Supreme Villain: Seducing the Heroines

A blade pulled from flesh sounded inside a half-destroyed manor greeting room, droplets of blood spraying onto the shattered glass like a bitter melody from the victim's heart.

"Ngh..."

Maybe once beautiful and elegant, now with smashed glass, broken silver, and crushed furniture, a handsome male with long black hair and brilliant dark purple eyes stared towards his assailant with a sorrowful look.

"Ugk... Alice... Why?

The handsome male asked, his breathing baited, blood filling his throat, attempting to silence his words.

"Amon, are you stupid? You went against Ethan and forced our families to almost collapse! This is what you deserve!"

A beautiful woman with bright blue hair and a swirl of sharp icicles dancing around her body, as her piercing azure eyes narrowed, she looked at him in disgust.

His face looked confused as if hearing these accusations for the first time because, from the moment he met this woman,

Amon loved her with all his heart and never stopped, no matter how she treated him—the insults, abuse, and taking his feelings for granted as she continued taking his money even after she broke their engagement and chased the new rising star, Ethan.

"I don't understand. Ugh!"

Amon's feelings never changed; although he fell for other women, Alice was always someone special to him, the cold and ice-hearted beauty that was his childhood fiancée.

Yet she held the sword that pierced his chest; although cultivators were allowed to settle private disputes with the law's permission, Amon had never signed a waiver or been informed.

'Why?'

His eyes saw the alluring woman, formerly a mere police officer, storming through the ranks with the help of this Ethan character, arresting criminal gangs and drug lords.

Now, she was the one in control and had all the power.

Amon could see her smug look as his eyes passed hers; seeing her snort made him realise

He had been set up, and they were all working against him; this woman he once had light interactions with now turned to kill him cruelly because their relationship didn't work.

"Marina? Why didn't I get a warning?"

[Amon, you never stood a chance.]

The raven-haired woman looked at him momentarily; maybe she didn't expect him to speak to her, thus causing her confusion as he could see the shock on her face, but that faded, becoming a bitter and aggressive smile.

"Oh? I am sure we sent it ahead of schedule. It's okay; everything is legal here. Don't worry. We are not disgusting criminals like you."

Amon's face showed a grimace, the throbbing pain in his chest growing more potent; he felt his arms turning feeble and dropping by his side while he fell backwards, leaning against the broken stone pillar to avoid falling to the ground.

'When did I do those things?'

'Isn't it unjust that you never asked me? Never confirmed your allegations were true?'

His blood began to stain the carpet, where they drank wine and spoke about their future, thinking about their cold faces and feeling stupid.

'Ah, my naive and stupid self!'

Amon's eyes narrowed, anger and irritation filling his body as he spat out a thick ball of bloody spit on the ground, tired of being kind to these women.

If they asked him for gifts, he gave them.

He took them to 5-star hotels and restaurants if they asked him for extravagance.

"You ungrateful sluts... I have treated you well, even if we broke up or drifted apart. I never did anything to you or your families. Never asked for my expensive gifts back...!"

He felt pain whenever he breathed—agony to keep his eyes open, making sure to keep his eyes on the women who were once lovers, partners, and even his fiancée.

"Come on now, like those gifts can be compared to everything we gave you."

A charming lady with blonde hair and long ears spoke with a melodic voice; she was one of the elven maidens who originated from the western continent.

"Ugh...."

Blood spewed from his mouth, and he could no longer speak, collapsing to his knees with a dull, fading vision as only his pain remained.

'I regret so much. Why did I act like a fool in love whenever I met you all? Like a stupid child!'

[Do you want to know?]

It was too late.

Amon had never mastered any cultivation technique until he visited the secret master, who was the man who stole everything from him but discovered it too late.

'If they no longer loved me, why frame me for all these problems? I never acted against any of them after we broke up!'

[I can tell you everything if you want.]

Ethan's vile tricks would leave Amon unable to cultivate or have relations with women for the rest of his life; not even the world's top doctors could help him, whether human or elven.

"Haa... Haa..."

Amon began to breathe with slow, baited breaths, the pain of his punctured body causing intense stabbing pain.

He tried to lift his head, only to see an eastern male with black hair and almond eyes coming from upstairs, holding a strange box with a weird smirk as he nodded to Marina.

"Have you found the evidence? Marina asked, her voice enthusiastic and loud.

They will frame everything for you.

'What evidence? All that is up there are my paintings of Alice and my lovers.'

"Ah, I found the evidence, and this guy is a sick creep."

"There were countless paintings and photographs of you all naked, likely to use them to blackmail you. So I burned them all, haha. No fiend can touch any of my women!"

'What photographs, nude? Who's paintings is this guy talking about?'

[Did you never feel the world was strange?]

"Eww... Not only did he try to bankrupt our business, but he also kept pictures of our bodies!" A brown-haired woman shouted, her body wrapped in a tight office suit with the name "Carmel" on the badge.

'I am the one who helped you create that business... You used my capital and gave me forged documents for the shares. I still didn't make the issue big.

Why does the world seem to favour that boy wearing filthy beggar clothes? Don't you want to know?

Slash!

Once again, the icy blue sword of Alice sliced across Amon's chest, his body now dull to pain as more of his blood sprayed into the air. His stomach was almost torn open as his body limply fell.

[Amon, I can no longer watch you repeat this cycle of humiliation and death.]

"So it's true that he was the one who poisoned my mother?" Alice asked, her voice colder than a tundra as she visibly shook.

Amon's blurry eyes looked up as Ethan walked towards the upset Alice.

His arms attempted to wrap around her shoulder and pull her close, but she resisted, pushing him away only as she looked towards Amon with one final look.

'You were always like that, Alice... It's only because she died that you are like this, right?'

'Letting your feelings and emotions cloud your judgement... haha.'

[Don't worry, even if we can never meet again.]

"It's true; he hired some assassins, but you can be relieved. I'll protect you from now on."

Amon's mind began to fade; his heart was barely beating, lacking the power to move.

His eyes watched as those feelings of trust and hope in Alice's eyes vanished like melting ice on a summer afternoon.

[See you soon, Amon.]

Before he could see her response, everything went dark. Amon believed he had finally met his end.

-

Bzzt! Bzzt!

A loud alarm began to sound from a holo clock on the wall, which echoed through a large, elegant room, stirring the body of a male sleeping inside a huge canopy bed with red velvet sheets and a golden base.

"Umn...."

The handsome male's thick and messy black hair covered his body, which was spread like an angel, refusing to awaken.

Bzzt!

[Please wake up; today is the day everything changes!]

His upper body suddenly rose as if a cold breeze had awoken him.

As he screamed, his hair flew around him in a flurry" before he rolled onto the ground with a loud thud.

"Believe in me. I have done nothing wrong, Alice!"

"Haa...Haa..."

He placed his palms against his face, breathing deeply as the images of his nightmare continued to swim around his mind, never vanishing, the pain, confusion, and despair feeling too real for him as he continued to breathe slowly.

'Morning?'

He thought, looking at the bright sun shining through the window, then at the clock on the wall, and feeling a sudden sense of deja vu.

"Why does the date feel so important?"

He whispered before sliding to the edge of his bed, trying to make the dream disappear.

It was the 7th of July, 2035, the day his fiancée Alice asked him to break their engagement in his strange lingering nightmare.

"Ugh!?"

Suddenly, the male grasped his head, falling to the ground and convulsing; constant images and events of people he didn't know and had never met before began to appear in his mind.

With so much information filling his mind, blood began to seep from his nose as he grunted and moaned in the fetal position.

He remained in that position for what felt like hours to him, but it was merely a few seconds in actual time as his body slowly straightened out, his arms and body stretching while Amon's mind began to race.

"I am villain in a novel!"

He spoke with a shaky and lonely voice, the feeling of excitement for today's date with Alice now long gone.

"Today, she will ask to break our engagement, to focus on her company, and to say that we are not meant to be together and should stay friends."

More memories, strange occurrences, and events culminating in his death suddenly assaulted his mind, but it felt like only a portion was etched into it before it began to crumble.

A scene appeared in a different place, making him wonder who it was.

"What are these memories? Why the hell do I act so pathetically when around these women!?"

He rose from the velvet sheets, his tall body standing at the window, wearing nothing but his magnificent, well-trained birthday suit.

Amon's fist slammed the wall, his body shaking from the power.

A blushing young wife who lived in the mansion stood with her hand holding a hose, fixated on Amon's hose as she began to flood her garden flowers in a daze.

[Supreme Villain System Installation]

"NO! I don't want it!"

He didn't want to be the villain; would that mean the women he loved and cherished would once again look at him like trash? Amon would rather not get involved with them, forget them, and move on with his life.

"If this world is just a novel, I will search for a woman outside the story, one he never conquered!"

Amon felt the system install itself.

It caused a strange sensation in his mind, so he began to hit the stone wall with his forehead, the impact causing his brain to rattle and his skull to fracture.

[Error: System rejected by the host!]

"Good..."

[Supreme Netori System Installing!]

"Oi...! No... Stop! I don't want to be controlled!"

The handsome male began to slam his head against the solid stone wall, the impact causing his brain to rattle and blood to seep down his forehead.

[System.....Error]

"I won't submit!"

He roared, and the morning maid stood stunned outside his door as he smashed his head against the wall, each blow causing his vision to grow blurrier and his muscles to spasm.

[Netori... Error....]

"Haha, I won... Screw you!"

[..Idiot..]

Like a roaring dragon, a sudden sound resounded above him.

"Eh?"

A sudden jolt of lightning shot from the ceiling, zapping the handsome male's brain as he fell to the ground, his body shuddering in silence.

"Ngh!?"

[Idiot, I would never control you.]

[Here, take these little gifts.]

[I'll harass the skanks who hurt you.]

[Do your best, Amon.]

The moment the voice vanished, his body was covered with a black veil of darkness; the time outside this veil seemed to stop as various information, techniques, and changes began to happen to his body.

If he was a handsome villain with a regular magnum before.

He was now a supreme villain with godly beauty, a top-class cultivation technique, and a 460 Smith & Weissan magnum in his crotch.

Amon was unbound from this world's rules, becoming free to choose any path he wished, but during his sleep, he lived another man's life.

His name was also Amon, but he was an author writing a villain romance novel, and it seemed similar to him, but each time he tried to recall the details, they faded like bubbles in the sky.

Strangely, the girl he loved in that dream looked like a shorter version of Alice with larger breasts and a fine ass, which made the dream easy to accept.