It Is Fate To Be Loved by the Villains

373 – 373. Virtual World

People say you can get used to anything.

So, going through experiences that would be difficult for others, like being cornered by several women, becomes somewhat familiar after doing it multiple times.

“…I feel strangely accustomed to this situation, and it’s starting to annoy me.”

Lucienne brought up this topic while unbuttoning my shirt one by one.

With a flushed face and awkward gestures, there was a strong sense of determination hidden within.

It seemed like a firm resolve to face whatever was coming today.

“Rather than being used to it, I’d say I’ve become more adaptable.”

“…Really?”

That’s right.

It’s been a while since I realized that resisting is futile.

Although it was mainly instilled by Eleanor forcibly.

If you can’t avoid it, you might as well enjoy it. That must be my current state.

“…I somehow ended up like this.”

“Unlucky.”

“…Indeed.”

Yuria, who was cautiously removing my pants beside me, agreed in the same manner.

Her trembling hands, much like the saint’s, conveyed not only nervousness but also a firm determination.

Watching them, I speak up with a somewhat resigned tone.

“However, may I ask you one thing?”

“What is it?”

Scratching my nose, I continue speaking to the Grayhound sisters who were undressing themselves as well as me.

“…How did you even get in here in the first place?”

If you consider the mechanism of the mental world, penetrating my mental world, equal in power to the demons themselves, without my consent or being at the same demon level, would be impossible.

Of course, we are quite powerful on this side as well, but it’s a bit strange for even the saint to be inside.

“…We received help, from Yuria and Miss Fainol.”

“…”

Looking at Lucienne, who spoke with a hesitant expression, I meet her gaze with narrowed eyes.

“…So, you’re saying, a person who is a symbol of purity and faith in the Holy Kingdom collaborated with a demon because they wanted to have intercourse with me?”

Lucienne’s eyes narrowed like mine.

But seeing her not refute until the end made it quite obvious what the answer was…

“If you keep teasing me like that, I might have to punish you.”

Saying so, Lucienne pressed her body against mine and slowly pushed her lips onto mine.

While it was strange to bring up such words, this kind of act showed a lack of familiarity. It was almost cute in a way.

She hesitantly leaned in, offering her lips to mine, and gently placed them on mine.

Softly, she kissed.

As I blinked at the saint, more out of confusion than affection, it felt more like a gesture of greeting than an expression of love.

No, is this the end?

“…Is it right to do it like this?”

…

Staring intently at the cautious maiden who asked so.

Raising an arm, I firmly wrap it around her waist.

“Eek?!”

As the maiden, who drew a cute scream, came closer, I once again overlap my lips onto her face.

A kiss that mixes tongues, is sticky, and feels like devouring each other.

As Lucien, taken aback, feels her whole body stiffen, the sensation of her strength draining away and collapsing is all transmitted through the arms embracing her.

“-Ugh…”

“Oh my.”

And as soon as I release my lips, I wrap my arms around the maiden trying to sit back as if her strength had suddenly left her legs.

Is this person too weak?

“Wow, you’re good at this? How much have you improved in these few days?”

…

And while looking at that scene, I glance at the whistling Faenol with a troubled expression.

“…What are you doing over there?”

While the Greyhound Sisters cling to my side, over there, as if they were mere spectators, they take a step back and gaze fiercely in this direction.

It’s burdensome…

“No, since you kindly yielded this way, I should give way in order as well, shouldn’t I?”

…

Ah.

In that sense, just observing from over there.

Seems like there’s no end to the choices they won’t make…

But as I look over there, suddenly one more fact comes to mind.

“But what about the white lad?”

Considering the people here, there’s no way he’s not included, yet his face is nowhere to be seen.

At my words, the Greyhound Sisters look at each other with a knowing look.

“Just had him watch as a form of reflection for now.”

“…Reflection?”

“His temper isn’t usually so fierce…”

Seeing Lucien speak with a hint of exhaustion oozing out, I can’t help but smile wryly.

Indeed, compared to other demons, he did give off a particularly dangerous vibe.

To the extent that it wouldn’t match up if Uria were to change like that later on.

“…In contrast, he seems rather too docile.”

Saying so, I look at the red demon who’s absentmindedly stroking his arm, not even turning his gaze towards this side.

Almost like a virgin maiden’s response. Considering most other demons have already shown signs of ‘having done it’ with me multiple times… it’s even more alien.

The response to this was very simple.

“Well, what can I say. Until the world lines up, I haven’t even met you…”

Ah, that possibility also stands.

From the outset, demons come from different worlds, each undoubtedly carrying a unique past.

“-And are you curious why the white one becomes so ferocious?”

“Yeah?”

“I know the reason for that.”

The red demon scratched his head, suddenly bringing up such words.

“Really? Why does it happen?”

“…Well, you’ll find out from now on.”

He stared at the one who brought up such words, blinking his eyes.

“…You’ll understand once you’ve been captured and devoured.”

…

Making such an ominous sound.

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Even amidst such a chaotic atmosphere, if the time that the god and goddess spent pressed against each other increased, mysteriously, a quite plausible mood would form.

In a moment where only each other’s tense breathing echoed around, within the distance of their breaths touching, Lucien whispered to me.

His warm voice tickled my ear.

“…Hey. Since I don’t have a clear memory of saying it properly, I’ll tell you now.”

“Yes?”

As he spoke, Lucien swallowed his saliva and opened his mouth again.

“I like you.”

“…Yes.”

“Both my sister and I. We truly consider Mr. Dowd as a benefactor. We also regard him as a lifelong companion.”

“…Yes.”

“So…”

Lucien, moving his body ever so slightly, slowly laid me down on the floor, then positioned himself on top of me, looking down at me.

He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. After repeating this process a few times, I looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

It seemed like he was struggling to say something very difficult.

“Why are you like this?”

“…I received some training before coming here.”

“Training…?”

“Someone taught me a spell that drives men crazy.”

“…”

“But when I tried to do it for real, it was a bit difficult…”

And as I listened to the following sentences, I quickly understood why he was reacting that way.

“…Feel really good with the body of a saint…”

“…”

“I’ve been imagining, for days on end, wanting this to happen to you. Even though I hold the title of a saint, I couldn’t hide the desire to be violated by a man…”

“…”

“Both my sister and I have been harboring the same thoughts continuously. So…”

From Lucien’s gaze, it would be clear as day that his jaw was almost dislocated from how wide he was opening his mouth.

Considering the context here, it might be unimaginable what kind of sentence this is.

Out of embarrassment and shame, Lucienne, with a face almost teary, trembled all over and muttered the rest of the “spell that drives men crazy” she had picked up from somewhere.

“…Never used before, the virginity of our sisters, please, enjoy it deliciously… I beg of you…”

While Lucienne spoke like that, trembling, a very explosive response was happening in my abdomen.

Yuria, who saw my erect chest wriggling, blinked her eyes brightly.

“Wow…♥”

“…”

How should I put this?

It feels like a more fervent response on this side compared to my sister’s innocence.

I’m really glad I can embrace her here.

It’s so nice to be able to do things that were only possible in dreams. Should I say it feels like that?

“Isn’t that side more perverted?”

“…Noisy.”

I wish they would turn off the local broadcast.

Just hearing those words makes me embarrassed.

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