Stealing Heroines' Affections Is My Job as the Villain - Chapter 27: The Fine Line Between Formal and Flirtatious

[MATURE CONTENT]In her previous life, Luciana disguises herself as Prince Nicholas’ bride to kill him and avenge the death of her family after he massacred them and made her an orphan.She had never in her wildest dreams expected that the prince she hated to death and the soldier she was madly in love with would be the same person.“You came here yourself to be my bride, and since we are now married, you belong to me! You are not allowed to think of leaving me!” Prince Nicholas growls.But she could never forgive him; she hated his forcefulness and vowed never to be his.In her quest for revenge, she not only hated Nicholas to death but was blinded by hatred and fell into the trap of Lady Evelyn and Dominic and became a sinner. In the end, she was also framed for killing her own son.In this life, she promised to live for herself; she would use her magical talents and make all of them pay!But can Luciana forget her hatred for Prince Nicholas and stay by his side when he is the monster that slayed her family in cold blood?In this life, will his love conquer the hatred she had for him?What happens when Luciana finds out their entanglement was already set in stone Two thousand years ago?******Nicholas, a ruthless and powerful prince of Gloryland, finds out a heart-shattering truth after avenging his mother, who had been defiled and nearly lost her sanity over the traumatic incident.The girl he loves is the daughter of the man he has hated since he was a child.Imagine his surprise when the same woman becomes his bride.He will keep her by his side even if she hates him to death! There was a thin line between love and hate anyway.******Welcome to the Windermere continent, where every royal receives a magical ability on your tenth birthday.A magical ability that is special to only you. Some examples of magical gifts are seeing into the future, the gift of disguise, supernatural strength, and gifts of healing; some people can also command the natural elements at will, and some people are blessed with extraordinary beauty.Imagine being born with all the gifts. Join Luciana as she navigates through revenge, her special ability, and a forbidden love.

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.

He was an extremely wealthy CEO. His hobbies were clinging to his wife and pampering her to the extreme.One day, the bodyguard reported, “Sir, Madam went to chase her ex-fiancé!”“Sir, Madam confessed her love for her ex-fiancé on a global livestream!”“Change the photos and names to mine!”“Sir, Madam went to the hospital to have an abortion!”The incredibly handsome and wealthy man couldn't contain his anger.“Bring Madam back to me, and take good care of her! No, stop! I'm going to get her myself!”After marriage, Su Fu glared at her possessive husband.“Let's divorce; this life is unbearable!”Shangguan Ling smirked.“So what if it's unbearable? Whoever leaves, loses! I'll give you the property, our child, and myself! Wherever you go, I'll go too!”

Eight hundred years ago, Zhang Ruochen, the son of Emperor Ming, was killed by his fiancee, Princess Chi Yao.

Eight hundred years later, Zhang Ruochen came back to life, only to discover that the fiancee who once killed him had unified the Kunlun realm and opened up the first central empire, known as “Queen Chi Yao”.

Empress Chi Yao – ruling the world, she is powerful in all directions; youth is eternal, immortal and immortal.

Zhang Ruochen stood outside the ancestral hall of the emperors, looking at the statue of Empress Chi Yao, with a raging flame of hatred burning in his heart, “When I rebuild it for thirteen years, dare to call the empress to Huangquan.”

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