The Villain Who Robbed the Heroines

The darkness held the sky.

And the moon stood in its grasp.

Bellow it, a man lying alone in the Eliatta Gorge, used the night as his blanket.

Slowly, this man opened his eyes.

"......"

Even though he had returned to the living world he so yearned for,

Ferzen couldn’t feel a thing as he stared at the night sky.

No, to be precise, he couldn't muster any sentiment.

His mind was only occupied by the bothersome hard ground and the one-dimensional thought that the blowing wind was cold.

Rustle.

As he sat up and looked around, blatant traces indicated that the war had not ended yet.

Especially the faint lights visible here and there in the distance must be the new positions of the Elmark Empire, which had finally occupied the Eliatta Gorge and used it as a foothold.

"Who goes there──!"

"......"

"Identify yourself!"

The patrol guards, who were expanding their range and returning to their positions after patrolling the surroundings, raised their voices upon discovering Ferzen illuminated by the faint moonlight.

In response, Ferzen stared at them without a word, then touched his altar and pulled out Isabel's corpse from his subspace.

"Ah......"

The Witch’s gorgeous silver hair fluttered in the blowing wind.

That beautiful appearance that remained unchanged despite being a dead corpse instantly captivated the soldiers, but it was soon replaced by a shocking realization that awakened them.

A witch of the century who possessed a beauty that was second to none,

And the man wearing a uniform engraved with the emblem of the scale, who manipulated the witch's corpse…

"Surely, he... he should be dead...?"

Yes, they were confused as to why a being who should be in the underworld existed in the living world.

Puzzled by that nonsensical contradiction, they began to take steps back.

But soon, as if to settle that confusion, a flash of light fiercely bloomed, tearing through the darkness...

Crackle──!

When that fleeting moment passed, all that remained from the patrol guards were the charred ground and the disgusting stench of burned meat.

「 We're under attack! 」

Naturally, there was no way the enemies could have missed the resonance of that magic power.

The chorus of lightning painted the night.

As such, bit by bit, the encroaching darkness within the Eliatta Gorge was driven away.

"......"

The time that had passed in the underworld was half a day.

However, the time that had passed in the living world was 27 days.

The Elmark Empire was the first one who experienced the Villain’s Return.

*****As the sun rises.

The morning dawns.

Standing amidst the ruins of the Elmark Imperial Army's positions that had turned to ashes, Ferzen swiftly wiped the crimson blood from his cheek.

They had attacked him, so he had responded in kind, but even after directly killing so many people, he felt a distinct sense of discomfort from himself.

In particular, his memory was telling him that he needed to hurry back to the Ernes Empire soon, but the urgency and impatience that memory held were not conveyed to this body.

As if his emotions had dried up.

Yuriel.

Laura.

Euphemia.

Jeremiah.

Even all those memories intertwined with the imperial family of the Ernes Empire.

They felt unreachable - A dissonant note in his mind.

I see.

This could only be the result of Lizzy’s influence, who used her karma to twist causality.

Flinch!

And the moment he realized that Ferzen was able to feel something akin to emotion in this body for the first time since returning to the living world.

It was a pull as if yearning for his other half.

At the same time, it was an intense attachment that he absolutely could not lose.

So perhaps that was why Ferzen took a step in the opposite direction.

To the place where, about a month ago in the time of the living world, he had bid farewell to Lizzy.

*****As the cold winter gradually recedes,

March heralds the arrival of the vibrant spring.

The snow-covered fields reveal the ripening soil for new sprouts, hinting at the renewal of a cycle that appeared to have reached its end.

"Ha... Kuk!"

Ferzen, who had followed Lizzy’s traces fell to his knees, as his heart seemed to burst from the strain of running all the way here.

How long had he been running without even sleeping?

His clothes were covered in dirt, and his distinctive black hair was in a miserable state of disarray, making him look pathetic.

However, Ferzen was convinced that his choice was not wrong.

Because right in front of his eyes, under the tree on the verge of spring's full awakening,

Lizzy was sitting quietly, looking at him.

“You know…I was wondering what you would look like when you returned to the world of Living…”

"......"

“But this unsightly appearance is far worse than I had imagined…However, it suits you well.”

Gone was the broken girl from that time.

Now Lizzy bore a elegant dress that resonated with her deep purple eyes, as she sprouted a mocking smile, with her alluring red lips.

Looking at her, Ferzen lifted his weary body and approached, grasping her delicate wrist.

Seeing her and touching her up close like this made it even more vividly felt.

The impulse of his body yearning for her.

It was a primal desire. Something that easily surpassed humanity’s three major needs - eating, sleeping, and copulating.

"Mmph!"

Fully confronting it, Ferzen lowered his head and ravenously violated Lizzy's lips.

How could she resist this man?

How could she respond to him?

As he violated the lips of a woman who knew nothing of such things, Ferzen thoroughly teased her mouth.

There was no sense of consideration at all.

A purely selfish act of craving her existence.

Not bothering to suppress the rising displeasure, Lizzy threw her head back.

"Mmph!"

Then, the large hands that had been holding her wrists instantly gripped her hair and firmly supported the back of her head.

There was nowhere to run.

And frankly, she had no will to run either.

Because Lizzy could see that Ferzen seemed…Almost afraid of something.

Despite the overwhelming difference in their physiques, he clung to her desperately, tightly binding her body to his.

Clearly, anyone could see that it was Ferzen who had the upper hand.

Yet it was Lizzy who was mocking him with a sense of composure.

Rip!

Soon, a rough hand tore her clothes off.

Ferzen's lips, descending further, violated her neck and modest breasts.

And the hideous penis, already out of his pants and twitching...

Squish!

It roughly ravaged the cutely closed pink vulva and deeply penetrated inside to explore her.

The body heat, scent, pulsation, and warmth felt in the process.

They all began to awaken everything in him that had been forcibly locked away.

The pain of struggling with obsession, and the frustration of having no choice but to compromise with it.

The urgency, impatience, and anxiety he felt through the existence of Ciel Midford.

The possessiveness towards Euphemia, who had become his only peace and refuge, and the love he realized through her.

The affection he had for Yuriel, who had dedicated her entire life to him.

The sense of kinship he felt with Laura, who carried a pain similar to his own.

The familial love of Jeremiah, who saw him as a brother despite him being the family's black sheep.

The loyalty to the imperial family that he had devoted himself to, even though he was incompetent.

Yes, 25 years.

All those emotions contained in the memories he had felt while living as a human named Ferzen.

They began to be fully engraved in his body.

And thus, at last...

What he had forgotten.

What he had lost.

What he had recalled.

What he had regained.

Clearly realizing that, Ferzen craved Lizzy's existence even more.

Squish!

"Augh! Ah... Ugh!"

Lizzy groaned in pain as she suffered through this intercourse that lacked any sort of consideration, while her hands clutched Ferzen’s neck, as the man pounded her insides like a beast.

"Ungh...! Haa... Ah... Haha!"

The body newly created by twisting causality gave her virginity to him once again.

The vulva, skewered by a monstrosity, was treated like a toy, shedding a pitiable amount of blood, but…

Lizzy’s face didn’t show a single shed of the pain her body was feeling.

Instead, her mouth curled up in a twisted sneer.

Squish!

"Ack...!"

Without formality.

Without manners.

Without dignity.

As if still feeling unsatisfied despite his desperate exploration of her, he roughly thrusts his monstrosity forward, pressing against her womb.

In response, Lizzy, despite feeling an unpleasant fullness in her lower abdomen, wrapped her slender legs around his waist.

It was a mocking consideration as if throwing scraps to a beggar begging for food, telling him to crave her existence as much as he wanted.

Squelch-!

Squelch-!

Soon, as they settled into a much more comfortable position, Ferzen unhesitatingly put his full weight on her.

Squeeeelch-!

That action slowly pushed the tip of his monstrosity—the glans—into her womb.

"Ha...! Kuk!"

The intense tightness felt by the glans caught inside her womb and the folds enveloping his base was a pleasure that could not be described in words.

So Ferzen panted pathetically and trembled all over.

And as if not to miss the sight of such Ferzen...

Slither.

Lizzy brought his neck closer, engraving Ferzen’s unsightly look into her mind.

Until now, it may have been a struggle to regain the emptied emotions.

But his current appearance was purely writhing in the pleasure of sexual desire, so Lizzy felt quite a sense of satisfaction.

This would be an experience that neither Yuriel nor Euphemia could dare give him.

Because it was originally an impossible realm due to the physical structure of human beings.

This was the only memory that only he and she could share.

"Ahaha."

Suddenly, Lizzy, bursting into laughter, gently stroked Ferzen's cheek.

How they were so ugly to each other, engraving only vulgar experiences into the other.

Of course, the reason she transformed even her own womb into a tool for a man's pleasure was not because of that.

It was just...

She only wanted to see Ferzen so obscenely disheveled like this.

Gush!

When the monstrosity settled in her womb released its thick seed, Lizzy giggled as a faint moan escaped her

"Ah..."

Her womb burned from the seed’s heat.

She was being thoroughly filled.

Thinking of his seed filling her womb, a natural sense of disgust arose within her, but……

She continued to smile, lying comfortably under him.

By this point, he must have surely realized.

What she, who had twisted causality, had changed.

What kind of existence she, who had returned together with him, had become.

Yes, if the life of Ferzen as a human was everything to him.

Then Lizzy had become the key for Ferzen to experience a human life.

One might think that being relegated to such a role would be beyond cruel.

But this was both a catharsis for her past self who only wallowed in her misery without doing anything to change it, and something she chose by her own will for the first time.

It was the dirtiest, ugliest, and most cowardly obsession in the whole world.

A twisted form of devotion.

And a reward to the Villan that stood before her.

"Ferzen.”

"......"

"My villain."

Please

Forever and ever,

"Please remain as my villain."

So that you may continue…

"And I will be with you until the moment I die."

To live like a human being.

Now both souls shouldered the role of a Villan.

For Ferzen, Lizzy had become his everything.

And for Lizzy…Ferzen had become her everything.

At last...

The balance of the twisted scale was adjusted.