Supreme Villain: Seducing the Heroines

Chapter 49 49: Pet Wolf - Baisc Training Commence!

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Amon slowly removed his hand from the forehead of the cute woman.

There was no longer a need to stay vigilant towards her, and even her breathing began to steady, and she watched him with a strange look.

"I..."

Her face showed a sense of frustration and anger, yet she couldn't cry or release her emotions towards Amon—instead, her fists crushed the broken stones from her impact and the thick, cracked wall her body still leaned again.

"Why!?"

"You killed my brothers... but not me?"

"Yet why is there no rage or anger in my heart and a constant force telling me to follow you..."

Amon looked at her with his purple eyes shimmering—while reading her memory, he used the other technique he gained.

It was a mystery how it worked—only injecting his Qi into her body, and a little female dragon was created that swam around her body, repairing her damaged Qi Veins and core, which was done from birth, not by Amon.

Her veins were even cleared of most of the impurities but not all, maybe due to her low loyalty or affection. Since the female dragon looked to be pouting and wistful each time it looked towards Amon.

'Is this the little black lizard's wife or something?'

Since he was now in control, what was done had been done—no need to act differently from how he desired.

"I won't apologise, you attacked me, and I killed them. Now you are under my control and will do my bidding."

"Tsk! What!? If you could do that, Why not them!?"

He found her new attitude more to his liking, aggressive and resilient, not weak and submissive.

Women were like chocolates and sweets if you ate the same one repeatedly. Not only do you get diabetes, but you end up hating that taste even though it used to make you so happy. Thus he didn't want all women to be the same.

A good example was Alice and Elma—one would shower him with sugary sweet love like a melted bar of white chocolate, while the other was like a hard bar of fruit and nuts.

"Are you asking a handsome, 22-year-old male why he chose a large-breasted wolf girl over some sweaty middle-aged wolfmen?"

"Sorry... I don't like BL..."

There was no need to become her ally or try to make a friendship now.

He wanted to crush their affection to zero, so they could start from the lowest.

No woman would suddenly love the man who killed her family—that's why he felt so much excitement at the long chase to make her follow him as a subordinate, spread her legs willingly, and become his woman.

'Fight me, resist me. I cannot wait to see how you twist the pact and try to escape it!'

[Who!?]

Tia's excited voice sounded—it was like she suddenly couldn't interfere with the situation, and when she returned, there was only 1 soul inside Amon, and the others were completely gone. Not even a spec remained!

"Little wolf, I won't force you to like me—follow my orders for a year."

"Then what, you fuck! I'll kill you... Arghh!? Wha...."

When she swore at him, a powerful flame began to burn inside her body, the female dragon surging around her body, bruising her organs.

This was light; if it were anything further, she might piss in a bag for the rest of her life.

"In a year, I will allow you to kill me without this restriction."

"If you fail, you will become my little wolf pet again for another year."

"Bastar.... argh!!"

"Succeed, and you are free and have gotten revenge for your brothers; I am not a god and cannot change the things that happened."

"Mmmmm...!" She looked up at him with tears before the ferocity in her eyes faded slightly.

"Then... What now?"

"Follow my orders, perform actions for me and be a good doggy."

"I won't sleep with you nor kill innocent people!" She snarled, her hands digging into the roof's stone with her claws ripping through it like soft cheese.

"Ah, don't worry. You are only to monitor the actions of one woman, the people around her and any large actions she might take part in."

"Acceptable?"

Amon might want to see how she acts in the future, but that didn't mean the wolf herself was a priority for him.

He could still kill her here.

Only the ability to retain information was worth anything to him right now.

He needed to know how much they changed his beloved characters and heroines, whether they had their self-will or were innocent.

Then he would decide how to act.

[Don't ignore me, bastard!]

Tia shouted angrily, but rather than fear or shock, it was more adorable than anything as his face smiled gently at her chirping.

Amon walked towards the fallen clothes of the wolf before throwing them in a pile for the wolf.

He was not interested in tasting an unwilling body, especially one experiencing that time of the month.

Slowly she began to dress, her body always on guard against him—even with the beast-taming contract and bond, it didn't make her forgive him or forget his deeds but only slightly dampened her hatred by a small amount.

"Oh?" Amon exclaimed, picking up one of the cool black combat suits; it seemed flexible enough to wear for his secret activities.

The fabric was like a bodysuit, so he could wear one under his normal workout to avoid needing to go home or to a wardrobe to get changed.

"Easy washing material? Hmm... Good to know." He whispered, reading the tag before wearing it silently.

A handsome man, his black hair tied in a ponytail, cut slightly shorted with one of the spare blades of the wolves.

Amon loved super-long hair in his novels, but neck length was his limit when it came to himself.

'This is Tia's hobby for sure... Damn, perverted woman.'

"Oh right, what was your name?" He turned and asked the female wolf, which quickly turned away with conflicted eyes.

He wasn't stupid to think he liked her, but that was the passive effect of his bloodlines, the black dragon allures and charms women while the tiger fills them with awe and curiosity.

She merely enjoyed leering at his body, likely cutting his face and head from her mind in the process.

"Geram..." Confused, she looked at him with narrow eyes—he should already know her name. She began to feel this might be some trick.

Her bushy tail thudded on the ground, worried he might suddenly become that beast again, feeling a sense of dirtiness on her skin from his touch.

"Geram, continue to act as normal—make sure to report all actions of your little clan princess to me, who she meets if she is in danger, her business plans, and just a question is she aiming to become a police superintendent still?"

Amon leaned forward, taking the black phone from Geram's breast pocket, not flinching when his fingers squashed into her soft breast, simply typing his number with the name "Alpha" written.

"Refer to me as Alpha when contacting me, don't send useless messages. If you are in danger, you can contact me to help. These wolves are useless compared to me, right?"

He said with a smile before backing away, placing her phone back in her pocket, and allowing her breasts to jiggle slightly.

The wolf's face was angry, covering her chest from his eyes.

"Relax... I have ones better waiting for me in my bed. Now leave—think of a convincing reason I let you live."

Amon then stopped for a moment...

Twisting his body, his dragon-scaled hand lunged forward, piercing her stomach; he missed her vital area, only damaging her lightly, with the help of the dragon inside her to make it worse.

"Guha... Ugh!" Once again vomiting blood, she fell back, looking at him with confused and fearful eyes.

"Marina would kill you if you returned without wounds, right?"

Like the wind, his body moved away, with a single parting sentence: "If she asks for a name, then give the name Ethan and Azure dragon, then she will probably be satisfied with your state and the death of everyone here."

"!!!"

Before Geram could complain, his body vanished with a heavy gust of wind that blew her hair into her face—all of a sudden, the night's events hit her as she shuddered, holding herself tightly in a ball, whimpering after the death of her brother and comrades.

A fierce light in her eye, watching the place where Amon left.

"I will kill you; one year, I will kill you!"

The poor wolf had been tricked and fallen for his ploy.

Yet Amon wouldn't care even if she withheld the promise and attacked him in a year because by then, he planned to stand in the top levels of this world, or at least the high levels where the real powerhouses existed in secret away from the public faced businesses.

"They will be interested in my elixirs and herbs; I should prepare and choose my side."

"My adopted mother and her gentle soul probably asked her family to help me, but I cannot trust them blindly—they let my mother die so easily."