Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

"Now, shall we look at my wife?" With a playful tone, Damien glanced at Emilia, who had wrapped herself snugly in the blanket beside him. The thin material allowed her figure to subtly show through, resembling a snow-capped mountain with curves flowing gracefully from her waist to her hips and down her legs.

The delicate white blanket draped over her was reminiscent of fresh snow adorning a towering peak. With that imagery in mind, Damien grasped the fabric of the blanket, resolved to uncover all the hidden \'snow\' himself.

"Kyaaah~!" Just when Emilia thought she was beginning to overcome the whirlwind of memories, the morning sun poured into her line of sight as Damien pulled back the blanket, forcing her to instinctively cover her breasts with one hand and her intimate area with the other.

"Now this is something gorgeous," Damien whispered, his gaze wandering across her bare form, unable to control the way his eyes flicked up and down.

Her body was laid bare in the soft morning light, every curve accentuated by the natural glow. Her breasts, firm and full, pressed against her arm as she tried to cover them, but her efforts only emphasized their perfect shape.

Her nipples, a soft pink and still slightly hardened from the lingering arousal, peeked from between her fingers.

The curve of her waist drew his attention down to her hips, wide and inviting, leading to the softness of her thighs.

Her skin, flushed from their night together, glowed with a faint sheen of sweat, the smoothness of her stomach leading his gaze lower.

Between her legs, her pussy, though modestly covered by her hand, still held traces of the night\'s passion.

Her nether petals, or vulva, were slightly swollen, and the faintest glisten of moisture remained. Traces of dried white fluid mixed with remnants of blood remained near them, while her inner thighs bore the softest hints of redness—a reminder of how intensely they had shared the night.

Even in her attempt to shield herself, the beauty of her form was undeniable. The way her body reacted to him, how her legs remained slightly parted, revealed her vulnerability and the satisfaction she had clearly felt.

Every inch of her was a masterpiece, from the curve of her neck to the way her raven hair cascaded across her shoulders, her chest rising and falling with each breath as she watched him with a mix of embarrassment.

"St-stop! Don\'t look," As Emilia caught sight of his gaze lingering on her, she quickly shut her eyes, determined to avoid his piercing stare. She curled her body, folding her legs tightly against her as she lay on the bed in an attempt to shield herself.

Ding

[Emilia Blake\'s favorability increased from 30 (Crush) to 58 (Lover).]

Even though Emilia had yelled and acted as if she hated him, the notification that had just popped up in front of him assured Damien that he had indeed achieved what he wanted. This caused him to slightly lean forward near her ear and whisper, "Do you remember when I said you would eventually fall in love once I claimed your body?"

\'?!\'

The moment Damien whispered those words near her ear, Emilia\'s body flinched. While tightly shutting her eyes and covering her private parts with her hand, she felt even more mentally exposed to this man who realized that she had indeed fallen for him.

She hated herself for falling for someone like this man, who could just throw her away. Though she wasn\'t aware of why he was doing this, she at least knew that he was evil—very evil; he was clearly a devil.

And it appeared she had fallen for this devil.

Even in her college years, when her friends would mention how they categorized boys into two kinds: those who were loyal and those who were clearly f-boys.

She always heard from a few of her friends how they preferred a loyal boy over an f-boy. But they eventually found themselves attracted more to f-boys, finding them hot instead of loyal ones who acted immaturely and had not much social experience with women.

Though, of course, in all the cases where a woman fell for such an f-boy, their relationship didn\'t last long since there wasn\'t any loyalty, only infatuation that ended soon.

Emilia was thinking about those things just now because she had just categorized Damien in the f-boy category since she knew he wasn\'t loyal at all.

\'Stupid, Emilia, why him!\' Emilia cursed herself inwardly as she tightly clenched her jaws, shutting her eyes as she felt that she had made the biggest mistake of her life by falling for this man and coming to terms with the fact that she sensed him once again whispering near her ears.

"You really have fallen for me, haven\'t you?" Damien grinned as he whispered while his hand brushed her cascading hair, inhaling its scent as he felt like teasing her, seeing that expression on her face.

"Damn you!" Emilia couldn\'t help but express her frustration as she opened her eyes, teary-eyed, looking toward the man who was smiling at her with a face that made her feel helpless. Though her vision was blurred by tears, she could still see him.

She was aware that she was just going to be used for his selfish gains, but it appeared she was caught by the well-known shackle called love, prompting her to look at him with a teary gaze.

"Shouldn\'t we take a bath now?" Damien, seeing her teary eyes, directly lifted her off the bed before moving towards the bathroom while carrying her in a princess carry. One hand groped her breast while the other firmly held her ass as he carried her.

"Stop now, you pervert! Why do you smell like you pooped?" Emilia, being carried by him, noticed a very bad smell coming from his body. It was so repulsive that it seemed as if he had bathed in human waste. Due to her embarrassment and the fact that her mind was engaged in other things, she hadn\'t noticed it before. But now that she was aware of it, "Bluerrghhhh!"

"Shut up, I am going to rub this poop on you," Damien grinned as a tease. However, upon closer inspection, it became apparent that black liquid was seeping from his body. Because Emilia was averting her face and not looking at him, she didn\'t notice the change in his facial features.