Villain Simulator-Chapter 33: Become My Plaything

Adrian’s POV:

"Adrian, I Love you! Please make me your woman!"

Sylvia shouted, her body quivering and her eyes anxious as she looked at me, who was calm like a lake.

’Hey?’

To be honest, I had an inkling of it when Sylvia brought me here in her hotel room, but when it actually happened, I was genuinely surprised.

I never thought Sylvia would confess so suddenly.

My original plan was to make Sylvia think she had to level up to unlock Archmage’s full potential.

Which would force her to go into a nearby Dungeon Crack suitable for levels 1–10.

Then, I would leak that information to those three delinquent girls, who were also going to level up tomorrow.

Those girls who wanted to harm Sylvia would never pass up the chance to do so in a lawless place like a Dungeon Crack.

In light of this, a clash between these two parties and Sylvia’s being in danger was inevitable.

Then, with my interference, I was planning to make Sylvia unleash a lethal skill of the Archmage Class, killing all three girls unintentionally.

Having turned into a murderer, Sylvia would be really helpless.

Subsequently, the guilds behind those three girls would hunt the murderer, forcing Sylvia to live a life of constant dread.

At that time, I would come and be her light, showing her that she could only find security, solace, and comfort in me.

In the end, she would have no choice but to beg me, wag her tail like a dog in front of me, give me her leash, and be my slave forever as I slowly paint her in my color.

According to this plan, it would have taken a few more days for her to fall, and even if something went wrong, I had fallback plans.

But now, as I observed the agitation in her eyes, I understood that I had already broken her beyond repair.

What she really needed at this point was not maintenance but rather a complete rebuild.

Considering that, I guess it wasn’t really that surprising for her to be this desperate.

Nonetheless, I couldn’t let her get what she wanted so easily.

There had to be conditions, and she had to realize her place first.

Now Sylvia was a fat sheep who had presented herself to me, the king of her Jungle.

And I had no intention of giving up the meat that had entered my mouth.

This was a good opportunity for me to water the seed of subservience that had already germinated in her heart and direct its growth.

’Hehehe.’

Even though I laughed and licked my lips inwardly in anticipation, I didn’t let it show on my face.

Outwardly, I kept staring at Sylvia without saying a word, which put an immense pressure on her shoulders.

The situation was unbearable to Sylvia.

And finally, when she couldn’t take any more, she opened her mouth, barely uttering three words.

"Can you... not?"

"No!"

I shook my head firmly in denial.

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Sylvia’s face turned pale at once, and she stumbled back onto the bed behind her as if she had lost all strength.

But my cold, indifferent gaze remained unchanged.

Although Sylvia had anticipated rejection, but when it actually happened, she couldn’t help but cry out in anguish.

"Why?!"

"Because I already have a few lovers."

"What?!!"

Shocked!

This time Sylvia was truly shocked, and for a brief second she lost her train of thought.

But then, as if she had realized something, she raised her head and intently looked at me.

"Lovers?"

"Yes."

A glimmer of hope appeared to have passed through Sylvia’s eyes upon hearing my affirmation.

Nonetheless, she was embarrassed in her heart, so she covered her skirt with a blanket over her knees to mask her hesitation.

It was cute how she took off her blazer to appear more casual, patted the space next to her, and stretched out her legs.

"That... can you please... sit here... is that okay?"

Naturally, there was no reason to reject her this time.

So I nodded and sat beside her as she leaned her body closer to mine and opened her mouth.

"Ah... Lo... lovers? How far have you gone with those lovers?"

This question was crossing the line, but it was important, so I overlooked it for now.

"Nowhere, we haven’t confessed our feelings yet."

"Really?!!"

Sylvia yelled in surprise and almost tore my eardrums.

"Sylvia, I’m not deaf. You can speak slowly."

"Ah, I’m sorry..."

"Good, and yes."

"Then, can I be your lover too?"

"No."

She asked sincerely, but was once again met with a cold refusal, which only worsened her anxiety.

Making her even more desperate.

"Why?"

"That’s what I should ask you. Why should I make you my lover?"

"..."

The room fell silent, as if Sylvia had been caught off guard by my question.

Then, as if she had finally figured something out, she got that hopeful gleam in her eyes again.

’As long as I get a chance, I will do anything to surpass those girls and become your only lover.’

This was probably what was going on in her head.

It was written all over her face.

Her expressions were that easy to read.

And after a brief period of thought, her response was exactly what I had anticipated.

"Anything... No matter what you say... I will do anything."

’Bingo!’

I cheered in my mind.

This was exactly what I wanted to hear.

However, instead of beaming with joy, I displayed a serious expression and asked Sylvia.

"Do you understand the implications of what you’re saying?"

It was all an act on my part.

But in Sylvia’s ears, these words sounded like a question from someone who was worried for her—a test for her determination and love.

"I understand." She replied as expected.

’Naive!’

And I couldn’t help but mock her in my head.

Despite this, I continued to tempt Sylvia with my words like the devil, a happy glint flashing in my eyes.

"There’s no going back."

"I don’t want to."

"You don’t even know what I will ask you to do."

The more, I asked, the more confident Sylvia’s expressions grew.

"It doesn’t matter, I trust you, and I will do anything."

"Even if you become my plaything?"

"..."

For the first time, Sylvia hesitated, but soon she made a determined face and nodded.

"Yes."

There was a major discrepancy between what I said and what she understood and responded to.

But I had no intention of correcting her.

And unfortunately for her, by the time she realized what she had agreed to, it would be too late.

There was no more need for words.

*

General POV:

"Even if you become my plaything?"

When she heard these words, Sylvia’s heart pounded in her chest as she sat nervously beside Adrian on the bed.

But she understood that he was testing her.

The Adrian she knew was a kind hearted person who would never treat her like this.

Sylvia was confident, and so she replied with determination.

"Yes."

Immediately after Sylvia uttered those words, with a glint of dominance in his eyes, Adrian turned Sylvia’s face toward him.

He didn’t even ask for permission, and Sylvia found herself willingly surrendering to his lead.

Sylvia’s gaze met his, and an anticipation bubbled in her heart about what was about to happen.

At that moment, without a word, Adrian suddenly wrapped his strong arms around Sylvia’s waist, pulling her close to him.

He lowered his head, his warm breath caressing her lips before he claimed them in a possessive kiss.

"Chuu...mmm...Mmmnnhh!!"

The kiss was anything but gentle.

It was a declaration of control and ownership.

Adrian’s lips pressed firmly against hers, his tongue demanding entrance, and Sylvia acquiesced willingly, parting her lips to allow him in.

"Hnnngh...!"

She moaned softly as he deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth with an expert touch that left her weak in the knees.

It was Sylvia’s first kiss, and Adrian completely dominated her.

His hands roamed all over her body, firmly but sensually, asserting his control over her.

Not to mention, he knew just how to touch her and how to make her body respond to his every command.

Every touch and every caress from him sent sparks of pleasure through her, and Sylvia found herself yearning for more.

The kiss continued, and Sylvia felt a strange, intense mixture of pleasure and submission.

Finally, Adrian broke the kiss.

His eyes locked with Sylvia’s.

They were filled with such intense possessiveness that it sent shivers down Sylvia’s spine.

It was then that he ran a finger along her jawline, declaring in a low and commanding voice.

"You’re mine, Sylvia."

Sylvia’s breath hitched at his words, her heart soaring with a sense of happiness in her submission.

"Yes, Adrian,"

Sylvia whispered, her voice barely audible.

Pleased with her response, Adrian rewarded her with a devilish smile.

"Good girl."

But then, immediately, his smile receded, and a sadistic glint flashed in his eyes as he ordered.

"Now Kneel...!!!"

"What?!"