Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

"Shut up, idiot, I just parked it", When Damien observed Emilia's exaggerated behavior, he head-butted her. He had positioned his throbbing shaft between her legs, steering clear of any penetration, wishing to hold her tight without barriers—his member getting in the way of their hug—his mouth quivering from her dramatic performance.

"P-parked! It's pressing against me!" Currently, Emilia is unconcerned about the technicalities of whether it was truly inside her. The intense sensation of something solid and cucumber-sized pressing and throbbing against her lower body was more than sufficient to leave her feeling uncomfortable.

"Say one more time and I will enter you", Damien shut his eyes, using his body weight to shift sideways while embracing Emilia. His legs intertwined with hers as he wrapped his arms around her, then buried his face in her hair, which was conveniently close due to their height difference.

"W-wait, I will not say anything", Emilia shuddered as her lips instinctively accepted this man's words, allowing him to take control while she clung to him tightly. Her embrace wasn't driven by affection, but by the fear of him escaping and the potential for him to pounce on her. She was determined not to let him slip away.

"Hey, Emilia", Damien murmured as he inhaled deeply, appreciating the subtle scent of her hair, which carried a delicate fragrance. To him, it seemed more like a natural essence rather than anything artificial like perfume or cologne.

"Wh-what?", As soon as she heard him mention her, she instinctively tightened her hold, wondering if he had reconsidered and might actually do something with her.

"...You will be delicious to eat." Damien softly murmured as he pressed his nose against her scalp, gently caressing her dark hair.

"Huh?" Emilia was struck by lightning, her face becoming pale with her eyes only blinking as her body was wrapped around by Damien. Her mind was still processing the fact that this man had just called her delicious, making her doubts and suspicions about him being some devil even more true.

Damien, not letting her say other words, he continued as his hand slowly moved upward before gripping the chain of her bridal dress from behind as he started to slowly slid it down. While to hide it from her, he kept whispering some words to make her mind busy, he whispered,"You are warm to hug, soft to touch, and have an alluring aroma coming out of you...."

"So, tell me Emilia" Damien continued to murmur as he stealthily unhooked the chain of her dress, unnoticed by her. His hand moved inside, gliding over her tender skin, which felt comfortably warm against the wetness of her clothing,"...Aren't you just a delicacy?"

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When he called her delicious, her heartbeat seemed to stop, especially with her face so close to his chest. Even while hearing his heartbeat, her own thudded fiercely, as though his words had landed a surprising blow, flushing her cheeks bright red and causing her previously tight grip to relax.

She tilted her head up to meet the mischievous glint in his eyes and inquired, "Wh-why are you doing this to me?"

As she sensed her sanity slipping away under the weight of his relentless flirting, which made it all too clear he was interested solely in her body, she bravely questioned him, gazing at that strikingly handsome face that resembled nothing more than a devil luring her into darkness."You don't truly love me; it seems like you're merely pretending to care so you can exploit me before tossing me aside.

Please, Damien, don't do this."

"....you are at least smart enough," Damien's eyes widened for a moment before relaxing as he noticed the tear-filled eyes of Emilia, who looked at him with an unfair gaze, feeling completely shattered due to his continuous trials. He was also surprised knowing that she at least knew he was trying to use her for his own benefit.

"You can just find another heart to break; why me?" Emilia watched him smile and tightened her jaw, recognizing he resembled nothing of the heartless devil she expected. When she bit her lips again, she was engulfed by feelings of helplessness, both mentally and physically.

After her father's death, she witnessed her mother's struggles, which made Emilia try to remain strong, work hard, study, and be a help to her mother.

While ignoring everything a young woman like her might do, from socializing with the opposite gender to falling in love, and even giving time to develop any romantic feelings, she entered her first year of university and encountered a senior renowned as the heir of the Raphael Group.

It wasn't love at first sight; she didn't fall for how handsome he was or for his status, but rather for the way he acted differently from most of the second-generation heirs who developed egos or pride. This is what made her develop a crush on him.

And after three years when he came back into her life, it appeared as if he was savoring every moment while showing how cruelly he was playing with her heart.

She hated him for treating her as a tool, but she felt helpless due to his continuous attempts to make her fall for him.

"Haah? Isn't it because you are better than the others, Emilia? Or why would I want you this badly, huh?" With a mischievous grin, Damien's pitch-black eyes met Emilia's, causing her to gasp in surprise as she nervously bit her lips. Her face twisted in frustration as she reached out, pressing her hands against his chest in an attempt to shove him away.

However, Damien merely halted her push after she barely managed to move him half a hand's breadth. She glared back at him, her eyes igniting with anger, desperate to grasp his true intentions rather than enduring heartbreak and falling for someone who could never reciprocate her feelings, as she yelled, "Just tell me, Damien, what you want and stop making me truly fall in love with you!"

With those words, she lunged forward with her hand clasping his face and, on her own initiative, pressed her lips against him in a kiss. "Mmphhh....t..ell... me.. ...amn it!"