Stealing Heroines’ Affections Is My Job as the Villain

Sadim stepped out of the golden spatial rift, now back in his normal human form. He took a moment to get into character, and his face shifted expressions to look like a worried, discombobulated goat.

He worked up a sweat by jogging on the spot, then ran out from behind the bushes he'd been hiding in, coming into view of Rosemarie and Vritra's women.

They all looked devastated.

Especially Princess Luciana, who was crying into Esmeralda's arms, her hands bleeding. Behind her, Sophia gently patted her back, trying to ease the princess's pain.

The princess could break down, but as servants, it was their duty to remain composed, even in times like these. If they started crying now, then who would comfort the princess?

Meanwhile, Ghislaine simply stared blankly at the caved-in entrance. She placed a hand on the patch covering her eye and thought deeply for a moment.

『I remember when I got a bad injury in this eye. I was nearly stoned to death and barely managed to escape to the Hell Continent. I didn't even know if I'd survive there, but it felt better than staying in a world where people hated me… even my own family. No one wanted to be seen with someone like me—a "mud-blood," they called it. But the young lord didn't care about any of that. He took me in, told me I'd be his servant, and healed my wounds, both the ones on my body and the ones in my heart.』

She lowered her hand and clenched her fists tightly.

『Nothing can kill my young master… I'm sure… no, I'm absolutely sure of it!』

A brave look appeared on Ghislaine's face. She had faith.

The same was true for Rosemarie, who sat on a small boulder nearby, praying with her rosary in hand. All her thoughts, her entire mind, were solely focused on praying to Augustus Vayetra to grant the man she loved a safe journey home.

『I don't know how you'll do it, but please, just do it…』

The nun's eyes watered, and she squeezed them shut to hold back her silent weeping.

Sadim felt terrible as he looked at them. These women were so heartbroken that they didn't even realize he had returned.

"Uh, are you all… okay…?"

Every lady immediately turned their eyes in his direction, seeing Sadim standing there, looking perfectly fine. In fact, he looked even better than when he had first been transported to the dungeon's final floor.

Slowly, Rosemarie climbed to her feet in shock, not once taking her eyes off Sadim. She took slow steps forward as the rosary in her hand fell to the ground.

"SADIM!!"

Without another thought, she ran to him, jumped into his arms, and hugged him tightly, planting a deep kiss on his mouth.

Happy as always, Sadim wrapped his arms around her, taking in her scent. Even the short time he'd been away and the ordeal of facing his past again had scared him, making him fear that his other side would emerge and he might forget the only woman who held his heart.

"How are you…?" Sadim asked casually.

Rosemarie wiped away a few of her tears. Enjoy more content from empire

"I-, I'm *sniffle* fine… but I should be asking you that question, you son of a bitch! *sniffle* If you had died, I swear I would have killed you!"

"Uh, I don't know how that would work…"

Sadim smirked confidently.

The pretty nun blushed and playfully hit him on the chest.

"Don't try to act smart."

She smirked at him, and he kissed her forehead in return.

The other women looked at him.

Maybe Rosemarie was excited to see him, but they couldn't care less about the man standing before them. The only thing he was useful for was affirming their hope that the young lord was still alive.

Slowly, they all walked closer to him as the hope in their eyes grew bigger and bigger.

They didn't want to ask the question; they were hoping Sadim would understand what they wanted to know and tell them what happened already.

None of them had the patience.

They were desperately pleading in their hearts that the man they loved was still alive.

"Is… is he with you…?"

The princess finally managed to ask.

Her voice sounded so drained, and her eyes looked like all the light in them had completely died out.

She was a shell of her former self.

Sadim gently placed Rosemarie down, who he had been carrying in his arms, and took a moment to breathe deeply. This was him acting at his finest… and naturally, deceit was nothing new to him. He had posed as the adopted son of Lord Gordias Yellowstone and even managed to make everyone in Arcellion's division of the Serathen army believe he was on their side.

Fooling these broken women would be equally easy.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness. I tried my best to save him, but I… I wasn't able to."

He closed his eyes, and a tear slipped out.

"I wasn't strong enough…"

He lowered his head as his voice faded away.

Luciana was barely holding on.

"So… what are you saying…?"

"God Vritra… is dead…"

"…"

Unable to speak, Luciana dropped to her knees, watching her mind crumble before her like shattered glass.

Her will was completely destroyed.

All the other women, who had hoped for Vritra's return, lost hope too, though they weren't as broken as Luciana.

Maybe it was because they still held on to a sliver of hope?

Or perhaps, unlike Luciana, they hadn't assumed the worst of the young lord's condition from the start.

It was hard to tell.

"Oh my goodness…"

That was all Rosemarie could say as she covered her mouth in shock.

[Ding! The heroine Luciana Duranzia has experienced a great loss. Her Fate Value has leapt by 1000!]

[Ding! The character Esmeralda Kirkwood has experienced a great loss. Her Fate Value has jumped by 500!]

[Ding! The character Ghislaine Lumont has experienced a great loss. Her Fate Value has jumped by 800!]

The worst kind of character development…

Losing someone dear to you.

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Dionysus looked at the golden statue Vritra had been turned into and walked around it for a while. She folded her arms, proudly pushing up her large breasts as though there were people around to look at them.

It was very natural for Theonide women to have such large chests. In fact, Dionysus always made it a point to flaunt her "milkers" because Aphrodite's were even bigger… so big they almost seemed inhuman. But that made sense, considering she was also a goddess.

"To think you'd need my help to escape being turned to gold by a loser like Midas…"

The woman chuckled softly.

She took gentle steps toward Vritra's golden form, taking her time as she sexily wrapped her arms around him and pressed her soft chest against his.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Even if he couldn't feel it now, she wanted him to feel every part of her body the moment she released him.

"It seems you Fiendcelestials have really fallen off. Imagine, the ancient god who swallowed one of the universe's great stars can't even break out of this… useless. But I'm still turned on by you, nonetheless."

Dionysus puckered her lips and pressed them against the iron-hard lips of the young lord.

… Huh?

Nothing happened.

She kissed him again, and again, and again.

Still nothing.

"Is my mouth not wet enough?"

Dionysus licked her cherry lips properly until they were coated in her thick saliva, and then she leaned in again, planting another sensual, erotic kiss on the young lord's lips. But still, nothing.

"Are my divine powers not working──?!"

She pouted, her cheeks puffed up in frustration.

The woman prepared herself once more, opening her mouth wide this time. Her tongue slithered out, ready to lick Vritra's mouth until he was broken free from the seal.

"I don't think you should be licking a statue, you uncultured, horny goddess. Haven't you heard of germs?"

Hearing those words, Dionysus shifted her attention to the side and saw Vritra standing there with a plate of grapes and a calm look on his face.

He looked like he'd just rolled out of bed.

This left Dionysus in shock as she stepped back from the statue she'd been, at this point, practically assaulting.

"Wh-, What?! But you're…"

"A statue? No."

"How did you… I was sure you…"

"Shhh…"

Vritra appeared in front of her and pressed his fingers against her tender lips to keep her quiet.

"I'm fine… I used my [Principle of Entropy] to destroy that moment in time. But it's still a bit sloppy, so it seems to have clashed with another possibility in an alternate timeline, bringing an inferior version of me here to balance out the sudden erasure of time."

He casually tossed a grape into his mouth.

Dionysus folded her arms and stared at him skeptically.

"Uh-huh, sure… as if you would possess the power of a Principle and haven't yet destroyed the entirety of the Three Worlds Domain."

"Perhaps I'll do that after I get a taste of the divine fruit between those legs of yours."

"Scoundrel!"

Dionysus shouted, turning away with her face flushed red.

Vritra rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"Hey, I'm not the one who was here rubbing my breasts and crotch all over a statue of me."

"SHUT UP!"

The divine woman's pointy ears twitched up and down.

"Theonide women are fun to interact with…"

With a very calm and almost innocent face, Vritra smacked Dionysus's ass out of nowhere.

It wasn't a simple slap.

It was a slap, grab and tight squeeze.

One so hard the woman's body jolted like she was just injected with a syringe of pleasure.

"Ahhhhh~ ♡! You're rough as ever ♡♡!"