I Am a Villain, So What?-Chapter 140: Do you feel that [18+]

"Lucien... wait... it’s too..."

"Too what?" I pulled back just an inch, staring into her glazed eyes. "Too much? We haven’t even started."

I kissed her jawline, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down her throat, sucking gently on the pulse point that fluttered wildly beneath her pale skin.

"Today," I whispered against her skin, "I am going to make you mine. Completely."

Ariana shuddered, a whimper escaping her throat. Her hands gripped my shoulders, her nails digging in.

I moved my hands from her waist, sliding them slowly up her ribcage. I could feel her heart hammering against her ribs, beating so fast I worried it might burst.

My fingers found the top button of her academy blouse.

"Lucien..." she breathed, her cheeks burning. She looked down, suddenly shy, trying to cover herself with her arms. "I... I’m not... I’m not as developed as Elisha or..."

"Don’t," I commanded softly, gently moving her hands away. "Don’t compare yourself. To me, you are perfect."

I undid the first button. Then the second.

Click. Click.

The sound was deafening in the quiet room.

I parted the white fabric, sliding the blouse off her shoulders. It fell to the floor in a heap.

Ariana stood before me, shivering in the cool air of the study.

She was wearing a delicate bra made of black silk and lace—a stark contrast to her ivory skin. It hugged her modest but shapely curves perfectly, the dark fabric emphasizing the milky whiteness of her skin.

"Beautiful," I murmured.

Ariana squeezed her eyes shut, her face crimson. "Don’t stare..."

"I can’t help it."

I ran my hands up her bare arms, feeling the goosebumps rise on her smooth skin. My hands moved inward, tracing the line of her collarbone, then lower.

I cupped her breasts through the silk.

"Ah!"

Ariana jolted, her back arching instinctively.

I kneaded them gently, feeling the softness yield under my touch. They were warm, heavy in my hands. I used my thumbs to circle the peaks visible through the thin lace, watching her reaction.

"L-Lucien...! That’s... ah...!"

Her knees buckled. I caught her, pressing her back against the edge of the desk for support.

"You’re so sensitive," I whispered, kissing the slope of her breast above the silk.

I reached behind her back. My fingers found the hooks of the bra.

Snap.

The tension released.

I pulled the straps down her arms, letting the black silk fall away.

Ariana tried to cover herself with her hands, but I caught her wrists, pinning them gently to the desk on either side of her hips.

"Let me see you."

She was breathtaking. Her skin glowed in the dim light, smooth and flawless like the finest porcelain. Her waist was slender, tapering into the curve of her hips. Her breasts, free from confinement, rose and fell with her rapid breathing, the peaks hardened and flushed pink.

My gaze devoured her, traveling down her body.

"Lucien..." she whimpered, unable to meet my eyes, her head turned to the side. "It’s embarrassing..."

"It’s art," I corrected.

I leaned in, kissing the hollow of her throat, letting her feel the heat radiating from me. I pressed my hips firmly between her thighs, the friction causing her to gasp. She could feel exactly how much I wanted her—my desire was hard, demanding, and pressing against her belly.

"Do you feel that, Ariana?" I asked, grinding slowly against her. "That’s what you do to me."

"I... I feel it," she whispered, turning her face back to me, her eyes misty. "I want... I want you to touch me more."

"As you wish, my Alchemist."

I released her wrists and wrapped my arms around her bare waist, pulling her skin-to-skin. The sensation of her softness against my chest was electric.

I lowered my head, capturing her lips again, while my hand moved down to the waistband of her skirt.

"Let’s continue the lesson."

My voice was low, a rough murmur that vibrated against her skin.

Ariana trembled. The bravado she had displayed in the cafeteria—the dominating "Empress" who silenced the room—had completely evaporated. In the privacy of this room, stripped of her titles and her glasses, she was just a girl. A girl who had never done this before.

I didn’t rush. I wanted to savor this.

My hands, which had been resting on her waist, moved slowly. I traced the curve of her spine, feeling the shivers erupting in my wake.

"L-Lucien..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I... I don’t know what to do."

"You don’t need to do anything," I replied, kissing the sensitive spot behind her ear. "Just feel."

I turned her around so she was facing me. Her face was flushed a deep, crimson red, and she couldn’t meet my eyes. She stared at my chest, her hands clutching my shirt for support.

"Look at me, Ariana."

She slowly lifted her gaze. Her violet eyes were misty, swimming with a mixture of fear and overwhelming desire.

"I’m going to undress you now."

I didn’t wait for an answer. I reached for the waistband of her academy skirt.

Zip.

The sound was loud in the silence. The skirt pooled at her feet.

She stepped out of it, shaky on her legs.

Now, she stood before me in only her underwear—a small, delicate piece of black lace that matched the bra I had already removed.

"You’re beautiful," I said, my voice hoarse.

I ran my hands up her sides, my palms rough against her silken skin. I cupped her breasts, no longer hindered by fabric. They were soft, warm, and fit perfectly in my hands.

"Ah...!"

Ariana gasped, her back arching.

I thumbed the rosy peaks, watching them harden instantly under my touch. She bit her lip, a small whimper escaping her throat.

"Is this... is this how it feels?" she panted.

"We’re just getting started."

I leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, searing kiss while my hands continued to massage her softness, learning the weight and shape of her. I kissed her neck, her collarbone, and then lower, trailing my tongue down the valley between her breasts.

Ariana’s knees gave out.

I swept her up into my arms.

"Lucien!"

I carried her to the plush leather sofa in the corner of the room. I laid her down gently, her ivory hair fanning out like a halo against the dark leather.

I stood over her for a moment, unbuckling my belt.

Ariana watched me, her eyes wide. When I shed my trousers and boxers, revealing myself fully, her breath hitched. Her eyes went to my erection—hard, heavy, and pulsing with anticipation.

"It’s... big," she squeaked, her face burning so hot I thought she might faint.

I knelt between her legs, spreading her thighs apart.

"Don’t be scared," I whispered, leaning over her. "I won’t hurt you."

I kissed her inner thigh, right near the lace of her panties.

"Hyaaa!"

Ariana jolted, her hips bucking off the sofa.

"You’re so sensitive," I murmured, observing the wetness already soaking through the thin fabric. "You’re dripping, Ariana."

"D-Don’t say it...!" she covered her face with her arm, dying of embarrassment.

I hooked my fingers into the sides of her panties.

"Let’s get rid of this final defense."

Snap.

I pulled the lace down and tossed it aside.

Now, she was completely bare.

The reality was far more stunning than any game graphic. Her skin was pristine, glowing in the dim light. Between her legs, she was a soft, natural pink—untouched and innocent.

"Wow," I breathed. "You really are perfect."

I reached out, my fingers brushing against her slick entrance. She was incredibly wet. The clear nectar coated my fingers instantly, evidence of just how much she wanted this.

"L-Lucien... please..." she moaned, her hips moving instinctively against my hand.

"I know. I know you want it."

I positioned myself. I guided the head of my length to her entrance.

"Ariana, look at me." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

She moved her arm, looking up at me with teary, trusting eyes.

"I’m yours," she whispered.

I pushed forward.

Squelch.

I entered her slowly. It was tight—incredibly tight. The hot, wet walls of her sheath clamped around me, welcoming me home.

Then, I hit a barrier.

I paused. I looked at her.

"Ariana...?"

She squeezed her eyes shut, turning her head away.

"I... I saved it," she whispered brokenly. "For the one who would truly see me."

A surge of possessiveness roared through me. She was mine. Her first. Her only.

"I’m honored," I said, kissing her forehead tenderly. "I’m not going to stop, Ariana. But I’ll be gentle."

I pulled back slightly, then thrust forward, breaking through the final resistance.

Pop.

"Ahhh!"

Ariana cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders. A single tear escaped her eye.

I held still, letting her adjust to the intrusion, to the fullness of me inside her. I kissed the tear away.

"It’s okay. I’ve got you."

After a moment, the pain in her face faded, replaced by a dawning sense of pleasure. She adjusted her hips, taking me deeper.

"Lucien... move..." she pleaded softly. "Please... love me."

And I did.

I began to move, slow and rhythmic at first, then faster as her moans filled the room. The heat between us was suffocating, consuming.

In that study, surrounded by ancient tomes and magical artifacts, the Alchemist and the Villain found a formula that wasn’t in any book.

We became one.