Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

"T-this is molestation!" Emilia cried out as she sat on Damien's lap inside the speeding police car on the highway. Her voice trembled from the struggle as she found herself perched on his lap, his arm wrapped around her waist. Despite her efforts, she couldn't help but shriek when she felt his fingers tracing circles around her belly button through the thin fabric of her bridal dress.

"Nah...this is heaven." Damien rested his chin on her shoulder, his fingers tracing the lines of her abdomen, feeling the softness of her silky skin. His eyes were closed, head tilted resting on hers, even as she yelled and squirmed in discomfort. Right now, his priority was to forget about his broken knuckles.

Yes, because of the punch he landed on Edward, he ended up fracturing a finger and a few bones in his hand.

Even though he could handle the pain, the feeling of her perky rear pressing against his thighs, the trembling of her body muffling his throbbing shaft, was getting him all hot and bothered.

Her body seemed tailor-made for cuddling, wrapping him in a cocoon of softness, fluffiness, and heat.

He had inhabited various bodies for different villains, and among all of them, he had to use resources to help him navigate their issues. Currently residing in Damien's body, he found himself simply a human with sexual desires.

He believed this was the most effective method to cope with the suffering. (He was just using resources, definitely not enjoying this)

"You will be in jail if you keep poking that thing!" Emilia's face turned crimson the moment she felt something hard and trembling poking beneath her, while he seemed to move his body while hugging her from behind. It was as if he was adjusting her body to his desired angle, which she clearly understood what he was trying to achieve.

"I'll even handle hell if you stay seated," Damien grinned lasciviously as he nuzzled his head, tapping lightly while his fingers inched up the two perky curve of the bridal dress with eager anticipation. Deliberately, he had positioned the delicate fabric to trace the softness of her skin with thin yet strong fabric tingling as clouds hiding the two peaks firmly within.

Once again, Emilia retorted, "You're disgusting, using me like this!"

Damien remained indifferent as he casually used his hand to move in a circular motion around her lower bust, causing a sudden flinch to ripple through her body as he whispered, "Disgusting? Or dangerously good? Your body can't seem to decide."

"Ah?!, How dare you!" Suddenly, Emilia's eyes widened as she felt his fingers tracing her lower breasts. She leaned forward, then swiftly backed away to land a hit on Damien's face.

"Ouch!" But to her dismay, by tilting his head he dodged the upcoming attack, causing her head to hit the back of the seat as she abruptly clenched her head and fell on the nearby seat while wincing, "It hurts!"

"Sigh, who told you to hit me then?" Damien released a heavy sigh and turned his head to glimpse at her backside. Her head was tucked beneath her hands on the opposite side, her perky rear end lifted towards him. The tight bridal gown accentuated her curves, causing Damien to feel torn.

Was he the villain, being tempted to toy with this innocent woman?

Or was she the cunning one, flaunting herself so openly to entice him into becoming the villain?

In any case, he was aware that in this scenario, the constellations would either blame him for being a wicked lecher if he pounced on her, or label him as naïve if he chose to let this opportunity slip away.

So, he smacked her cakes.

"Kyahhhh~!?" Emilia's tear-streaked face contorted in pain as she gripped her buttocks, the sensation of a tight slap sending shivers down her spine. With no support, her head fell back onto the seat as her buttocks remained tightly stretched by her hands under the white fabric.

"Boss, we arrive—um, should I park the car in the alley?" Braking the car, the cop—barely 4 feet tall—glanced towards the rear seat. His eyes widened as he spotted a woman in a revealing bridal gown, squeezing her buttocks seductively, enticing the gentleman next to her to make a move. (*his distorted perspective)

"Huh? How indecent of you, Emilia," Damien snickered at the humorous misunderstanding that had occurred, which could be considered perfect timing.

'Ow, what is he uttering,' Emilia, unaware of all the miscommunication caused by her very seductive posture, slowly rubbed her buttocks as she stood and sat. With her hand still pressed between her skin and the seat, she felt the pain of his slap. She turned her teary eyes towards him, giving him a pained gaze as she reminded him in a mumbled tone, "I'll never forgive you for this."

Damien, who opened the car door as it swung open before taking a step out from the car, glanced at the woman who didn't notice how she was now not handcuffed, with a teasing gaze and devilish smile on his face, he declared, "Forgive me or not, you'll never forget how I make you feel."

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'How humiliating,' Emilia thought, feeling embarrassed by the situation she found herself in. The remnants of heat near her ears betrayed her feelings.

'Woman, why are you so obvious?' Damien turned his eyes away from her with a smile forming as he saw how easy to read Emilia was, and confirming her doubt was another notification.

[ 𝙴𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚎'𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 -𝟺𝟷 (𝙴𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚢) 𝚝𝚘 -𝟷𝟶 (𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕). ]

'Good development,' Damien thought, feeling somewhat satisfied by the noticeable change in her favorability towards him. He then reached out his hand towards her and said, "Let's go, you need to see your mother too, don't you?

"What?" Emilia blankly looked at this man, knowing well that a man like him would never pass up this opportunity. Instead of taking her home, he would likely take her to a hotel to fulfill his lust.

So, she was not going to trust his word in a thousand years.