Supreme Villain: Seducing the Heroines

Chapter 12 12: First Step Into Cultivation! [1]

?His red car began racing towards his home because his body felt a strange sense of force raging after beating Ethan; the black dragon almost faded as the bluebird and tiny white tiger faced each other, causing havoc inside his stomach.

'I feel like I'm going to explode... Fuck.'

He finally had a taste of victory against the man who had caused his life to be miserable so many times. Amon could barely focus on driving his car down the long road to his apartment, hoping Alice had already left and wouldn't return.

"Are you doing alright? That's a lot of sweat, haha." The teasing voice of Elma sounded as she sat beside him, her feet on the dashboard, playing with a pistol in her hand as she aimed it at the people they passed her mouth uttering a cute "Bang!" each time before she turned to him with a smirk, her slight fangs like a tiger poking from her lips as her hand reached out to his thigh, infusing more of the white qi into his body, making the situation worse!

'Damn this crazy woman!'

While his car roared along the empty afternoon road, most people were at work or studying during this time. Thankfully, Amon looked towards Elma with a cold face as they stopped at a red light, the hum of his engine their background music. His voice was flat, speaking to her,

"I need your help urgently."

"Oh? Master, this lowly maid would love to help you... for the right price!"

"Tsk, what fucking price?"

"A little wine on the job, fufu~ okay?"

"Whatever; you can drink whatever is in the cabinet downstairs."

"Victory~~!"

Her body pushed out the pistol and looked elated before she gave him a gentle smile, her face becoming severe as if she had switched bodies with another person.

"How are you feeling? Is it tough to breathe, your chest tight? I can feel the situation of your inner core when I touch you, but how is your body still enduring such a deadly and dangerous situation inside you? It's amazing; I want to know... to open you up and see!"

Amon grasped the wheel, his mind growing hazy as the apartment came into sight; his breathing was rough and rugged, and the tightness in his chest reminded him of those old heart attack ads on the television.

"Ah... wait till we're upstairs. The situation is still able to use your technique, right?"

He pulled the wheel, turning into the private parking as the tires screeched and left black marks on the ground.

Amon hated to treat the car so badly, but right now, he could barely take a moment to focus on a perfect turn or care for his wheels; the elevator began to whir and hum, slowly clanging as it brought the pair up to his private apartment, the gates sliding open with a friendly greeting.

[Welcome Home, Amon! I have set the room temperature to the mildly warm setting and will fill a hot bath in 2 hours as per your usual routine of training and hygiene]

Elma giggled at the announcement, "Good boy, making sure to keep a healthy routine despite being so rich!" She unclipped her seatbelt before leaning over and unfastening Amon's, her lips curling upwards as she reached over his lap and took his hand, leading him out of the car.

"I'll help you then, Master. Come, let's go inside."

The doors opened with a soft whoosh, and the pair stepped into the large apartment, Elma leading him to the kitchen, where she poured two glasses of red wine, handing one to him and taking a sip from her glass.

Amon was stunned; how did this woman know where his wine was so fast? How could she locate his glasses? He looked at her stunned, slowly taking the glass of wine, confused about why they weren't performing her method immediately.

"What? Are you confused why I'm not rushing to help you, and we're drinking wine first?" Her sounded more natural and husky. There was no playful mood or strange accent as if she was acting. This was a fierce and raspy voice that was both sexy and fierce.

"A little." Amon didn't beat around bushes.

"Haha, well, the ritual is a little... awkward, and without being relaxed and loose, it can fail, and we'd either die or become cripples for life."

"What!?" Amon almost spat the warm, cedar-flavoured wine with a dark, currant taste and the hint of tobacco.

"Don't be so shocked; it's a technique that fully tempers and changes our bodies beyond the limits... did you think it would be without risk?"

'In the novel, it didn't say anything about this... rather, it seemed only dangerous for those without a strong body? Is it my bad memory, or was the technique not fleshed out due to never being used by the novel world?'

Elma took a sip of the wine before breaking the usual etiquette and swallowing the entire cup, her sensual body swaying as she moved towards him, placing her hands along his body, feeling every inch of him.

"This is so exciting, Master. You feel so good under my hands... you are so hard; it's like an iron bar... you must have been aroused when you were fighting Ethan."

"Ahem, I mean Tense..." She corrected herself as her hand began to slide over his abdomen, slipping inside his shirt as she touched his bare flesh; her hands were cold to the touch but felt soothing to the burning heat that was formed inside his body.

"Your chest is so tight; it's like a raging furnace, Master. I can feel your heart beating like a drum in your chest. It's a little erotic. To feel your raging life force beating under my hand, I could easily take it away... that feeling makes me so wet! Haha~!"

"We need a large space to lie down together." his body was on fire; he couldn't take it anymore, feeling she was toying with him until the soft and various parts she touched filled with white energy. It was cooling like snow, not as fierce as the icy bluebird, as Elma leaned closer, feeling his body change.

Her breath smelt like cedar and cigarettes, thanks to the wine, as Amon nodded.

This moment was important for him, so he grabbed her hand, getting revenge for the car and dragging her towards the training area where he usually trained, according to the novel's small passage about him. Elma's feet skipped along as she smiled at his sudden action with a teasing and feral smile.

'Her hand is a little cold and sweaty... Is she nervous about performing the technique?' He thought.

The room was filled with black walls and beautiful screens pasted along them; these would show any scenery he desired while training, from a vast city skyline or cityscape to a lewd adult video to spur his testosterone.

With sandbags, medicine balls, treadmills and various tools to improve himself in all aspects, the small area in the corner for weightlifting and the centre was a sizeable yoga-style mat around 3 inches thick where he would limber up or do stretches to improve his flexibility.

Amon didn't waste time and began to do some preliminary stretches, his breathing erratic but slowly improving as he felt the white snowy qi soothe his body.

Elma giggled as she watched him stretch his body out, he looked a bit like a pretzel, but his back was straight and strong. Her eyes seemed to glow as she watched him stretch, smiling at his flexible body before she walked over to him, taking a deep breath.

The sound of fabric sliding against skin sounded in his ears; before it hit the floor, first a dull sound, then a heavy thud before he turned around to see the wonderous body of a tanned woman, her body filled with tight muscles so beautiful and not the least bit large or out of place.

At the same time, her stomach and chest contained several scars likely from blades and combat, her lower body still wearing a single pair of white stockings, her blond fur was much bigger than he imagined, and her dark pink nipples stood in the air swaying along with the movements of her perky marshmallows bigger than Amon's head.

"Wow..." He spoke his honest feelings at seeing her naked, this woman, how was she in her late 30s and so tight and youthful? He could feel a slight pain in his pants as his dragon began to dance its ferocious and dominating dance.

"How is it? Do you like what you see, Master?" Elma said, her cheeks not blushing as she came closer, her legs spreading wide as a glimpse of her pink tiger's den glistened with a light liquid.

"You are a captivating woman, Elma." He wouldn't shy away and kept his eyes locked on her body, nodding with appreciation at the soft shake of her beasts and tight buttocks as she walked passed him.

"You need to get naked." She said softly before sitting on the mat, her legs spread as she crossed her legs, the alluring and wet tigers den now on full display, the tight entrance slightly visible through the silky lips.

"The ritual needs us to both be as close as possible for our energies to temper and use that power inside you for the maximum effect." Elma was nonchalant, but Amon noticed the increase of the small wet patch beneath her that stained the mat.

He stepped forward, boldly removing his pants first as he felt the pain in his body return, no longer caring about whether he was clothed or naked.

Amon didn't notice the fierce tigress biting her lips as that colossal black dragon swayed in her green eyes with a hungry look on her face.

The tigress was enjoying his sight as much as the dragon enjoyed hers.