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>>6938

“Welcome home, Master.”

About three months ago, the girl standing before me was untouchable. Lady Villianessa von Antagonista was the prince’s fiance, the daughter of a duke, and the future queen of the kingdom.

And then, the Spring Ball happened.

In short, the prince had annulled their engagement in front of the whole academy. Noble scions from all over the kingdom had front row seats to the scandal of the century. At first, there had been intense public scrutiny over the prince’s actions— in no small part because he’d broken things off so he could be with the scholarship student, a mere commoner.

But, as the full extent of Villainessa’s shady dealings came to light, public opinion turned. Not even her family could protect her— not that they were willing to.

She was swiftly disinherited and disowned. Virtually overnight, she’d lost everything.

In the original game, this was the last time Villainessa had appeared. But, now that I’d found myself reincarnated into the setting as a side character, I couldn't help but wonder where she’d end up next.

So I made her an offer to serve as my personal attendant and tutor. And so here she was.

Things had been rocky for the first few weeks— it was quite the shock that she’d been reduced to a fucktoy and instructor of a baron from the boonies. But slowly, as it became clear that Villainessa’s only alternative was to end up on the streets once more, her attitude changed.

“Congratulations on finishing the semester,” Villainessa said. “How were your exams?”

“A breeze, thanks to you,” I said. Though she wasn’t a student anymore, Villainessa had maintained perfect grades up while she was.

“I’m glad…” A faint blush crossed her face. “Now that there’s nothing left for me to teach, I have a gift prepared for you, Master.”

She led me to my room. As the door shut behind me, I asked, “What is it?”

Villainessa knelt before me and lifted a beautiful ornamental saber, with her former family crest emblazoned on the hilt. “This is the last thing my family allowed me to keep,” she said. “I want you to have it, and to use it to take my head.”

“I thought the Antagonista family taught their women to have children before getting snuffed. For the prosperity of the kingdom, and all that.”

For the first time since coming here, a slight, mischievous smile manifested on Villainessa’s face. “I am no longer a part of the Antagonista family. I’m your fuckdoll. The only prosperity I care about is yours.”

She pushed the scabbard gently into my hand.

“Please, Master, I beg of you.” Villainessa’s voice was almost a whisper. “Ever since you took me in, my life has been yours. Now that there’s no more reason for you to keep me alive, I want to repay what you are owed.”

I pulled the saber a few centimeters from the sheathe, and studied the blade’s mirror-shine. Both in-universe and out, Villainessa had a reputation for being quite the bitch, I never knew she could make such a tearful, begging expression. There was a good chance I was the first person to see her like this. If I was ever hesitant about snuffing her, that thought alone put the debate to rest. I wanted to be the last person to ever see her like this too.

“On your knees,” I said. “Take off your top.”

“As you wish, Master.”

Villainessa reached up and unbuttoned her dress, revealing her frilly bra as it struggled against her massive D-cup tits. Before she could undo said bra, I unsheathed the saber and held the blade in front of her face. She stared at the razor-sharp edge, then looked up at me, a horny desire palpable in her gaze.

“Will you do it now?”

“No, not yet.” With a gentle thrust, I cut through the middle bra strap and let her boobs bounce free. “Service me with your tits and your mouth.”

She did just that. The instant she unbuttoned my trousers, my erect shaft half-slapped her in the cheek. Villainessa lovingly lapped her tongue up my dick and planted delicate kisses on the tip. “I’ll make it a good one.” She spoke between kisses, “After all, this is the last blowjob I’ll ever give you, isn’t it?”

“With your head on your shoulders,” I said.

“Ah, yes…” Those once-cold eyes held nothing but a dreamy gaze. Where her face used to be a stoic mask of porcelain perfection, her lips were grinning, quivering with schoolgirlish glee, her cheeks ablaze with lusty excitement. “I’ll make you want to use me. I swear on it, my Master.”

And with that declaration, she enveloped my dick in her breasts and went to work, pumping, thrusting, and moaning like her life (or death) depended on it. Once in a while, Villianessa would look up to study my expression, to gauge her progress.

I had no way of knowing what kind of immodest expression was on my face, either. But Villainessa was an excellent student, in both the classroom and the bedroom. Evidently, she liked what she was seeing. The next time she looked up from her tits, there was a toothy, flirty grin on her face.

“How does it feel, Master?” It was almost an inside joke, the kind of trick question both teacher and student were both privy to.

Instead of giving a proper response, I took hold of the saber and planted the flat of the blade on her shoulder, just a hair's breadth away from her neck. “Does this answer your question?”

Vilalinessa pumped her tits even harder, the most certain of nonverbal affirmatives if I’ve ever heard one. “You’re quite the eloquent linguist, Master.”

“I had an excellent teacher,” I managed between grunts.

“Excellent teachers deserve rewards, don’t they?” Before I could respond, she shifted her position, holding her breasts in place with her forearm. As the tip of my cock poked through her boobs more and more, and used her other hand to guide it to her lips, sucking in little bursts, pop, pop, pop.

I thought back to the first time I ordered her to service me. It was about a month after I’d taken her in. Both of us had known it was coming, though I’d at least wanted her to settle in and feel comfortable. Even so, the affair was almost mechanical— her movements were like an automaton, tinged with fear, and not the sexy kind. Fear that she would be thrown out, that with any wrong move, she would be out on the streets once more, that this arrangement would not continue.

Where she was now, both of us knew this arrangement would not be continuing regardless, and that energized her in a way I could’ve never even dreamed of.


As her movements reached a fever pitch, I felt myself getting closer and closer, too. “Villainess.”

“Yes, Master?”

“You may touch yourself.” I grabbed her head with my other hand, running my fingers through her silky golden-blonde hair, pushing my dick past her breasts, through her lips and sealing her throat. There was no need for her to hold her boobs in place any longer. One hand to guide my cock would suffice. The other flipped up her skirt and went straight inside her panties. Like a dam bursting, Villainessa’s arousal sprayed all over the carpet, her body convulsing with orgasmic glee as I sealed continued to fuck her mouth. Villianessa accepted it all, bobbing her head violently and taking my shaft all the way, practically stabbing her throat with my dick. All the while, she moaned as she touched herself; she looked up at me with fanatical gratitude.

Those moans and that gaze. They pushed me over the edge. I thrust my dick as far as I could and injected my cum down her windpipe. I could tell, from the spasms of her throat, that Villainessa was climaxing too, as her face turned a deep red, as the grateful gaze in her eyeballs lulled back to an oxygen-deprived delirium.

My orgasm seemed to last forever. In the final moments of it, I remembered my promise to her. I held the saber to the side of her neck and cut.

Blood sprayed from her neck wound, covering her left shoulder and dribbling down her collarbone. If the asphyxiation of my dick had dulled her consciousness, the sharp pain in her neck brought it right back, moaning and howling on my still-erect shaft in ecstatic, terrible agony.

I pulled out of her mouth and pulled back the saber. Villainessa coughed and sputtered. She doubled over, panting, as the pain and pleasure continued to run through her. It took her a moment to register that she was still alive. The cut in her neck had been rather deep, but by some stroke of luck, it seemed to have stopped short of rupturing one of her major arteries.

Villainessa looked up at me from where she was kneeling, temporarily unable to form words. But I was familiar enough with her at this point to understand her intent. Why? Why hadn’t I killed her?