BXBX NOVEL Chapter 102: Villain Simulator, Ch 101
Chapter 102: Villain Simulator, Ch 101
Her large, bouncy breasts and soft, round buttocks, her skin as smooth as velvet.
He held her hands tightly above her head while his other hand cupped her ample breasts, shaping them to his liking.
Alice started to say something but Lucas cut her off by pulling her into a deep kiss.
As Lucas' lips touched hers and she felt her whole body tremble; he was enjoying the soft feel of her lips on his own.
As the moments passed, he pressed his lips harder, turning her pretty face red. Lucas opened his mouth and began to suck on her lips. She felt his lips rubbing and sucking on hers, making her feel ashamed.
She couldn't do anything as he sucked, bit and nibbled on her lips. She wanted to push him away but held back for the sake of her plan.
Finally Lucas opened his mouth and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Alice's mind went completely blank from the simulation she was experiencing from the kiss and the squeezing of her breasts.
Lucas managed to get into her mouth and began to intertwine their tongues. Alice wanted to stop immediately so she unconsciously bit his tongue.
Lucas pulled his tongue out and said "Ouch! Miss Alice, why did you do that?"
Seeing this, Alice panicked, not wanting her plan to be Klee's mother to fail, a determined look appeared on her face.
She wrapped her hands around his neck and took the initiative to kiss him. Lucas was surprised, he had not thought Alice would go so far for her plan, but he returned the kiss.
Alice forced herself to allow his tongue to enter hers as he sucked greedily on her tongue. The intense kiss continued for several minutes as they lost themselves in the intimate moment.
His hands moved to her milky breasts and he cupped them both and began to squeeze them roughly. Alice's body trembled with anticipation, no one had ever touched her there before.
After kneading her breasts for a while, he moved his mouth closer to her perky nipples and began to suck on them aggressively.
"Ahn~", a sweet moan escaped her mouth as she immediately covered her mouth.
Lucas didn't want her to do that, he wanted to humiliate her completely, so he bit her nipples.
"Aahhnn," she moaned loudly in pain and pleading.
Eventually Lucas stopped his relentless attacks and his gaze moved to her nether regions.
He removed his clothes in an instant, Alice's eyes wandering to his bulging dragon, she could only gasp at its size, wondering if it would fit inside her.
Lucas wasted no time in lifting her legs and inserting his cock into her pink pussy.
Alice panicked and tried to say something about it being her first time, but Lucas cut her off with a kiss and immediately thrust his dick into her cave.
Tears streamed down her face and it was only then that Lucas noticed the crimson blood oozing from her cave. His expression changed to one of confusion but he did not stop, every time he saw Alice in pain he felt immense pleasure.
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A hour later.
Lucas did not go back on his word; he was not gentle. In fact, he was rough.
In previous simulations, he had always taken on the role of the villain. However, when it came to women—whether they were willing or coerced—he maintained a certain level of gentleness. There were two reasons for this: first, he didn't harbor any hatred toward them, and second, all of them were "first-time kills." Unfortunately, neither of these reasons applied to Alice in his eyes.
Yet, Lucas found himself feeling conflicted.
On one side of the bed, Alice lay wrapped in a blanket, her body trembling as faint sobs escaped her. On the other side, a white towel was spread out, and underneath it were faint crimson stains.
This doesn't make sense... Lucas thought. Alice already has a daughter. How could there still be...?
Could her elf physiology be capable of regenerating, like Ursa's healing abilities? But that didn't add up—Ursa was a reptile that shed its skin, while the elf race was still mammalian.
Over the past half hour, Lucas had executed his revenge operation flawlessly—perhaps even more successfully than he had anticipated. This was clear from Alice's current state; not only was she completely broken down, but she was also... Cough, cough.
"I'm sorry, Miss Alice," Lucas said awkwardly. "I didn't know you were..."
"Is that a reason to be so harsh?" Alice replied, her back still turned to him, her voice laced with tears. "You weren't gentle at all..."
"This isn't about that," Lucas said, feeling unsettled. "Why were you still... I mean, didn't you have a daughter?"
Did you give birth in a stable or something?
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"This is a long story," Alice began, turning to face Lucas. Her snow-white cheeks were streaked with tears. "It's a secret I've buried deep in my heart. But since you're my future husband, I suppose it's okay to tell you."
As she spoke, she winced slightly, the lingering pain evident on her face despite her powerful elf physiology.
"Is it still... very painful?" Lucas asked, his gaze shifting uneasily.
Alice sighed. "I knew it would hurt, so I prepared painkillers in advance. But since it was my first time, I wanted to experience it authentically. I didn't expect it to hurt this much... I guess I have a fragile spot after all."
"I can't take all the blame," Lucas said helplessly. "I thought you had already..."
"Let's not dwell on that," Alice interrupted, her face flushing slightly. "This story starts five hundred years ago."
"That long?" Lucas murmured, surprised.
"Do you want to hear it or not?" Alice frowned. "This is the first time I'm sharing this with anyone, so I'm not sure how much I'll say."
"Please, continue," Lucas urged. "We have the whole night."
Alice nodded. "The elf race is long-lived, and our numbers are few. Over time, I've witnessed death many times, and the more I saw, the more I began to fear it. No matter how long one lives, death is inevitable."
"So, I started traveling the world, searching for a way to achieve immortality. But I made little progress—until one day, I arrived in the kingdom of Khaenri'ah, long before its destruction. It was there that I met someone—Rhinedottir, a powerful alchemist. We exchanged knowledge, and I asked her about the possibility of immortality."
"Even with all her expertise, she couldn't grant immortality," Alice continued. "But she told me that the true meaning of life lies in inheritance, not eternity. The passing down of life itself is a form of immortality. When you pass on life, you may no longer be obsessed with immortality."
"At the time, I proposed a naive idea. I told her that even if I had children, they too would eventually die. If they had no descendants, it still wouldn't achieve true immortality, would it?"
"Rhinedottir then shared a bold concept with me. At that time, she had made significant breakthroughs in alchemy. As you're an alchemist yourself, you should know about the four stages of alchemy, right?"
Alice's sudden question briefly interrupted her story. As a master alchemist, Lucas immediately responded, "Of course—Black Soil, White Chalk, Red Essence, and Gold."
He elaborated:
- Black Soil: The beginning, the origin, the raw material.
- White Chalk: The start of transformation, where impurities are removed while the essence is retained.
- Red Essence: The process of refining the essence and shaping it.
- Gold: The final stage, turning the raw Black Soil into valuable Gold—alchemy's ultimate miracle.
"Exactly," Alice nodded. "Unlike alchemy in other nations, Khaenri'ah's alchemy focuses on living beings, or biological alchemy. At that time, Rhinedottir had advanced past the Black Soil stage and reached the Chalk stage in biological alchemy. Using the limited and precious materials she had, she created two 'eggs' and infused one with my genetic material."
Lucas began to piece it together. "So, that egg... it became your daughter?"
"Yes," Alice confirmed. "That's why, even though I have a descendant, I remained... well..." She trailed off, a hint of embarrassment crossing her face as she shifted the conversation.
"But hatching this egg took a long time, so I carried it with me as I traveled across the continent of Teyvat. It became my only source of comfort during my five-hundred-year journey. Every heartbeat and movement from within the egg filled me with immense joy. I started to understand Rhinedottir's words—my daughter was the continuation of my life, more precious than any pursuit of immortality."
"It wasn't until twelve years ago that she finally hatched. Even though she was just born, we had been mother and daughter for five hundred years."
"At that time, I was ready to give up being an adventurer and devote myself to my daughter. But there was one last task I had to complete, so I temporarily left her in the care of the Favonius Knights. What I didn't expect was..."
Tears welled up in Alice's eyes once again, her voice breaking.
Finally, Lucas understood. Klee wasn't just an ordinary child; she was an alchemical being—a life created by infusing Alice's essence. This explained why Klee could grow and develop normally, and why she had even been granted a Vision. Alchemical beings that advanced beyond the Chalk stage could be considered true "life."
"I can understand your pain," Lucas said softly. "Whether it's five hundred years or five years, losing a close family member is a pain that no one should bear."
"Don't feel sorry for me. I'll give all my unfulfilled maternal love to Klee," Alice tightened her grip on Lucas's hand, her eyes alight with passion. "Once we get married, I will be a good mother!"
Her excitement jolted Lucas out of his earlier emotions. He had almost forgotten that the reason Alice was enduring everything was to "obtain" Klee.
"You have no idea how much your words mean to me, but..." Lucas's tone turned serious. "Klee is not a substitute for your daughter."
"I... I know!" Alice realized her slip and quickly added, "Please don't misunderstand. I want to marry you not just because of Klee but because... I really, really like you!"
To be honest, Alice's acting was terrible. Her evasive gaze and the sweat on her forehead revealed her guilt. But Lucas didn't care—after all, he was a "fraud" too.
"I've understood your situation completely," Lucas said, standing up and putting on his clothes. "Anyway, you should get some rest. I'm leaving now."
"Wait... wait a minute..." Alice asked nervously. "What about our marriage?"
Is he going to pull up his pants and deny everything?
"I mentioned earlier that this was a trial to see if we're compatible," Lucas said, turning back with a disappointed look. "On a scale of one to a hundred, how would you rate your performance just now?"
Rate myself? Alice was taken aback. How does one even rate something like this?
"Um..." She pressed her index fingers together, cautiously saying, "Around... eighty points?"
She really dares to say that...
"Twenty-three point five," Lucas said, shaking his head. "No more than that."
"Why is there a decimal point?" Alice asked in frustration, momentarily at a loss. "And how did you come up with that score? Did you just make it up?"
"I have very strict grading standards," Lucas raised a finger. "Do you want to hear them? The first assessment is oral—"
"No! No need for details!" Alice quickly interrupted, her face flushing. "So... did I fail?"
Lucas's words struck a blow to Alice's confidence. She had assumed that with her beauty and figure, she could easily make any man submit. But Lucas clearly had "higher" expectations.
As Lucas watched Alice's expression shift, a wave of satisfaction washed over him. Moments of triumph are exhilarating, but prolonged victories are even sweeter. There's nothing more satisfying than watching an enemy falter.
"How about we have the wedding in a week?" Lucas said nonchalantly. "Let's have it at Favonius Cathedral."
"Eh?" Alice seemed stunned, murmuring, "Did you just agree... to marry me?"
"Although you are lacking in that area," Lucas forced a gentle smile, "Klee seems to like you."
"Th-thank you!" Alice beamed, her face lighting up. "I will be a good mother! Klee... hee hee... my Klee..."
Not even pretending anymore, huh? Lucas thought.
It's okay, Alice. Just give all your maternal love to Klee. The deeper your love, the more painful it will be when your dream shatters.
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When Lucas returned to the Alchemist Workshop, Sucrose was still there, tidying up the shelves.
"Welcome back," she said, not looking up from her work. "How did it go?"
"It went smoothly," Lucas replied, hesitating before adding, "The wedding will be in a week."
Bang!
A potion bottle slipped from Sucrose's hand, shattering on the floor. The deep purple liquid spilled out, releasing a strange fragrance.
"Sucrose?" Lucas frowned, concerned. "Are you okay?"
Their relationship was delicate. Sucrose had spent a decade of her youth in this very workshop, a clear testament to her feelings for Lucas. Now, hearing about his upcoming marriage to Alice, someone he barely knew, made him feel like a scoundrel.
"I'm fine," Sucrose quickly bent down to clean up the mess but accidentally cut her finger on the broken glass.
She was usually careful and reliable, but within ten seconds, she made two mistakes. It was clear something was bothering her.
Lucas took out a band-aid and gently held her hand, applying it to the wound. "This is just part of the revenge plan," he whispered. "Once we destroy Alice, we'll leave Mondstadt together."
"You've said that before," Sucrose replied quietly, her gaze lingering on the blood on her finger. "You originally wanted to use Klee as part of your revenge, but now... can you still go through with it?"
Her soul-searching question left Lucas speechless.
It was true—he had changed the "revenge plan" because of his own selfishness. He could no longer bring himself to put Klee in harm's way. He knew Klee couldn't win against Alice, and using her as a pawn was something Lucas could no longer stomach.
"I won't let that happen," Lucas finally said, placing a comforting hand on Sucrose's shoulder. "Alice is different from Klee. She's my enemy, and I won't... I won't be merciful."
"You should get some rest," he added, picking up a cloth to clean the spilled potion. "By the way, what kind of potion is this? I've never seen it before."
"It's the Slime Dissolution Essence I just refined," Sucrose answered flatly. "It has a strong dissolving effect on skin and muscle."
Lucas gave a wry smile. "Something that dangerous should definitely be kept out of Klee's reach."
"I'll take care of it," he said, continuing to clean up the spill.
Sucrose remained silent, quietly watching her hand as a drop of purple potion slid down her smooth skin.
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Author's Note: Nah not adding these scenes again... .-.