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Supreme corruption: I corrupt every good woman into villainess

As mentioned in the name theme of the story, the central figure, driven by a twisted desire for dominance, methodically corrupts impressionable young women, weaving a web of control that extends far beyond mere physical enslavement. These women, once vibrant and free, are reduced to mere pawns in his elaborate game of conquest, their autonomy stripped away as they become instruments of his malevolent will. What truly sets this tale apart is the enigmatic presence of the antagonist, the very creator of the story itself. Trapped within the confines of his own narrative by an ancient curse, he grapples with the consequences of his own hubris. As he orchestrates the downfall of his characters, he simultaneously navigates the murky depths of his own psyche, confronting the darkness that lurks within. The boundaries between fiction and reality blur, casting doubt upon the nature of existence itself. As the story unfolds, parallels emerge between the protagonist's struggle against the villain and the author's own internal conflict. Each move on the narrative chessboard reflects a deeper existential battle, as the characters' fates intertwine with the author's own quest for redemption. Ultimately, the story becomes a haunting meditation on the nature of creation, agency, and the profound impact of our choices, both within the confines of fiction and in the vast expanse of reality. In conclusion, an author writes a cursed story. The curse is so strong it consumes the author and he's getting trapped inside his own story. But he gets a chance to decide his character. The author chooses to be the villain who can never be defeated. He becomes the main character of the story as the villain, he corrupts good women into evil and makes them fight the hero and the heroines.

minatoflash · Fantaisie
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140 Chs

Elizabeth

As Elizabeth prepared for the wedding, a mix of excitement and trepidation filled her. Dressed in an elegant gown that accentuated her grace, she walked toward the waiting convoy of vehicles, her all-female security detail trailing behind her. The rhythmic click of heels echoed against the pavement, a stark contrast to the chaotic bustle of the city streets.

Elizabeth had always harbored a deep-seated aversion to men, a sentiment born from painful experiences etched into the fabric of her past. Her relationship with her father had been marred by betrayal and mistreatment, leaving scars that ran deep within her psyche. It was a legacy of distrust that colored her interactions with the opposite sex.

Because of that she set guards who are all women. Even his driver, personal assistant and everything around her was, in her own gender.