face.

    Instead of being offended, Jones eagerly signed his name.

    He then handed the contract back to Kailun with a subservient smile. “Young Master Kailun, you’re always welcome to visit us.”

    “Roden, give him the money.” Kailun took the contract and led Anna out of the house.

    Roden tossed a bag of high-denomination gold coins at Jones’s face.

    “Clink, clink!”

    The sound of coins hitting the floor followed them as they left, along with Jones’s joyful cries.

    Once they were out of earshot, Kailun instructed Roden, “Send the debt collectors. One thousand gold coins principal, one thousand gold coins interest. Quite reasonable, don’t you think? Oh, and break their hands while you’re at it.”

    “As you command.”

    Kailun and Anna watched from across the street as a group of thugs stormed into Paul’s house, smashing and looting everything in sight.

    This was his first failed plan. He had missed several opportunities to push Paul’s favorability to -95.

    However, trading Paul’s favorability for Anna’s wasn’t a bad deal. She was indeed beautiful, kind, and talented, just as Paul had described.

    Of course, he wouldn’t give up on the remaining favorability points. His next target would be Paul’s childhood friend, Winnie.

  • As a villain, I just want them to behave 46

    Chapter 46: You Might Just Make a Fortune

    Some tossed and turned in their beds, some toiled tirelessly by the window, and some, under the influence of blue pills, painted the walls with their excrement.

    As the first rays of sunlight pierced through the windows, the world was bathed in a white glow.

    Kailun, freshly showered and clad in a bathrobe, sipped a cup of warm milk brought to him by Carol.

    He paused by the window, gazing at the sleeping Anna. She was exhausted. It would be a few hours before he could take her to meet her parents.

    He left the room and summoned a maid, instructing her to release Shirley from the dungeon.

    The poison would take effect around noon, so he had to let her go before then.

    The Silver Moon Knights were expected to arrive at a hidden village five miles from the Royal City around noon as well. They would be able to reach the city quickly in case of conflict.

    They had a two-day advantage over Duke Stamp’s reinforcements.

    After taking care of Shirley, Kailun went to check on Vivian. The little princess was still unconscious from her hangover. No amount of shaking could rouse her.

    He sighed and marked a few tallies on her inner thigh before leaving.

    Ten minutes later, Shirley stood outside the manor gates.

    She clutched the antidote, her gaze fixed on the imposing structure behind her. Even now, she couldn’t decipher Kailun’s motives.

    However, she knew she wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. She would report everything to Hilna, warning her about the dangerous young man.

    She took one last glance at the manor, her eyes lingering on the distant villa, and then ran towards the palace without looking back.

    Her black robe billowed behind her, making her resemble a sleek panther.

    “Princess Hilna!”

    She encountered Hilna, leading the Royal Knights, on her way back to the palace.

    She quickly estimated the size of the force. There were at least ten thousand soldiers, enough to conquer a medium-sized city.

    “Shirley? What are you doing here?”

    Hilna halted her troops and dismounted, her eyes filled with questions.

    “Your Highness, my mission failed from the start. It’s all that damn Kailun’s fault!”

    Hilna’s frown deepened at the mention of his name. She pulled Shirley aside. “Tell me everything that happened yesterday.”

    Shirley recounted the events in detail, leaving nothing out.

    Hilna’s blood ran cold as she listened.

    No wonder her plans had failed, no wonder she was always one step behind. Had she been played by Kailun all along?

    Anger, frustration, and regret surged through her, coalescing into a burning hatred for Kailun.

    She would make him pay!

    “Princess Hilna, are you still planning to attack Kailun’s manor?” Shirley asked cautiously, noticing her grim expression.

    “Emotionally, I want to crush him right now. But reason dictates otherwise.”

    Hilna glared towards the east. “If he were still the incompetent fool everyone believed him to be, I would have attacked his manor and taken him hostage to control the Grand Duke. But he dared to release you and reveal all this to me. That means he’s prepared. What do you think our chances of success are?”

    Shirley pictured Kailun’s sly smile, the countless defensive arrays surrounding his manor, and the unfathomable old butler. She offered a cautious assessment. “I’d say it’s a fifty-fifty chance. No matter how clever he is, he can’t possibly outsmart you, Your Highness.”

    “Shirley, the brilliant princess you see before you has been played by that boy for three days straight! Three days!”

    Hilna gritted her teeth, reliving the past few days.

    She had not only gifted Kailun with Phils, one of the Five Great Beauties of the Royal City, but also her own sister. He was probably in bed with Vivian right now!

    “I’m going to lose my mind!”

    She unleashed a string of curses, her princess image forgotten.

    “Your Highness, why don’t we just attack him? We don’t have to endure this humiliation! Even if it costs me my life, I’ll bring you his head!” Shirley exclaimed, seeing her distress.

    “A true leader doesn’t dwell on minor setbacks. I’ll swallow this humiliation for now. The game has just begun. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future!”

    She practically spat out the words, her teeth clenched.

    She had never experienced such a crushing defeat. The feeling of being constantly outmaneuvered and manipulated by Kailun was like being pinned down and ravaged, only to be tossed a towel afterwards to clean herself up.

    Yes, Shirley was the towel.

    If not for the looming threat of the Divine Church backing Lodis, she would have attacked without hesitation.

    Shirley, unsure how to respond, simply said, “You’re wise, Your Highness.”

    Hilna: “…”

    She felt like Shirley was mocking her, but she couldn’t prove it.

    It didn’t matter. She had already contacted Duke Stamp through magic letters. Once his forces arrived, she would regain control of the Royal City.

    Kailun, Lodis, they would all be crushed beneath her iron fist!

    The thought of Stamp’s reinforcements restored her confidence.

    “So, are we returning to the palace now?” Shirley asked, gesturing towards the troops behind them.

    Hilna shook her head. “No, we can’t return empty-handed after such a grand display. It would damage our prestige.”

    “What do you suggest, Your Highness?”

    “Let’s find a disobedient noble and confiscate their assets… Let me think… Yes, Viscount Vickroy. He sided with Lodis recently.”

    Some had their arms broken for blocking Kailun’s path, while others had their homes raided for choosing the wrong side.

    Such was fate. The Vickroy family was destined to be sacrificed.

    Speaking of fate, Paul had always been a lucky man, though his luck seemed to have arrived a bit late this time.

    At nine o’clock in the morning, the sun already high in the sky, Paul limped home, his clothes disheveled.

    He hadn’t endured the night’s torment without gain.

    Apart from earning twenty gold coins, he had also befriended influential figures like the Second Prince and the blue-robed Archbishop.

    He had initially been pinned against the wall by a group of nobles, but at some point, Lodis and the Archbishop had taken an interest in him.

    They had not only healed his injuries with magic but also given him a red pill to restore his stamina. They were his saviors.

    However, they then made a request that shattered his worldview. They wanted him to… service them.

    His understanding of the world crumbled once more.

    Thankfully, he had managed to establish a connection with these powerful figures. They had assured him that he could always seek them out if he didn’t want to “work hard” anymore.

    “I’ll make those nobles pay for what they did to me! I swear!”

    Burning with anger, he pushed open his front door.

    He was greeted by the sight of his unshaven, disheveled father, his sister Anna, Kailun, and the butler standing behind them.

    Kailun was saying to his father, “Don’t worry, Uncle. Selling Anna for one thousand gold coins is a steal.”

    Paul: “???”

  • As a villain, I just want them to behave 45

    Chapter 45: Take the Blame

    Was there really such a thing as apologizing by exposing one’s stomach?

    Or was this just another one of those noble’s quirks?

    Shirley, the young knight, suspected it was the latter.

    As a prisoner, she had to try, even if Kailun was deceiving her.

    The fact that the poison had been swapped meant this incident couldn’t be concealed. The women from the Loya Ballroom would need the antidote.

    If they didn’t receive it, they would be the first to expose Hilna, unraveling her entire plan.

    Shirley had carried the antidote with her. According to the original plan, she would distribute it to the women individually the next morning.

    But now, the plan had failed, and Kailun held all the cards.

    She had heard rumors about the Grand Duke’s son being incompetent, and she had believed them. But now, facing him directly, she realized how terrifying he truly was.

    He was manipulating everyone, and even now, she couldn’t decipher his true motives.

    With trembling hands, she removed the black robe that concealed her tall and slender figure, followed by her light armor.

    Finally, she endured the humiliation of slowly lifting her shirt, exposing her toned stomach, the result of years of rigorous training, to Kailun’s gaze.

    Under the bright light, her smooth skin, defined abs, and even the contorned lines of her navel were clearly visible.

    Satisfied with her obedience, Kailun rose from his chair and crouched before her, his hand reaching through the bars to stroke her hair. “I like obedient women. You’re doing well.”

    Shirley gritted her teeth, enduring the humiliation.

    As if to further test her compliance, he gestured towards her paused hands. “Keep lifting. We’re just getting started.”

    “…Alright.”

    She obeyed, stopping only when the top of her bra was visible.

    “Very good. I’ve seen your determination. So, I’m going to give you a chance.”

    He placed a small bottle outside the bars. “The poison I swapped is a complex concoction. It will cause muscle spasms and numbness starting tomorrow. The pain will intensify each day until it becomes unbearable. Here are thirty doses of the antidote.”

    “That’s not enough! Thirty doses aren’t enough for everyone!” Shirley looked up at him.

    Kailun narrowed his eyes. “Are you bargaining with me?”

    She quickly averted her gaze, intimidated by his aura. “No, sir…”

    He placed the antidote a meter away from the bars and then poked her navel with his finger, his hand lingering on her waist.

    After a moment of enjoyment, he stood up. “I’ll have someone release you tomorrow morning. Until then, rest well. I’ll even turn off the lights for you.”

    He extinguished the magic lamps, plunging the dungeon into darkness.

    “Clang!”

    The iron door slammed shut. He was gone.

    She didn’t dare to ask any further questions, fearing the answers would only deepen her despair.

    Kailun was a true devil…

    His actions were illogical, his every move a carefully concealed trap, waiting for her to fall into it.

    She lowered her shirt, her gaze fixed on the sliver of moonlight streaming through a ventilation shaft. Her waist itched unbearably, as if ants were crawling on her skin. She desperately wanted to wash herself clean.

    “Ugh…”

    She reached for the antidote bottle, but her fingers fell short by an inch.

    “That bastard did this on purpose!”

    She gritted her teeth. When it came to being infuriating, Kailun was unmatched.

    “Ah, I’m such a kind soul. Capturing her and then setting her free.”

    Kailun sighed dramatically as he walked back to his room.

    The medicine he had given Shirley was indeed an antidote, but only a partial one.

    It would only delay the poison’s effects. Once it wore off, the symptoms would intensify, lasting for one or two days.

    He wasn’t giving Hilna the antidote out of kindness. He simply wanted to ensure she took the blame.

    “Still admiring the moon at this hour?”

    He entered his bedroom and found Anna standing by the window, gazing at the moonlit sky.

    She wore a thin, translucent nightgown that clung to her curves. Her hair cascaded down her back, swaying gently in the breeze. As she turned to face him, the moonlight illuminated her profile, giving her an ethereal glow.

    She almost seemed… holy.

    This unexpected purity ignited a destructive urge within him. His instincts screamed for him to defile her.

    “I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to enjoy the view.”

    She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her voice devoid of emotion.

    He strode towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “You should be punished for not warming my bed as instructed. But before that, I have some good news.”

    “What is it?”

    He grinned mischievously. “I’m taking you home tomorrow. You’ll get to see your family. Aren’t you grateful?”

    She stared at him, confused by his sudden kindness.

    If he simply wanted her body, there was no need to say such things.

    She was his slave, powerless to resist his desires.

    “Thank you.”

    She offered a reluctant thanks, hoping to avoid further torment.

    “Then get on your knees by the window.”

    He closed the window, forcing her to kneel before it.

    Fresh from the banquet, his heart was restless.

    If he didn’t find an outlet for his desires, he might erupt.

    Anna knelt before the transparent glass, her ample bosom pressed against the cool surface, her gaze fixed on the moon and clouds.

    As if instinctively, she arched her back, offering herself to the moonlight.

    The moment his hands touched her, he knew she was wearing nothing beneath her thin nightgown.

    He removed her meager defenses and began his punishment, a night of relentless plowing.

    Meanwhile, Hilna tossed and turned in her bed, unable to sleep.

    Her trusted deputy hadn’t returned, and no one knew what had happened.

    She had received reports about Lodis’s banquet. It was proceeding as planned, and her targets had been poisoned.

    However, Kailun’s behavior was strange. He had spent the entire evening drinking alone, never participating in the “festivities.”

    Recent events flashed through her mind, painting a clearer picture of Kailun’s transformation.

    “Something’s wrong with Kailun!”

    She sat up abruptly, her heart pounding, her chest heaving. A terrifying thought took root in her mind.

    “I can’t wait any longer. If Shirley doesn’t return by morning, I’ll surround Kailun’s manor with my troops. The charge will be… kidnapping Princess Vivian!”

    Her eyes hardened with resolve.


    Character:

    Shirley

  • As a villain, I just want them to behave 44

    Chapter 44: Didn’t Hilna Teach You How to Apologize?

    Paul, now in clean clothes, couldn’t escape the clutches of the obese noble. He was pinned against the wall, his face pressed against the cold stone.

    If it were just one person, he might have been able to resist. But he was outnumbered, his arms held by two burly men.

    “What are you doing? Let me go!”

    Panic surged through him as he witnessed the shameless acts of the nobles and the women. His worldview shattered.

    “Playing innocent, are we? As expected of a student from the Royal Magic Academy. So young and tender. Just my type.”

    The obese noble groped Paul’s backside. “Not bad. Nice and plump. You seem so innocent. Don’t tell me you don’t know why His Highness paid so much for your services?”

    “The contract didn’t mention anything like this! This is wrong!” Paul protested vehemently.

    “You can resist if you want. But before you do, consider whether you’ll leave this hall alive. You’re just a commoner. Killing you wouldn’t even be a crime. We can enjoy you while you’re still warm.”

    “I prefer them half-warm. Even if their heart is cold, their rectum is always warm.”

    “You’re all sick! But I like it!”

    Paul was on the verge of a breakdown as he listened to their depraved conversation.

    He looked at Kailun, who was still sitting in the corner, hoping for a rescue. “Kailun… cough, cough, cough!”

    A small blue pill was shoved into his mouth, silencing him. Within seconds, his mana flow was disrupted, and his body went limp.

    He turned his head in horror, only to find the obese noble unbuttoning his pants. “You’re a talented mage from the academy, after all. We have to take precautions.”

    Paul had lost his last resort.

    [Paul’s hatred towards you has intensified due to your inaction. Favorability -5. Current favorability: -88.]

    Kailun chuckled inwardly. Paul was too kind. He could cry.

    He listened to the moans and gasps echoing through the hall, identifying his targets. Once he confirmed that they were all participating, he relaxed.

    He wanted to conquer the Xiya Kingdom without sacrificing too many of his own forces. This required unconventional methods.

    A storm was brewing. It would be foolish to waste his strength on internal conflicts.

    The Divine Church had powerful connections. He wanted to avoid them if possible.

    Satisfied with the evening’s entertainment, he gracefully rose from his seat, Vivian still in his arms. A few naked women attempted to approach him, but his cold gaze deterred them.

    His path out of the hall was clear. Lodis and the Archbishop, preoccupied with their “activities,” didn’t even notice his departure.

    They might suspect him after discovering they had been poisoned, but he had already prepared a scapegoat. Hilna would take the fall.

    Roden and the carriage awaited him outside.

    “Take us home.”

    He instructed Roden, gently placing the still-unconscious Vivian inside the carriage.

    Before stepping in himself, he double-checked with Roden. “The Silver Moon Knights will arrive near the Royal City tomorrow, correct?”

    “Yes, Young Master. They’re less than a hundred miles away. If not for the need for secrecy, they could have arrived tonight.”

    With the timing confirmed, Kailun decided to target Paul tomorrow, aiming to push his favorability to -100.

    “Perfect timing. By the way, have you arranged the marriage proposal to Winnie’s family?”

    “It’s been taken care of. If they refuse, assassins will pay them a visit until they agree. As for Paul’s father’s gambling debts, we’ve succeeded. As of ten minutes ago, he’s gone from earning two hundred gold coins to owing one thousand.”

    Roden meticulously reported his progress. Under Kailun’s direction, a web was closing in on Paul.

    “Excellent work, Roden. I’ll take Anna to meet her parents tomorrow and have Paul’s father sell her to me in front of him. I wonder how much that will decrease his favorability. If it’s not enough, I’ll have to target his childhood friend, Winnie.”

    Roden, instead of being horrified by Kailun’s ruthless plan, felt a sense of pride. He had finally matured.

    The old Kailun had been too naive and kind. Such a personality would have eventually led to his downfall.

    Upon returning to the manor, Kailun carried Vivian to a room next to his and then headed to the dungeon, where Hilna’s deputy awaited him.

    “Creak!”

    He pushed open the heavy iron door, illuminating the dank space with magic lamps. He pulled up a chair and sat down outside the cell.

    The deputy sat slumped against the moss-covered wall, her eyes filled with defiance.

    Even if Kailun tortured her, she would never betray Hilna.

    Her body, her dignity, she could sacrifice it all. As long as Hilna’s interests were protected, it was all worth it.

    As she steeled herself for the inevitable torment, Kailun spoke. “I should thank you. If not for your help, taking down Lodis and the others wouldn’t have been so easy. You see, I had someone impersonate you and swap Hilna’s poison. Lodis and his companions are now suffering from my poison.”

    The deputy’s eyes widened in horror. “You bastard! You’ll pay for this!”

    “Don’t be so quick to curse me. You should be more concerned about the price Hilna will pay for your failure.”

    Kailun leaned back in his chair, his legs crossed. “Allow me to paint you a picture. Imagine Hilna attempting to blackmail Lodis with the antidote, only to discover that it has no effect. What do you think will happen then?”

    He left the rest to her imagination.

    His words sent a chill down her spine. She had inadvertently dug a massive pit for her princess.

    And now, trapped in this dungeon, she was powerless to fix it.

    “What do you want?” She crawled towards the bars, her gaze cold and defiant.

    “Watch your tone. If you’re not interested in talking, I’ll leave.”

    He rested his chin on his hand, his voice bored. “Don’t test my patience. You have ten minutes.”

    She lowered her head, her pride momentarily forgotten. “I apologize for my disrespect. Please command me as you see fit. But please don’t harm Her Highness. She only wants what’s best for the kingdom.”

    No one, except Hilna, had ever forced her to bow her head.

    “Hah!”

    He scoffed at her mention of “what’s best for the kingdom.” “Didn’t Hilna teach you that you should expose your stomach when apologizing?”

    The deputy: “???”