Villain Simulator, Ch 147

Small R-18 scene

At his question, she smiled, wickedly.

"It's quite simple. All I need is your essence!" she exclaimed.

"Huh?"

Before he could react to this absurd statement, she brought a chair and made him sit down.

Then she knelt before him.

Kisara was very beautiful, a long, flowing mane of white hair practically like a halo around her head, framing those magnificent blue eyes.

Today, She had been hurt, and so she had to get Lucas' essence to recover. It wasn't too hard really - all she had to do was blow him off, and his essence would be hers. However, as she knelt before him in the hotspring, full lips wrapped around his cock, Lucas couldn't help but feel a rush of pleasure.

Kisara's tongue curled around his cockhead, sending waves of excitement through him. She had no idea what she was doing so was very awkward, but Lucas couldn't help but be captivated by the attempts of this beauty. He reached down and felt his fingers stroking her hair, amazed by its silky smooth texture.

Kisara's eyes looked up at him, and Lucas could feel the hunger in them. She wanted his essence, and she was going to do whatever it took to get it. She took him deeper into her mouth, her lips spreading wide around his girth. Lucas couldn't help himself but groan at the sensation, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily.

Kisara's hands were on his thighs, her fingers digging into his flesh as she sucked and licked at his cock. Lucas could feel the orgasm building inside him, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer.

She was pulling back just as he was about to cum, so his lips left her cock with a wet pop. He met her gaze; there was a fierce intensity in her eyes.

He grabbed her head, pulling her back down onto his cock, his hips thrusting upwards as he emptied himself into her waiting mouth. Kisara swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his as she did so.

When she was done, Kisara retreated and smiled up at him, her lips stained by his essence

Thirty minutes later

Lucas sat with his head lowered, his expression a mix of discomfort and bewilderment. "Um… are you sure this is really helping?"

Kisara's response was a muffled, "Mm… just a bit more…"

One hour later

Lucas glanced up awkwardly. "Still… still not done?"

"Shh… almost there," Kisara said soothingly, her voice patient.

An hour and a half later

Lucas twirled one of Kisara's silver braids between his fingers, a contemplative look on his face. "Is this pace alright?"

"Please, Master," Kisara urged gently. "Maintain it."

Two hours later

Lucas rubbed his lower back with a wry smile, his complexion pale. "I must admit… this is exhausting."

Though the process had been arduous, Lucas knew he bore some responsibility. The healing method relied on the "essence," and the extended duration had been his own doing.

But Kisara had spoken true—her wounds were completely healed, and her skin now shone with a radiant luster.

"Thank you for your efforts, Master," Kisara said, a trace of satisfaction lingering in her voice. "I can now fight with my full strength if needed."

"But why does this method work in the first place?" Lucas still looked confused. "Why is my… uh… essence capable of healing your injuries?"

"As my master, our souls are connected on a fundamental level," Kisara explained. "Your 'spiritual essence' is the ideal nourishment for my recovery."

What kind of shounen protagonist nonsense was this?

It seemed ridiculous at first, but upon reflection, it made a certain amount of sense.

Of course, this didn't mean Lucas could recklessly use summoned entities in battle without concern for their well-being. If he relied on this healing method too often, his summons might thrive, but he himself might collapse.

Lucas couldn't help but feel a newfound respect for his simulator self.

Kamuna Harunosuke, after all, had seven primary shikigami at his command, not to mention countless others for minor errands. If he had to heal all their wounds this way, the man would have been drained dry.

Truly a living legend.

After introducing Kisara to Raiden Mai and ensuring she was settling into the pocket dimension, Lucas finally left.

Mai, as always, remained unruffled. After all, her master had already moved an entire castle into the pocket realm, complete with a bizarrely-dressed little girl and a crow that insisted on crowing three times every morning at the crack of dawn.

These days, watching the chieftain of the hilichurl tribe argue with Oz across the river had become a daily spectacle.

Meanwhile, at the Knights of Favonius Headquarters

In the meeting room, the long table was flanked by key figures from the Knights. The discussion? None other than the upcoming campaign against Stormterror.

Even the typically absent Lisa, who was still on leave, had been summoned to attend.

A well-known saying circulated among the Knights: If even Lisa is at a meeting, then the situation must be dire.

"As summarized, while I have always opposed fighting Stormterror, it has crossed Mondstadt's final line," Jean declared, exhaling deeply. "This campaign is no longer optional. The arrow is nocked, and we cannot retreat."

Jean paused before continuing, her gaze resolute. "The purpose of today's meeting is to finalize the roster for the expedition. Due to the danger, participation will be strictly voluntary. As Acting Grand Master, I will personally lead the charge."

"Yawn…" Lisa stretched languidly, a mischievous smile on her lips. "With everyone so fired up, I suppose I'll…"

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Author's Note: Yeah sorry, I suck at adding those scenes and also used AI a bit. 

Can only try to improve next time, I guess. 

Oh this the extra chapter btw