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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

I think I need him

The music reached a crescendo, and the crowd around them faded into the background. It was just Elizabeth and him, caught in a moment of pure intimacy. She felt herself falling deeper and deeper into his embrace, surrendering to the magnetic pull between them.

When the dance finally came to an end, Elizabeth was breathless and exhilarated. The man held her close, his eyes searching hers as if trying to decipher her thoughts. Without speaking a word, he leaned in closer, his lips grazing her ear. "Would you like to take a walk outside?" he whispered, his voice sending shivers down her spine.

Elizabeth nodded, unable to resist his charm. As they stepped outside into the cool night air, Elizabeth felt her heart racing. This was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She was falling for him, and she knew there was no turning back.