A Regressed Villain: Heroines, Villainesses and Me?
Chapter 139: Chapter 141- Her dilemma

"Ahh! No!!" Aria swiftly sprang into action, taken aback by his sudden move of pulling down her panties. Her hands, which had been resting on the bedsheet, quickly moved forward to cover her lower region, but it took her three seconds to achieve this.

And naturally, two seconds was all an eye needed.

So, 1 second ago,

Avendial's eyes roamed over her flushed body, the moonlight filtering through the large windows casting a soft yet serene glow on her milky white skin.

His silver hair glinted under the dim light, his intense blue eyes fixed on her exposed pussy, just barely hidden by the mess of her jeans and panties bunched around her thighs.

The sight of her pink folds, peeking through a soft patch of dark hair, made her breathing hitch due to his gaze appearing hungry and unapologetic, as if he was feasting his eyes.

"You're hiding it?" He smirked, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he watched her attempt to cover herself with trembling hands. "After all that, you think you can hide it from me now?"

Her face burned hot as she bit her lip, her eyes avoiding his, her breaths coming out in shaky gasps. "N-No... I just..."

"Shhh, there's no point," he murmured, leaning in closer, his warm breath tickling her ear as he pried one of her hands away with firm but gentle force.

Her fingers dug into the sheets, her chest rising and falling rapidly, trying desperately to contain herself.

When he finally pulled her hand away, revealing her wet pussy fully, he let out a low growl of approval. "Look at you," he teased, his voice a dark whisper. "All that effort to hide... and yet, you're already dripping for me."

'!?'

"I—I," Her eyes widened, her lips parting to protest, but only a soft whimper escaped.

The flush on her cheeks deepened, spreading down to her chest as she squirmed beneath his gaze.

"D-Don't say it like that..." she managed to whisper, her voice cracking.

But Avendial wasn't in the mood to let her protest. Even a small, sudden realization of this situation could make everything futile.

It was similar to how, in anger, people used to utter anything on their minds without caring about the feelings of those in front of them, because anger is the strongest enemy of the human brain.

So, it wasn't that the brain, a complex machine, couldn't be fooled into falling into a state where it isn't able to judge the situation clearly, just like Aria's present situation, where she wasn't even aware that she had forgotten her childhood love and was about to give herself to a stranger.

A stranger she had only just met four days ago—on the 14th she met him, and on the 18th, they were going to have sex.

If someone were to think about it, where one's childhood love was forgotten in merely four days, it would seem like a joke and illogical.

Of course, only if the mind is sane enough to think it.

Burdened by emotions and turmoil, with only one hand stretching toward her, she was in a vulnerable position to give everything that belonged to her to him.

So, putting everything aside, he took a straightforward approach, directly taking the initiative.

In the end, his current aim is simple: before the brain tries to make sense of things, he would fuck it senseless—because the best way to quiet the smart women is to fuck their brains out.

Is it not?

Avendial leaned down, capturing her lips in a rough kiss that left her gasping for air.

With one hand still pinning her wrist above her head, his other hand slid down, tracing the curve of her waist before slipping beneath her shirt.

His fingers found her nipple, already stiff, and he gave it a firm pinch—déjà vu.

"A-Ah...! Aven!" she cried out, her back arching as he twisted the sensitive bud.

Her mind was a chaotic mess—every nerve ending in her body was on fire, and she couldn't stop the desperate moans that slipped past her lips.

"That's it, say my name," he whispered against her lips, his voice low and commanding. "I want to hear you... all of you."

Her resolve crumbled completely as his fingers danced down her stomach, stopping just above where her panties were pushed halfway down.

Of course, what did he do there?

He slid it down more.

She was panting, her lips swollen from his kisses, her mind spinning.

"Please... Aven.." she managed to gasp, her hands feebly pushing at his chest but with no real strength behind it.

She couldn't fight him—not when her own body was betraying her, wet and aching for his touch.

"You want to hear a story, Aria?" he asked, his eyes glinting as he leaned back, tugging her jeans down her thighs—but given its tightness, he just stopped once its band reached her knees, taking her soaked panties along with them.

Her pussy was glistening, exposed to the cool air, and she whimpered, squeezing her thighs together instinctively.

But Avendial wasn't going to allow that.

He seized her by the legs, where the half-jeans were still doing their job, and skillfully swung them over one shoulder. Her heels stayed put, resting above him while her ankles rested comfortably on his left shoulder.

The sight of her squirming to keep her thighs pressed together with her legs hanging off his shoulder made him grin. Her heart was pounding, and the wet fabric left little to the imagination, showcasing her underboob.

it's delicate, curvy, and satin white, the skin of her underboob stretching and relaxing as her chest rises and dips with her breathing.

Avendial's eyes were locked onto Aria's trembling form as he finally slid his pants down with one hand while the other held both of her legs above his shoulder, the fabric of her tight jeans brushing over his palm.

swish

'!?'

Given that her hands were trying to protest in the hope of hiding her nether region, her eyes were exposed, and as he slid down his pants, she saw everything. Her black eyes reflected the sight in front of her.

His cock sprang free, thick and pulsing, the veins prominent as it stood proudly before her.

The moonlight streaming through the windows cast a silver glow on his sculpted body, highlighting the stark contrast between his light-toned, muscular chest and the shadowed dips of his abs.

His silver hair fell messily over his eyes, which burned with a hunger that sent a shiver down Aria's spine.

"HIEKK!?" Aria's breath hitched as she took in the sight.

"Ah...! St-stop it", Her hands flew up to cover her eyes, but she couldn't resist sneaking peeks through her fingers,'Oh my god' Stay updated through M-V-L

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The sheer size of his shaft made her gulp; it looked almost too big and too thick to handle, and she instinctively squeezed her thighs together, her wet pussy already aching with a mix of fear and anticipation—given her foreplay at auction house and the effects of the aphrodisiac playing vital roles.

In short: An artificially induced anticipation.

Avendial's smirk widened as he noticed her reaction, his teasing tone dripping with dominance.

"Scared, Aria?" he teased, his voice husky. He tilted his head over his left shoulder, which was supported by her feet. With a narrowed gaze and a smile, he further added, "How about I tell you the story I just mentioned a moment ago? Want to hear?"