Villain Reborn: Netori Harem in an Erotic RPG!

Chapter 7 7 Danger Averted!

?There was a moment of silence, the slight rustling of the sheets as she moved closer, crawling towards the young man that kissed her; with a pounding heart and erratic breathing, she felt his muscular thighs, unable to stop herself from caressing their firm and youthful feeling.

'I want to kiss him again, even if it's a lie... He looked at my face, stroked my scar and called me beautiful without the slightest hint of dislike or lies!'

Her eye's focused on his face, and she realised he might have recovered during their kiss as she noticed his eyes widened and tongue stopped moving, thinking that was the end of her moment of bliss.

'But he...'

However! The young man continued their kiss, becoming more skilled and passionate as he sucked on her tongue, drinking her saliva with a happy face, his arms wrapping around her back, looking directly at her face and never closing his eyes!

For ordinary women, it might be embarrassing, but his eyes watched her face, scar and eyes with an affectionate gaze while kissing her deeply. This made her heart and mind erupt like a massive firestorm was cast repeatedly inside her body.

'How can such a young man be so talented at kissing... It's so wet...'

Gwendolyn knew he was likely dazed and delirious from the fight when she checked his state earlier with a basic blood test to detect the concentration and levels of mana in a person's body.

'His mana is 100% full. But his blood and mind are dangerous from overuse because his bloodline is still low-level. He didn't realise he was in so much danger....'

She was worried because of a particular negative trait for vampires below the noble vampire level. Lesser vampires have difficulty understanding the pain of casting spells due to their numbed nerves and still heart.

Usually, when mages cast magic, they feel the drain of mana from their heart, a slight stabbing pain when still over 75% mana.

However, once mana drops below half.

It becomes a pain that generally stops all mages from casting, as it feels like somebody is grabbing your heart and crushing it in their grasp, getting worse the closer to zero you get.

However, the more you use it, the more the pain escalates until it reaches the point below 25%, where it feels like someone is grabbing and crushing your heart in their hand with each spell.

Likely the only moment a lesser vampire feels the pain in their heart.

"Are you feeling better?" Her husky voice sounded, moving closer to his body, wishing to throw the man down and ride him this instant. Yet her rational mind decided to settle for a kiss, hoping to build a relationship with him while he recovers.

Before she could continue speaking, his hand stroked along her scar, a gentle smile across his beautiful lips, soft, glossy and pink, as he moved his body closer.

Gwendolyn seemed to freeze when Lucifer moved closer to her; she grasped his thigh tightly while her eyes darted around his face.

At first, he was a little taken aback but thinking about it properly, why should he make some confusing lie? He looked into her eyes intensely; naturally, his left hand stroked her cheek, the bumpy red scar tickling his fingertips.

"I may sound like a complete asshole, but I will not apologise for my actions while in that daze, nor will I act like it didn't happen."

"Eh?" Her voice sounded as she looked a little confused by his words.

Lucifer never enjoyed confusing tricks or lies; even more so, once he grew up and broke hearts and experienced heartbreaks, his creed became simple.

Honesty is the key to harmony with women.

'Why is this woman so appealing... She looks so much like the woman from the blurry dream.'

"Can you tell me your name, my lovely stunned maiden?"

"Ah...Erm... Gwendolyn. I am... no maiden.." she muttered, her fingers touching the hands that stroked her scar, her lips forming a wry smile.

'She's just like the game...' Lucifer thought; the number of times he became angry that the only scene with this tragic woman was the handjob that ended when her black silk scarf was removed irritated him.

"A lovely name which suits you well; I am Lucifer. I'm thankful you saved and brought me to your home, but first, I want to fix something."

'I sent so many angry emails to the game devs... Hahaha... a passionate old man must have pissed them off.'

The water from the faucet dripped, almost like a signal, as Lucifer's face moved forward. The moment he moved closer, his chest of Gwendolyn began to race; his vampiric hearing could hear the loud thumping of her heart.

Ba-dump!

"What are you going to fix?"I think you should take a look at

He could feel the warm breath blowing from her nose and lips, her eyes closing slowly as he approached; this time, he wouldn't kiss her as a man mistaking her for someone else.

"I'm going to kiss you, this time as Gwendolyn, the pretty woman in a sexy black nightdress; if you don't like that idea, back away now." His voice was slow, deep and sultry unaware he was naturally using the vampire's natural charm and his past years spent teasing and flirting with his wife in the previous world.

Her body didn't move; instead, her chin lifted, her golden eyes fluttered as she gave a slight nod, her face turning a light pink, a happy look pasted across her face.

Lucifer's right hand gently stroked along her jaw, her smooth skin soft as he lifted her chin with his thumb, brushing his fingers along her sexy red lips before he leaned forward, kissing her gently as a lover would.

Gwendolyn had no experience with this kind of intimacy, yet she didn't resist; instead, she happily accepted his kiss, her lips parting slightly and placing her small hands around Lucifer's neck, feeling his warm, firm and strong muscles, causing her body to tremble in anticipation.

His hands moved to her hips, stroking them softly as they locked lips, their tongues moving together in a slow, sensual dance.

"Mm!" A moan escaped her mouth as their tongues danced, her body shuddering as he held her waist; shortly after their lips touched, his mind was flooded with his own emotions; it seemed she, too, was overwhelmed as her powerful arms grabbed him, her unskilled tongue passionately entwining with his as she breathed into his mouth, pressing her nose against his as they both squished together.

They were both drunk on lust, the passion boiling over as their tongues twisted and thrust against each other, the sound of their moans filling the room as they kissed, pushing the bed sheets aside and revealing her underwear, the dark red panties that showed her shapely legs and smooth thighs.

"Haa..." Her lips parted as Lucifer pulled away, a bridge of sticky saliva dropping between them as she began to pant while Lucifer smiled at the woman with rosy cheeks, her heartbeat like a serenade to his ears.

"Once again, it's nice to meet you, my maiden Gwendolyn."

"The pleasure... the pleasure is mine, Lucifer." Her response sounded more confident as she ignored her dress that slipped, remembering that he was sick and needed to eat something medicinal; just because he was a vampire didn't mean mortal medicine wouldn't help with mana-related issues.

"Can you give me a moment? I need to go make you some more medicine... your mental state and mana are dangerous right now."

'So this is what might have happened in the game if she wasn't rejected?' Lucifer thought before giving her a bitter smile.

"Haha, sorry I ended up treating you like that."

"No, it was nice... I rarely get treated like someone's wife; Celestia dislikes facial defects and signs of impurity, after all..."

'Ah... here we go, the game's wretched setting; the Hero Toshiro was explained to be a devout believer and [Hero] of Celestia, the goddess of the sun. Thus when he sees this lovely woman's face, he recoils and breaks the woman's heart... Never to show up in the game again, despite being so kind and helpful to the group.'

Lucifer felt it strange that her silk mask wasn't worn. Was it something she only wore in the game, was this world different and not the game but something similar? He couldn't be sure right away, but he would keep this question in his heart as he watched her rise from the bed with a loud squeak.

'What an amazing ass...!'

Her ample buttocks swayed past his face; as he reached out to spank her with a loud smack.

He didn't understand why; he seemed used to this action as he pulled on her soft buttocks, roughly kneading her smooth ass, enjoying the loud squeal and moan that leaked from her lips as she shook her waist. Hence, his hand fell and almost seemed to prance into the kitchen.

"Behave! Perverted Vampire boy!" Her voice was stern, but her cheeks were pink as she vanished into the kitchen."

Lucifer felt much better; the dark shadow on her face and the eyes that seemed close to crying faded, and now a look of embarrassment, delight, and slight aggression filled them, much better as he lifted his left arm.

His small black grimoire opened its pages to the [Status] and [Skill] pages because he should have reached level 5 but was too focused on leaving the forest.

He was yet to choose his first optional ability.

A soft voice came from the kitchen beside him, the dull sound of a board being tapped with a knife again, "Lucian, do you prefer sweet or savoury porridge? Maybe I can add some banana or roasted almond and egg?"

The moment he viewed the skill page, he felt a sense of nostalgia for some reason, instinctively answering her voice, "Sweet with squashed berries, please, a dash of your love too for the finishing touch."

Gwen seemed happy from his response, a slight grunt and grumble about his sugary lines, before the sound of berries being picked from the stem and crushed into a paste mixed into the porridge, a faint hum sounding in the kitchen.

He felt relieved, now able to focus on his grimoire for a few moments, seeing the changes to his current abilities and looking through possible skills to take for his survival.

A brown page like a scroll opened as several abilities were listed for him to choose from, while it seemed that danger was averted..... For now!

Subconsciously his fingers stroked the silver necklace around his neck, a crimson gem shimmering as if it was finally awakened by a strange dark energy constantly sinking into Lucifer's chest.